Page 105 of The Library

Sebastian remains laser-focused, even with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He doesn’t lose sight of what matters. He’s built something here—something terrifying and magnificent—and no one will tear it apart. He’ll make sure of that. He’s more ruthless now than ever before because he has more to lose. Now that he has me and our children, his drive for power has sharpened into something colder, more dangerous. He will protect what’s his at all costs.

I know my place in all of this. I’m not just his lover or his queen. I am his equal, a reflection of his power. I play my role to perfection—the woman who shows just enough of his darkness to keep everyone on edge. I am a reminder that he’s untouchable, unpredictable. But I’m not just another piece in his game. I’m not like the other women in this world. I don’t stand behind him. I stand beside him, sharing his darkness, sharing his power. He made me his equal because he needs me to be. And I need him just as much.

I take a step forward, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor as I approach him. I can feel his eyes on me, devouring every inch of me, as my breasts bounce with everystep. The dress I’m wearing clings to me in all the right places, barely containing what it’s meant to hide. The men in the room avert their eyes, but I know they’re watching, imagining what’s underneath. And Sebastian knows it too. His gaze burns into me, possessive and intense, daring anyone to look too long.

I reach his side, standing slightly behind his chair, my arm draped across his broad, muscular chest. A silent claim. He’s mine, just as much as I am his. It’s a claim I’ve made a thousand times before, but it never loses its power. Every time I touch him, that connection deepens. It’s not just about control—it’s about trust. It’s about knowing that no one else can touch him the way I do.

His hand rises to meet mine, the warmth of his touch grounding me. In seconds, he’s pulling me closer, and I sink onto his lap, my legs splayed open, barely concealing the bare skin beneath the fabric of my dress. The slits rise dangerously high on either side, almost to my hip bones. One wrong move, and I’d be completely exposed.

But Sebastian doesn’t care. He never does. He loves letting them see just enough, letting them wonder. His hand wraps firmly around my waist, pulling me against him, while his other hand traces slow, deliberate shapes on my exposed thigh. Every movement is controlled, teasing, promising more. He’d never let anyone see him fuck me, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy letting them imagine what happens when we’re alone. He wants them to know that I am his. Completely.

His fingers trail higher, brushing over the sensitive part of my inner thigh, and I tense beneath his touch. His hand is light, teasing, but it sends a wave of heat through me. I can feel him hardening beneath me, his length pressing against me, and I know exactly what he wants. What he always wants. His thumb brushes over my skin, and I gasp softly, my breath catching in my throat. This dress didn’t allow for panties, and he knows it.I’m completely bare beneath it, exposed to him, and he’s taking full advantage of that fact.

His breath is warm against my ear as he leans in, his voice low and thick with promise. “Later,” he growls, his words dark and dripping with intent. “I’ll slide more than just the tip of my finger into you, darling.”

I flush, my face heating as wetness slicks my thighs. It’s a dangerous game we play, but I’ve come to crave it. To need it. And yet, as I sit on his lap, surrounded by men who fear him, I know that this moment isn’t just about lust. It’s about everything we’ve built together. The empire we’ve created. The family we’ve grown.

My hand drifts to my belly, where our daughter grows inside me. She will be our third child. Our last. The final piece of our family. She will grow up knowing exactly who she is, raised in the shadows of this world but never afraid of it. She will be strong and fearless, just like her brothers.

Saint and Cain—our twin boys, only three years old but already fierce. They have their father’s sharp, mismatched eyes. Saint’s eyes are green and brown, while Cain’s are blue and brown, like they each took a piece of us, but both carry that dark, brown eye that mirrors Sebastian’s. It’s a symbol of the power they’ve inherited, the darkness they’ll learn to control. They have his dark hair too, thick and wild, and already, they walk through the world like they own it. And why shouldn’t they? They’re a perfect mixture of Sebastian and me—fearless, bold, and destined for greatness. Saint is quiet, always watching, always thinking, while Cain is wild, never backing down from a challenge. They’re already showing signs of the dominance that will one day define them.

Sebastian’s hand moves from my thigh to my belly, resting there, his fingers tracing soft circles over the fabric of my dress. His touch is gentle, full of meaning, and for a moment, I see thesoftness in him. The side of him only I get to see. His thumb brushes over the curve of my belly, where our daughter lies waiting to be born, and I feel the love in his touch.

“You’ve given me everything, Lilith,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “Everything I never knew I needed.”

I smile, my body still trembling with desire, knowing what’s waiting for me after this meeting. I glance at the men gathered around the table, their eyes flicking between us with a mix of awe and fear. They may think I’m just his whore, a symbol of his ruthless dominance, but I know the truth. I’m his everything, the mother of his children, and together we rule this world in ways they could never comprehend.

Sebastian’s fingers trail back my thigh, his grip tightening as the room begins to empty. The promise of what’s to come hangs in the air between us, thick with tension and desire. But as his lips brush my ear one last time, I know this is about more than lust.

It’s about the legacy we’ve created. The family that will carry on our power long after we’re gone. Saint and Cain, fearless and wild, will grow into their own, and our daughter will find her strength just as I have. Together, we’ve built something untouchable.

Ty and Anna’s daughter will be part of that legacy too. We’ve talked about it, Sebastian and I, the possibility that one day our families will be bound together completely. It’s probable that one of our sons will marry Ty and Anna’s daughter, fully binding our families and the Society to each other. It would secure the future of everything we’ve worked for—everything they will one day inherit.

As the last man leaves the room, Sebastian’s hand slips beneath the fabric of my dress, his fingers brushing the slick heat between my legs. His eyes meet mine, burning with intensity.There’s the usual hunger, but now, there’s something deeper—a depth that goes beyond desire.

“I’ll give you everything,” he whispers, his voice dark and possessive. “But right now, I’m going to make you remember why you’re mine.”

I can barely breathe, my body trembling with need as I surrender completely to him. This is what we do. This is who we are. And as he fucks me, I know, without a doubt, that this is exactly where I belong.

Together, we’ve built something unstoppable. Something untouchable. And as we move forward, our family will grow stronger, our power more absolute. The future is ours to shape, and I know, deep in my bones, that no one will ever be able to take that from us.

Sebastian

Three years ago, everything changed.

When Lilith was taken from me, it felt like my entire soul had been ripped away. The rage, the helplessness—it consumed me in ways I hadn’t thought possible. I’ve lived in darkness my whole life, surrounded by violence, control, and power. But nothing had ever terrified me as much as realizing that I couldn’t protect her. That I had failed her.

The days after her kidnapping were a blur of anger and desperation. I tore the city apart, turning over every stone, hunting through every shadow, until finally, I got her back. But neither of us were the same after that. She had changed. I had changed. And when she told me she was pregnant, everything shifted again.

It hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I was paralyzed by the weight of it all—not with fear, but with something deeper. Responsibility. Love. And a fierce anger at myself for not keeping her safe. I had let her down. I hadn’t been enough. But as soon as she told me she was carrying our children, I realized that my approach had been all wrong.

I couldn’t protect her from the darkness by keeping her away from it. If I wanted to truly keep her safe, I had to include her in it. I had to bring her into my world—the one I ruled, the one I had hidden from her for so long. That’s when everything changed.

Lilith became more than just the woman I loved. She became part of me, part of my world. I let her into the deepest, darkest parts of my life—the business, the Society, the blood that ran through my veins. I showed her everything, and instead of running, she embraced it. She fucking consumed it. And now, that darkness is in her too.

And it’s so fuckingbeautiful.

The way she carries herself now—with that same edge, that same ruthless precision—drives me insane. Every time I look at her, my cock hardens. Time hasn’t dulled that feeling. If anything, it’s only grown stronger. She’s more powerful now than she ever was, and that power turns me on in ways I never imagined. Lilith didn’t just adapt to my world—she became it. A part of me. And I crave her more now than I ever have before.

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