Page 54 of The Library

Her words hang in the steamy air, thick with desperation and need. “I want you to fuck me.”

The way she says it, trembling yet sure, sends a bolt of satisfaction through me. This is what I’ve been waiting for, what I’ve been shaping her into. And now, she’s standing here, soaking wet, pinned against the shower wall, giving me everything I’ve been craving.

I grip her hair tighter, forcing her face to press harder against the tile. Her small body shudders under the pressure, but she doesn’t resist. Not anymore. She’s surrendered.

“All you had to do was say it, Lilith,” I whisper against her ear, my voice low and rough, but with a mocking edge that twists the words into something darker. I can feel her tense under the weight of my tone, knowing exactly what I’m doing, the games I’m playing with her mind.

I trail my free hand down her back, feeling the curve of her spine under my fingertips, each vertebrae another step in this game of control. Her skin is slick with water, her breath shallow and erratic, and I can sense her fighting between the need to submit and the desire to resist.

“You think you have control? That you can just waltz in here and talk?” I murmur, my tone laced with amusement as I continue to tease her, mentally pushing her further. “All you hadto do was say it, Lilith. But instead, you wanted to play these games.”

I lean in closer, my breath hot against her ear, feeling her shiver beneath me. “Well, darling, games are what I do best.”

She whimpers as I grip her wrists tighter with one hand, pulling them even higher behind her back until she’s bent over slightly, her ass pressing against my hard cock. Her body’s so responsive, so fucking perfect for me.

“You want to see what happens next?” I murmur, dragging my lips along her jawline, savoring the way her pulse races under my mouth. “Then let’s make this fucking memorable.”

I shove my knee between her legs, forcing them apart, and she gasps, her cheek pressed against the cold, wet tiles as her thighs tremble in anticipation. Her body is shaking, on the verge of breaking, but I haven’t even touched her where she needs it most. Not yet. I want her begging for it. I want her to know that every inch of her belongs to me now.

“You’re so wet for me,” I growl, running my free hand down her stomach, feeling her tense beneath my touch. “I could feel it the second you stepped into this shower.”

Her hips arch instinctively toward me, her ass pressing harder against my cock. She lets out a moan, breathy and needy, and it’s like music to my ears.

I look over to her clothes on the floor. Braless again—what a dirty whore. She knew what she was doing when she came here.

The water streams over her bare skin, gliding down her back, her curves, and I see the goosebumps that form as the cool air of the bathroom mixes with the steam. Her nipples harden in the chill, but it’s not the cold that’s doing it.

“You think you’re ready for this?” I ask, my voice dripping with dark amusement as I tug her jeans down, leaving her exposed before me. “Do you really know what you’re asking for?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice breaking with need. “Please, Sebastian, I—”

Before she can finish, I grab her hair again, yanking her head back so her eyes meet mine in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, perfectly positioned for this moment. It’s there for a reason, and she knows it. The sight of her—flushed, lips parted, chest heaving with anticipation—drives me fucking wild. Her makeup is already smeared from the steam, mascara running down her cheeks, giving her that perfect ruined look I love.

“You see this, Lilith?” I whisper against her ear, watching her reflection as I slide my hand between her legs, teasing her dripping pussy. “You look fucking perfect like this. Desperate, shaking, knowing I could fuck you right now and break you completely. And you’d love it, wouldn’t you?” She closes her eyes, almost like she’s ashamed of herself. But there’s nothing to be ashamed of. She’s fucking beautiful like this.

“Look at yourself, Lilith,” I repeat, my voice less low and more rough, as I grab her chin, forcing her head back up toward the mirror. She tries to avert her eyes, but I tighten my grip, my fingers digging into her jaw. “I said, look.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, resisting me, but I won’t let her escape. I yank her head back further, pulling her body tight against mine. “Open your fucking eyes, baby,” I command, my tone dark and threatening.

Slowly, reluctantly, she does. Her eyes meet mine in the reflection, wide and filled with both fear and desire before she slowly drags her eyes to herself in the mirror. Her lips tremble, her body shaking, but I make sure she sees it—the hunger, the need, the raw, undeniable lust etched across her face.

“Look at yourself, Lilith,” I murmur, holding her gaze in the mirror, my hand sliding down her stomach again. “Look at what a beautiful, desperate fucking whore you are. You’re my whore, and you’ll take what I give you.”

She whimpers, her eyes dropping again, but I pull her head back roughly, making sure she doesn’t break eye contact. “No,” I growl. “You don’t get to hide from this. You wanted it. Now look at what you’ve become for me.”

Her reflection trembles as I slip my fingers between her legs, teasing her wetness, watching as her body betrays her. “You’re my whore now, Lilith. And you’ll take every single fucking thing I give you.”

She moans, her back arching as her body pushes against me, craving more, and it’s all I can do to keep myself in check. But this is my game, my pace. I won’t give her everything until I’m ready. I let her have that first time, but I’m no longer that giving or considerate.

I didn’t know how far she would let me go tonight. How much she’d be able to handle. But I wanted to give her my worst, to see if she could take it, if she could handle me at my darkest. And she fucking did.

The way her body responds, the way she begs for more even when it should have been too much—it impresses me. More than that, it makes me want to fuck her even harder. To push her further, to see how much I could break her before she shattered completely.

The thought drives me wild, a dark thrill coursing through my veins. She’s stronger than I expected. And now, knowing how much she can take, it only makes me want to ruin her even more.

I press my chest against her back, my lips brushing her ear again as I slide my hand between her legs, feeling how wet her pussy is. “So fucking wet. Is this what you’ve been dreaming of? Me, fucking you like the whore you are?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice shaky, her body practically vibrating against mine. “Please, Sebastian, I need—”

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