Page 7 of Enemies to Wife

"I don't have to worry about him hurting me," Lily said with a tinge of sarcasm. "I just have to worry about you hurting me." A spike of anger seeped into me, stirring something deep down. I wanted to tell her that I wasn't like that and was offended that she thought I was, but it had been less than two hours since I had threatened to ruin her life. A movement behind her caught my eye and I glance over to see Alec standing in the house entrance glaring at us. I let a smirk play on my lips as I watched him, making it clear that I knew he was there. Then I looked back at Lily and my smirk widened. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her flush against my body. I lifted her chin, so she was looking up at me.

"You certainly don't have to worry about me hurting you," I whispered before crashing my lips to hers. I could feel her surprised through the kiss as I forced my tongue into her mouth and deepened the kiss. The anger quickly gave way to a fire of lust as she melted in my arms and submitted to the kiss. I pulled back, breaking the connection, to see a matching look of lust, glinting in her eyes. I smirked again and leaned in to whisper in her ear,

"When I hurt you, I'll make sure you enjoy it." I smiled as she took in a sharp breath and pulled away to glare at me. I chuckled at her flustered cheeks as I waved for her to pass. Lily stomped past me and climbed into the car, shuffling to the far side. I turned to look up at Alec again and saw his fists clenched by his side. I smirked and nodded at him before climbing into the car as well, shutting the door behind me.

Chapter 5

Lily

What an absolutely arrogant prick. I glared out of the window of the car as it rushed through the country roads and back into the city. Anything not to acknowledge the man sitting in the seat next to me. I could feel the apprehension and the fear in my body at the thought of being alone with him. Even now the switch from the charming demeanour he had in the party to the cold persona he now exuded showed he was clearly a sociopath. It was one reason I tried to distance myself back in university. Our first date had been amazing, like straight out of a cheesy romance novel, amazing. But there was always something off about him to me, and the life he led, one of elite society and extravagant parties was a far cry from what I wanted for my life. I wanted to get my degree, and finally start a life that was mine. So, I said I wasn't interested. But that wasn't enough for Sebastian Lynch, and he wouldn't take no for an answer. If it wasn't for Alec being a friend, things could have gone a lot worse. And now I had the feeling that Sebastian had even less restraint and was a lot more dangerous.

The car pulled up to a luxurious city apartment building, all glass and steel, pulling me from my troubled thoughts. Sebastian's hand gripped my arm firmly as he led me inside, his fingers digging into my skin through the thin fabric of my dress. The lobby was all marble and gleaming surfaces, with a concierge desk manned by a smartly dressed attendant who nodded at Sebastian as we passed. Davis walked a head of us, punching the button between a bank of elevators. The doors opened and Sebastian guided me in behind Davis. I watched as Davis punched the button for the penthouse suite. Of course it would be the penthouse. The lift rose smoothly, the numbers on the display ticking up until finally, it dinged, and the doors opened onto a short hallway. Sebastian led me to one of the only two doors, swiping a key card to unlock it before pushing me inside.

The penthouse was breathtaking. Floor-to-ceiling windows dominated the far wall, offering a stunning panoramic view of the city skyline. The lights of the buildings twinkled like stars against the inky black of the night sky. The interior was just as impressive, with sleek, modern furniture and high-end finishes. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the open-concept living space. Despite the beauty of my surroundings, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach. Sebastian finally let go of my arm and turned to speak quietly to Davis. I took the opportunity to look around further. I walked into the living space and ran my hand along the soft leather of sofa before looking out of the window at the stunning view.

I must have gotten so lost in the view that I didn't realise that Sebastian was standing behind me until he spoke.

"Welcome home darling," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized we were alone. Davis must have left while I was distracted by the view. Sebastian stood mere inches away, his tall frame looming over me. Sebastian had removed his suit jacket, revealing a well-fitted grey shirt underneath. The fabric strained against his muscular frame, hinting at the toned physique. Despite everything that had happened, I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards him. It was a confusing mix of fear and desire, a dangerous combination that left me feeling off-balance.

Sebastian closed the distance between us in a single stride, his hands gripping my waist possessively as he pulled me flush against his body. I gasped at the sudden contact, my hands instinctively coming up to rest against his chest. I could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt, and my traitorous body responded with a shiver of pleasure. His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses from my jaw to my collarbone. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body, my pulse quickening as his teeth grazed my skin. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. My head was quickly getting foggy, a mixture of the fire that his touch was causing and the champagne that I had at the party. I tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip, yanking me closer until our bodies were pressed together.

"Sebastian, wait, please..." I begged, tears stinging my eyes. I pushed my hands between us again and pushed him away. His face hardened as fury flashed behind his eyes.

"Wait?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. I backed away as he moved towards me, the glint in his eyes was far from kind.

"You want me to wait? I have waited four years to get my hands on you." My back hit the window behind me, the cool surface pressing into my bare skin and sending a shiver down my spine. Sebastian closed the distance, not stopping until his body was flush against mine, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. I could feel every hard line of his muscular frame, and the hard bulge straining against his trousers.

"Four fucking years, and over a hundred thousand pounds," he growled, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "To have you at my mercy, completely under my control." His words sent a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through me, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I knew I should fight him, push him away and demand that he let me go. But there was a part of me, a dark, secret part that I tried to keep hidden, that craved his touch, his dominance.

Sebastian's mouth trailed down the column of my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and drawing a gasp from my lips. His hands roamed over my body, sliding up my sides and cupping my breasts through the fabric of my dress. I arched into his touch, my nipples hardening under his skilled fingers.

"I'm going to make you scream my name," he promised darkly, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to take you to heights of pleasure you've never known, and then I'm going to break you down until you're begging for more." I whimpered at his words, my body trembling with a heady mix of anticipation and trepidation. I knew Sebastian was dangerous, that he could destroy me with a single word or touch. But in that moment, with his body pressing me into the wall and his hands setting my skin ablaze, I couldn't find it in myself to care.

Sebastian's hands slid down to my hips, gripping them tightly as he pressed his body against mine. I could feel the hard length of him through his trousers, and a thrill of excitement mixed with fear raced through me. He ground against me, his movements deliberate and purposeful, and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips.

"That's it, darling," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and rough with desire. "Let go. Give in to what you want." I wanted to resist, to hold on to the anger and resentment that had fuelled me for so long. But as Sebastian's hand slid up my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress higher, I felt my resolve crumbling. His fingers brushed against the lace of my panties, and I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily against his touch. Sebastian chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my ear.

"So responsive," he purred, his fingers teasing me through the thin fabric. "I knew you'd be like this, so desperate for my touch." I wanted to deny it, to tell him that he was wrong. But as his fingers pushed my panties aside and delved into my slick heat, I couldn't form the words.

"So fucking wet," he groaned as he worked two fingers into me. "So fucking mine." A broken moan fell from my lips as he stroked me, his touch confident and sure. My head fell back against the window, my eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursed through me. Sebastian gripped my hair, pulling me back to reality as his lips found mine, his kiss demanding and possessive. He swallowed my moans as his fingers worked me closer to the edge, my body trembling under his touch. I could feel the coil of tension building within me, my release so close I could taste it. Sebastian's fingers worked me expertly, and before I knew it, I was exploding around them.

"Oh god," I cried out as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside me, keeping the waves of pleasure going. My body shook with pleasure, and I clawed at his arm as another wave of heat crashed over me. Sebastian chuckled darkly, his grip on my hair tightening as he pulled me away from the window and towards the sofa.

He sat down, pulling me onto his lap, and in one swift motion, unzipped my dress. The fabric fell away, leaving me in nothing but my lace underwear and heels. Sebastian's eyes darkened as he took in my nearly naked form, and he licked his lips hungrily.

"Fuck me, you're gorgeous," he growled, his hands running up my thighs. I could feel his cock pressing against me through his trousers, and I couldn't help but grind against him, wanting more. Sebastian let out a low groan, his hands finding my breasts and squeezing them roughly. He leaned in, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and biting down gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. With a growl Sebastian roughly pushed me off his knee and onto the sofa. He grabbed my waist and pulled me back up, ripping my panties off and off his own shirt. He pushed me back onto the sofa, so I was over the back of it, and I felt my legs being pulled apart. I cried out as his fingers entered me again, going deeper at this angle, and he started to finger fuck me again.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice rough with desire as his fingers hit the spot deep inside me. "You like the way I touch you, the way I make you feel." I whimpered as my hips bucked against his touch, I tried to pull away from the intense, overwhelming pressure, but his other hand was firm on my back stopping me from moving.

"Oh god, Sebastian, please," I begged as another intense wave smashed my senses. "I can't take any more." I felt, more than heard as Sebastian chuckled against my back.

"Oh, my darling, you can take more, and you will," he whispered into my ear. "Soon, you will take all of me as I fuck you so hard, you will understand what a mistake it was to ever try to leave me." His lips on my throat sent fire coursing through my veins. "I'm going to make you scream my name, and then I'm going to make you crawl to me and beg me for more." His words sent me closer to the edge, and my body trembled under his touch. But as I started to fall over the edge, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me moaning and mourning the loss of them inside me.

I felt the movement of the sofa as I shivered against the absence of his body. I tried to catch my breath, to clear the fog in my mind, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard the rustle of fabric and the soft thud of Sebastian's trousers hitting the floor. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, fear and desire fighting for dominance as I struggled to come to terms with what was happening.

The heat of Sebastian's body returned, his hard muscles pressing against me as he leaned in close, his body lined up against my own. I gasped, feeling the brush of his cock against my wet pussy, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I could feel the thickness of him, the heat of him, and I couldn't help but whimper as I anticipated what was to come. Instinctively I tried to move away but Sebastian’s hands found my hips and gripped them with an almost bruising pressure.

"I've waited so long for this," Sebastian growled in my ear, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't you dare fucking move." I let out a scream as he thrust into me, his cock filling me completely in one rough motion. The sudden intrusion was almost too much, but my body instinctively arched to meet him, my hips bucking against his. Sebastian let out a guttural growl as he sheathed himself fully inside me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he moved. Each thrust was rough and demanding, and I couldn't help but cry out as he hit that perfect spot deep inside me.

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