Page 58 of The Library

“So wet already, Lilith?” I growl softly, slipping my fingers into her, feeling the tightness, the way she clenches around me. “You like the idea of me branding you, don’t you? Claiming you in every way.”

She gasps, her body arching into my touch, her hips rocking against my hand as I fuck her with my fingers, slow and deliberate. Her head falls back, a soft moan escaping her lips, and I can feel how close she already is, how her body trembles under my control.

“Sebastian…” she moans, her voice breathless and pleading, her nails digging into my arm as I push her closer to the edge.

“Yes, darling?,” I murmur, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. I rub my thumb acrossher clit, knowing it will send her over the edge. “You’re going to come for me right now.”

She does, her body tensing, then shuddering as she comes apart on my hand, her moans filling the room as she grips me tighter. I keep my fingers inside her, feeling the way she pulses around me, the slickness coating my fingers as she rides out her orgasm.

When she finally collapses back onto the bed, panting, I pull my fingers out of her slowly, watching her as I bring them to my mouth. I lick her cum off my fingers, savoring the taste of her, the taste of control.

Then I lean down, kissing her gently, my lips brushing over hers, tender and possessive. I want her to taste herself on my lips.

“You’ll stay here,” I whisper against her lips, my voice firm but soft. “And I’ll be back.”

I pull away, grabbing my jacket that I took off before fucking her with my fingers, knowing she’s watching me, knowing she’s too shaken and too addicted to fight me anymore. I leave her there, breathless and claimed, as I head out the door.

When I step outside, the cold air hits me, and I pull out my phone. There’s a message from Ty, the one person in this world who understands the duality of my life. His father and mine were cut from the same cloth, and now, we’ve inherited their legacy in a sense. Our fathers aren’t dead, yet, but they’ve been training us to take over since we could walk. We’ve been raised for this—to kill, to control, to protect the Society’s interests at any cost.

I swing my leg over my motorcycle, the engine roaring to life as I rev it, feeling the vibration under me. It’s a short ride to the meeting point, and as I pull up, I see Ty already there, leaning against his bike, smoking a cigarette.

“About time,” he mutters, flicking the cigarette to the ground. “You good?”

I nod, pulling off my helmet. “Yeah. Let’s get this done.”

Ty smirks, his usual cocky grin spreading across his face, but there’s a tension in his eyes. He knows me well enough to know something’s off. “You left her at your place, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I grunt, my tone clipped. I’m not talking about this shit with him right now, not when we’re about to finish this assignment.

Ty chuckles, shaking his head. “Man, you’ve got it bad. Who would’ve thought Mr. Brooding Badass would turn into a little lovesick puppy?”

“Shut the fuck up, Ty,” I snap, but there’s no real bite to my words. He always knows how to push my buttons, and I know he’s just fucking with me.

“You know me,” he shrugs, unbothered, flashing that infuriating grin. “Just sayin’, might wanna keep your head in the game tonight. Don’t want you daydreaming about her when shit hits the fan. You need me to handle the messy parts? You know how much I love the art of it.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not daydreaming. And I can handle my own shit.”

He leans in, lowering his voice in mock-seriousness. “You sure about that? ‘Cause you’ve got that look, man. The one you had the first time you—”

“I swear to god, Ty…” I cut him off, my jaw tightening.

Ty’s unfazed, as always. “Fine, fine. I’ll keep it PG for your delicate sensibilities. But hey, you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here, man. We can braid each other’s hair, share our feelings, maybe even cry a little. Bonding shit.”

“Fuck off,” I mutter, but the corner of my mouth lifts despite myself. Ty’s always been a cocky asshole, but he’s the only one I trust to have my back when things get dirty.

We don’t waste any more time talking. The job tonight is messy, violent. A man crossed the wrong people—betrayed theSociety. We’re here to remind him that nobody betrays us and walks away. It’s simple. It’s brutal. Ty, as usual, seems entirely unfazed by the thought of the violence to come, his casual attitude never wavering.

“You know, this guy,” Ty says, lighting another cigarette, “I heard he’s a bit of a squealer. Think I might make a game out of it, see how long it takes before he starts begging. Wanna place a bet?”

I grunt. “Let’s just get it done.”

Ty exhales, blowing smoke into the night air. “You’re no fun anymore, man. You used to love this shit.”

“I still do. Just not in the mood for your theatrics tonight.”

At that, Ty dramatically places his hands over his heart, staggering back a step like my words just shattered him. “Oh, the cruelty,” he groans, his voice dripping with mock despair. “Right in the heart, Sebby. You wound me.”

I roll my eyes, the irritation immediate. “Cut the fucking shit, Ty. And stop calling me Sebby. What the fuck, man?”

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