Page 24 of Twins to Tame Him

A fiery streak of red coated her cheekbones, like the tail of a comet painting the sky.

Would she leave devastation in her wake somehow?

The intrusive thought shook him up, before she caught his attention again. No, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Her amber eyes glinted with flecks of gold, the irises blown up. “You’re supposed to show me what you’d have done if you had caught me.”

He grinned and licked the shell of her ear.

She writhed against him, her nails digging into his thighs, a perfect canvas for him to play on. “I’d have demanded your surrender,” he whispered, caught up in the game. If the means itself could be so delicious and tormenting and full of pleasure, he would not even care about the end soon. “I’d have made you beg, pethi mou.”

“Oh,” she said, licking her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. “You seem to think I have ego invested in this, Sebastian. Wanting you and giving in—despite all the warnings and reasons I brought up to myself—was the easiest thing I’d ever done. The most pleasurable. When I learned that that night hadn’t hurt anyone, that it wasn’t cheating, I went home and cried.”

“Why?”

“Because, for so many months, I shamed myself for thinking of you, over and over. I tried so hard to forget your touch. To stop thinking about you. But I couldn’t. Nothing in my life has felt so good or so real as that night with you.” She rubbed at her chest as if it burned now again and Cristos, he knew all about shame and she hadn’t even done anything to feel it.

Sebastian covered her hand with his, loving how easily she gave up her feelings and her needs. He could get addicted to it.

She laced their fingers immediately, showing him trust he didn’t deserve. “That first time after I saw how happy Annika was when she talked about Alexandros and then she said you were like a brother to her, it was as if all that shame and guilt had fallen off, leaving me free to...breathe and feel and want again. I went to bed and dreamed of you. I woke up during the night feeling achy and desperate for your touch. I...tried with my own fingers but it wasn’t the same. So, I switched my phone on and googled you and there you were, splashed over the internet with woman after woman...and I...”

“It was all a show. You made escape impossible.”

She shivered again, and he clasped her closer. “Make me feel like that again, Sebastian.”

With a groan of his own, Sebastian thrust his hips into hers, rubbing himself against her curvy bottom. Holding her gaze, he filled one palm with her breast and sent the other down to explore.

She watched, as avidly as he did, when he rolled the hem of her dress up, revealing smooth, silky, thick thighs. Cristos, suddenly all he could think of was how she’d straddled his hips with those thighs. How he’d buried his teeth into the inner thigh. How she’d bucked and bowed when he’d laid his mouth on her core.

Panties made of some wispy silk covered her mound. Sebastian shoved the flimsy fabric aside and found her folds and her dampness. She was so ready for him, and it made him eager like he hadn’t been even as a randy teenager.

“All this for me?” he said, gently probing at her entrance and dripping her wetness all over her folds.

Her thickly lashed eyes widened, and she must have smiled because they danced with a wicked pleasure and Sebastian suddenly loathed the fact that they were in public, when all he wanted to do was to strip her completely and drink in every nuance in her expression, every flicker in her eyes, every sweet word that fell from her lips.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he said, and she instantly complied, like a kitten that knew it would get its reward.

Those big eyes held his, a promise and a demand and something more in them. He ran his mouth along her neck and her jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses. And then he played with her damp folds. With his fingers inside her. With cajoling demands and whispered promises. With his mouth at her neck.

One arm wrapped around his neck, Laila undulated like a beautiful wave against him, rubbing that glorious ass against his shaft in a torment he wanted more of. Sebastian pinched her clit between his fingers, and she broke apart around him, digging those distinctly crooked front teeth into his forearm, her little gasps of pleasure so erotic that it left him shaking for relief and release.

Uncovering her mouth, he took it in a wild kiss. He lapped up the beads of sweat that had gathered on her upper lip, and he made her watch as he licked her taste from his fingers, and he made that blush appear again when he told her next time he was going to taste her directly. When her knees shook under her, he caught her, and when she hid her face in his chest and threw her arms around his waist with an artless, almost naive modesty, he felt a strange contraction in his chest that he buried along with a thread of unease that maybe, just maybe, for all her rules and caveats and logic, Laila did not know what she truly wanted, that something so convenient and conditional should not feel so good.

But he shrugged it away because what she truly wanted was in his power to give. For now, at least.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“WHAT IS IT that you want from my grandson, Dr. Jaafri?” Thea Skalas demanded, startling Laila out of a pleasant daydream where she broke Sebastian’s new self-control like a sorceress and brought him to his knees.

She sat up and wiped her mouth with her napkin in case she’d been drooling, swallowing the foolish answer that rose to her lips for that first question. Given she’d barely had any sleep over the past few days—both boys had molars coming in—she hadn’t seen much of Sebastian except in late-night silent meetups. Definitely not for any “only them” kind of encounters. Zayn clung to her during nights and while he was usually okay to play by himself during the day, it was Nikos’s turn to want his Mama.

She was tired, cranky, horny and...confused. Sebastian had said he wanted to explore this thing between them, and yet, in a week, he hadn’t made a move. He certainly seemed preoccupied with something. Laila wanted to ask him about him, but she was wary of making him think she was doubting him again.

The constant drama of her parents’ marriage and her mother’s erratic behavior every few weeks—her restlessness that either resulted in a reckless shopping spree or a night out on the city ending up at some wild party or calling up some old friend for a glamorous date—all those memories and the fears they’d left behind in her kept intruding on the decision she had made to trust him. The niggling feeling that she was right in her Baba’s place, setting herself up for heartbreak, wouldn’t leave her alone.

Which shouldn’t be a problem at all because she wasn’t involving her heart, right? At least, that’s what she had told Sebastian. So why was she constantly looking at the past instead of moving forward with her own life?

There wasn’t an hour that passed since that day at the boutique without her reliving the pleasure he’d strummed through her so easily. He’d even admitted that he hadn’t wanted another woman in three years. Uncharacteristic enough for his lifestyle and the public playboy.

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