Page 91 of The Library

I just smirked at him. Ty’s always been twisted like that—he gets off on the chaos, the blood, the violence. But I’ve never minded it. He’s a literal psychopath, and it works for him.

Ty and Anna linger for a bit, Ty still grinning like a madman, cracking jokes as he slaps me on the back. “You’ve got yourself a real psycho, Sebby. She almost fucking killed her. I’m telling you, man, we’ve got to take her on a job one of these days. Let her loose.”

Anna rolls her eyes, grabbing Ty’s arm and tugging him toward the door. “Alright, enough. Lily is not going on any assignments with you, Ty. Stop being such a psychopath.”

Ty laughs as they step outside, but he winks at me before leaving. “You know where to find me if you change your mind,” he calls over his shoulder as they disappear into the night.

The door clicks shut, and the house falls silent. It’s just me and her now. My Lilith. The blood is still drying on her skin, her white dress stained red, and I can feel the shift in the air between us. I don’t move right away. I let the quiet settle, let the weight of what just happened sink in. She’s still trembling, still filled with that dark rage, and fuck if it doesn’t make me want her even more.

But right now, my mind is on her. My Lilith. The way she snapped in that club, the way she nearly killed that bitch, Ashley, for daring to touch me… it was the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

And I had to stop her, or she would’ve killed that girl. No doubt about it.

The thought has my cock hard all over again. That dark part of Lilith? The one that’s been clawing its way to the surface, trying to break free? It’s there now. Fully. And I’m so fucking turned on by it, I can barely see straight.

I make myself another drink, the bourbon sliding down my throat like fire. I know she’s in the bedroom, waiting. Covered in blood, still trembling from the rage. I take my time, trying to calm the throbbing pulse of lust that’s been building in me since the club. Every inch of me is buzzing with the need to touch her, to feel that rage again, but I know better than to rush. This is her game now, and I’m going to fucking enjoy every second of it.

When I finally make my way to the bedroom, I stop dead in the doorway.

She’s standing there, naked except for those heels I love so much, her body slick with dried blood, my name branded into her skin. My ring on her beautiful finger. Her hair wild, eyes sharp with something dark and primal. The sight of her makes my cock throb against my jeans, so hard I’m half afraid I’ll tear through the fabric.

“Holy fuck, darling,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire.

She doesn’t say a word at first. Just walks toward me, each step slow, deliberate, like she knows exactly how much control she has over me right now. And she does. I can feel the power shift between us. I’ve never seen her like this—so wild, so fuckingpossessive—and it does something to me I wasn’t expecting.

She leans in, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. “This will be anything but holy, Sebastian.”

Fuck. I groan, my hands reaching out to grab her, to pull her closer, but she pulls back, just out of reach, teasing me. She’s playing with me, and I’m letting her. I fuckingloveit.

She backs me up toward the chair in our room, and I don’t resist. I let her strip me down, pulling off my shirt, my shoes, my belt—each piece of clothing hitting the floor in a pile until I’m sitting there, naked, watching her with a smirk on my face. She thinks she’s in control, and she is, but I’m still amused. Still waiting to see what she’ll do next.

When she grabs the leather straps, the same ones I used to tie her down, my smirk falters. Just a little. She tightens them around my wrists, making sure I can’t move. I glance up at her, that cocky grin still playing on my lips.

“If you want to tie me up and fuck me, darling, I won’t stop you,” I say with a laugh, my voice filled with amusement.

But she’s not playing around tonight. Not like usual.

She tightens the straps until they bite into my skin, just enough to keep me in place, and the look in her eyes tells me this is different. This is her taking control. Taking power. And I’ve never seen anything more fucking beautiful in my life.

“Oh, Sebastian, darling…” she murmurs, leaning in close, her breath hot against my ear. “By the time I’m done here, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you, baby.”

The laugh dies in my throat. Something shifts between us. Something darker, more dangerous. She grabs my knife from myjeans, the same one I’ve used on her so many times, and I know she’s about to turn the tables.

When she drops to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth, I groan, my head falling back as the muscles in my arms strain against the leather straps. I want to move, to thrust into her mouth, but I hold back, letting her take the lead. Letting her think she’s in control.

And then she drags the blade down the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my cock.

I still. My eyes lock onto hers, and fuck, the thrill, the excitement—it’s like a drug coursing through my veins. She’s fuckingdangerousright now, and I love it. I fucking love every second of it.

She sucks me harder, her mouth working over my cock, her tongue teasing the tip, and I feel my control slipping as she trails her tongue down to my balls, sucking them. But this isn’t on my terms. It’s on hers. She wants me to lose control, and I’m fucking close.

“How does this feel, darling?” she asks, using my own word against me, her voice low and teasing as she drags her tongue along the length of my cock.

“So good, baby,” I groan, my voice strained. “Keep going. Just like that.”

But I can see the change in her eyes. It’s not just about the sex. It’s about the power. She wants to know what it feels like to have the upper hand. And I’ll fucking gladly let her have it.

“How does it feel to have the control ripped away from you like this?”

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