Page 89 of The Library

But then, the sound of a commotion in the bathroom draws both of our attention. Ty’s the first to react, his dumbass grin widening. “Oh shit. That’s gotta be Lilith. She’s probably fucking killing someone in there.”

We don’t waste time. We burst into the bathroom to find Lilith on top of Ashley, her white dress stained red with blood, her fists slamming into Ashley’s face. Anna’s screaming at her,but Lilith’s lost it—completely fucking lost it. She’s like a wild animal, uncontrollable.

Ty’s laughing his ass off beside me. “Holy shit, man. She’s gone full fucking psycho. I love it.”

I rush forward, grabbing Lilith by the waist, trying to pull her off Ashley, but she’s stronger than she looks. She’s tiny, but right now, she’s a fucking force of nature. Ty’s still laughing, half-ass trying to help me as we finally get her off Ashley.

“Calm the fuck down, Lilith!” I growl, holding her close, her body still trembling with rage.

Ty slaps me on the back, still laughing. “Damn, bro. You better get your girl in check before she kills someone for real. Or… fuck it, maybe let her. She’s a fucking beast. We should take her with us on some assignments. She’s a better killer than you.”

I grab Lilith’s face, pulling her in for a kiss so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of her. She’s covered in blood, shaking with adrenaline, and it’s the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

The second we’re outside, I slam her against the wall, my mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss so violent, so desperate, I can feel her gasp for air. It’s raw, feral, the only way I know how to have her.

“Fuck, Lilith,” I growl, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. She’s covered in blood, her chest heaving with adrenaline, and it ignites something primal inside me. “You’re covered in blood, and I’ve never been more fucking turned on.”

She smirks, her lips curled with the kind of wildness I’ve only seen in her. “She deserved it,” she says, and that wicked satisfaction in her voice makes my blood burn. I crash my lips against hers again, my hands gripping her waist like she might disappear if I let go. She’s mine— every inch of her, every dark thought, every violent breath.

“You’re mine, Sebastian,” she whispers against my lips, and I feel it-the shift.

The same words I used to say, thrown back at me with that edge of power she’s claimed for herself. It should infuriate me, the way she’s taken control, but all I feel is pride. I’m so fucking proud of her. My lips curl into a smirk against her skin.

“And no one else will ever fucking touch you,” she says, and it’s more than a promise. It’s a fucking vow, sealing the connection between us in a way that goes beyond possession. I pull her closer, needing more, because she’s mine-and I’m hers, too.

“You’re mine,” I whisper against her lips, my voice thick with desire. “No one else. And I am yours. Do you understand?”

She nods, her breath coming in ragged gasps. And as I pull her into my arms, I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride. My girl just went to war for me—and I fucking love her for it.

Lilith

Ty’s laughter is still echoing in my ears as we pull up to the house. I barely register his words as he makes jokes about me being a psycho, about wanting to take me on one of his assignments. Ty is fucked up like that. He loves the killing. I’ve seen the way his eyes light up when he talks about it. He’s probably a literal psychopath. But I’ve grown to love him, in a way. The way he loves Anna, so completely and fiercely—it’s impossible not to.

But my mind isn’t on Ty right now. It’s on Sebastian. It’s on what happened back at the club. The blood is still drying on my skin, a reminder of what I did, what I nearlybecame. And the thing that terrifies me most? I liked it. I liked the way it felt to slam that whore’s face into the fucking mirror, to feel her blood on my hands, to know I could take her life if I wanted to.

Ty cracks another joke as we step out of the car, something about how he wants me as his new partner in crime. But I don’t laugh. I don’t even look back. My feet carry me straight inside, the rage still bubbling beneath my skin, and the blood staining my white dress only fuels it further. I don’t head for the shower. I should, but I don’t. I want him to see me like this. I wanthimto feel this.

The house is quiet. Sebastian lingers in the living room, probably making himself another drink, taking his time like he always does. I know he’s calm, collected, but I’m not. My handsare trembling, my pulse still racing from what happened. That blonde bitch had the audacity to touch him, to trail her fingers down his chest like he was hers. And maybe a part of me knows that he’s fucked her before—hell, who hasn’t he fucked? But that doesn’t matter now.He’s mine.

I make my way into the bedroom, the large mirror by the bed catching my reflection. I stare at myself—my hair wild, my body naked except for the blood that stains my skin and the heels still strapped to my feet and his blood stone ring on my finger. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can feel the darkness crawling inside me, wrapping itself around my soul, consuming me. But I don’t fight it.

If this is who I’m becoming, then so be it.

I hear his footsteps coming down the hall, slow and deliberate, the sound filling the quiet of the house like a pulse, getting closer, each step like a countdown to the moment he’ll see me. My body is still buzzing, still trembling from everything that’s happened tonight. The blood, the violence—it’s coursing through me, changing me. I feel it in my bones. When the door opens, it’s like the air shifts, and there he is, standing in the doorway, taking it all in.

Sebastian’s eyes land on me, and his whole body freezes. His gaze sweeps over me, drinking in every detail—the blood staining my skin, the heels still strapped to my feet, his name branded onto my pussy, his ring filled with blood on my finger, my naked body bathed in the soft glow of the bedroom light. His eyes darken instantly, filling with a hunger so intense it feels like a tangible thing between us. I watch the bulge in his jeans throb, his cock hardening, pressing against the fabric as his lips part slightly.

“Holy fuck, darling…” His voice is low, rough with desire. I can see it in his eyes, the way they burn as they devour me. He’s never looked at me like this before, not with this mix of awe andsomething darker, more primal. And for once, I feel the power shift between us.

He wants me, but this time,I’mthe one who holds the control.

I move toward him, my steps slow and deliberate, savoring the weight of each moment. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, but it’s not fear. It’s something else. Something darker, more dangerous. When I reach him, I don’t hesitate. I lean in close, pressing my lips against his ear, my breath hot against his skin.

“This will be anything but holy, Sebastian,” I whisper, my voice dripping with the promise of what’s to come.

He groans, his hands coming up to grab me, but I pull back just enough to keep him off balance, to remind him that this isn’t his game tonight. He’s not the one in charge. I push him back toward the chair in the corner of the room, my fingers slipping under his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. His chest is bare, hard muscle and ink, and I take my time, letting my fingers trail down his skin, feeling the tension in his body as he tries to keep control.

But I’m not done.

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