Page 53 of The Library

The steam thickens, and the room grows hotter, but the only heat I care about is hers. I know she’s standing there, watching, trying to make sense of the storm raging inside her. She’s seen the blood on my hands. She’s felt it. But still, she follows me. She steps into the darkness willingly, and I can feel her struggle, her hesitation, just before the moment of surrender.

I close my eyes, letting the water run over my face, down my chest, rinsing me clean of everything except her.

And then, I hear the sound of her clothes hitting the floor. One piece at a time. Slowly, deliberately. She’s made her choice.

Good girl.

I smirk to myself, not needing to turn around to know she’s standing there, completely bare. I can feel the shift in the air,the final moment of her submission. She’s mine now, more than ever.

The moment she steps into the shower, I know there’s no going back for her.

“Sebastian, we need to talk,” she says, her voice soft but firm.

I smile to myself. Of course, she wants to talk. But she’s not here for conversation. She’s here because she can’t stay away. She’s here because she wants to see how deep this goes.

I turn my head slightly, the water cascading down my face as I look at her over my shoulder. My eyes lock onto hers, the heat between us palpable, but there’s something else now—something darker, something real.

“Do we, Lilith?” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “Is that really why you’re here?”

I can see the conflict in her eyes, the way she’s trying to steady herself, but it’s too late. She’s seen me now—reallyseen me. The blood. The violence. The monster she’s been craving.

“You see me now,” I say, lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “You see the blood, the truth of who I am. So, tell me, Lilith… what the fuck do you want to talk about?”

I take a step toward her, the water running down my tattooed body as I close the space between us, letting the weight of my presence settle in. “You came here to see me, didn’t you? To know what you’ve been drawn to this whole time. But now that you do… what is it that you really want?”

I pause, watching her reaction, feeling the tension build, a live wire humming between us. “Because tonight, I’m going to push you, Lilith. Mentally. Physically. In every way you can imagine and ways you can’t. I’m not holding back. You’ll know exactly what it means to be mine by the end of this night.”

I reach out, my wet fingers brushing her arm, the heat of my touch a contrast to the cold reality of what I’m telling her. “So, are you ready for that? Or are you going to walk away?”

She hesitates, her eyes dropping to the floor. But I can see the tension in her, the way her body trembles with the same need that’s been building between us for weeks, especially after I fucked her. I step closer to her, the steam swirling around us, my eyes locked on hers.

She stands there, defiant but trembling. Her need for answers warring with the desire she can’t seem to control. I reach out, my hand wrapping around her throat, not squeezing, but holding her in place. “You think you want to talk, but you don’t. You’re here because you need this, Lilith. You need me.”

Her breath catches in her throat as she stares up at me, her lips parted, the heat between us palpable. I lean in, brushing my lips gently against hers, testing her, teasing her. She moans softly into my mouth, her body melting under my touch.

“You like that?” I whisper, my voice dark and low. “You like the gentle touch?”

She nods, her breath hitching as I kiss her again, soft and slow, making her think she’s in control. But she’s not. She never will be.

I pull back just enough to see her face, the confusion and desire swirling in her eyes. My lips curl into a dark smile. “Good. Because that’s the last time you’ll ever fucking get anything gentle from me, baby.”

Before she can react, I spin her around, pressing her face against the cold tile of the shower wall. Her hands fly up to steady herself, but I grab both wrists in one of my hands, pinning them behind her back.

“Is this what you wanted, Lilith?” I whisper in her ear, my breath hot against her wet skin. “You want to play games with me? You can’t wait to see what happens next?”

She whimpers, her body trembling beneath mine, but she nods, her need evident in every inch of her trembling form.

“Words, Lilith. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice breathless. “Yes, please.”

I tighten my grip on her wrists, pulling her back against me. “What do you want, Lilith? What do you want to happen next?”

“I want you,” she whispers, her voice breaking with desperation. “I want you to…to take me.”

My smile widens, dark and dangerous, as I pull her hair, forcing her to lift her head. I snort at her choice of words, so innocent. “What do you really want, Lilith?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

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