Page 21 of Please Hate Me

But my overwhelming desire for him to rail me didn’t eliminate my nerves.

“Seb, what’s the weight limit on that thing?”

“Three hundred pounds, I think.” He looked back at the swing and then at me. “You’re nowhere near that. Stop worrying so much.”

Yet another painful reminder that feelings weren’t Sebastian’s forte. But…he was trying. That was more than anyone had ever done for me—more than I deserved. So, if he really wanted to put me in that thing, I owed it to him to try.

“Promise me I won’t fall?”

He sauntered over to me before leaning down and pressing his nose to mine.

“Princess...” His breath brushed against my lips. “I’d rather die than hurt you.”

There was an edge to his voice, a dangerous hint of a lie that made me shudder. Arousal bloomed in my nipples, and I could feel a dull heat growing between my legs. But then his chest pressed to my stomach, and I swallowed hard. Sebastian was hot, this was fuckinghot, but the second my belly got in the way, ice-cold embarrassment ran through my veins.

The last time we were together physically, I barely had a bump at all, especially when lying on my back. Now I was interrupting the flow of sex. My heart clenched, and I waited for Sebastian to say something, to mock me. But he simply adjusted his position.Instead of laying on me, he made space for my belly to fit under his arm.

Finally, our lips met. He tasted like citrus and sin as his tongue danced with mine. My heart quickened with every passing kiss, every gentle touch. When he pulled away, I was gasping for air. My knees instinctively pressed together as arousal threatened to seep onto my thighs.

It was hard to believe this man was a virgin just four months ago.

“If you don’t want to use the–”

“We can use the swing,” I whispered. “I trust you.”

“There’s my princess.” A smirk twisted Sebastian’s lips, and he slipped off his glasses with one hand, placing them on the nightstand.

Sebastian pulled his lip through his teeth, his gaze dripping from my face to my chest to my belly as he pulled me to my feet. I had no idea how he could possibly find me sexy right now, but I wasn’t going to question it.

He slowly walked around me, circling me with a familiar predatory glint in his eye. I braced myself for what was about to happen, though I still jumped when his hands grasped my ass in tight handfuls.

“Fuck,” he groaned the word as if it had seven syllables. He ran his fingers up my spine and then pressed them into the space between my shoulder blades, causing me to stumble forward. My hands met the mattress, and I gripped the navy comforter.

“You look so fucking good.”

Sebastian’s praise caused goosebumps to form on my arms, and I shivered.

His fingers slid into the perfect position on my clit and began massaging me, curling and straightening like he was beckoning me closer. My lips parted with a short moan before I sucked in a breath.

“And you’re so fucking sensitive.” He didn’t stop fingering me as he leaned over, his chest pressing to my back. “I’ve gotta say, I like having you like this.”

“Under your control?”

“Close.” His words rumbled against my ear. “Pregnant and so obviously marked as mine that no one fights it.”

My stomach flipped, and I swallowed the urge to tell Sebastian about Cameron.

“I noticed the way people looked at us in the airport,” he continued. “Everyone knew who you belonged to, Mason. There was no doubt that you’re mine... and I’m going tokeepyou that way.”

The edge of a threat kissed his words as he withdrew his fingers.

“After Lavender is here, and it’s safe, I’m going to spend as much time with my cock buried into you as possible. I’m going to fill every inch of you with my cum and force you to carry the physical manifestation of our love.”

The heat in my cunt flared, trickling down to my toes as I took in his words.

Someone’s been reading up on dirty talk.

“If I say no?” I challenged.

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