Page 74 of The Library

She whimpers again, her body trembling with anticipation. I grab her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look up at me. “Open your fucking mouth, darling,” I command as I free my cock from my jeans.

She obeys, her lips part and her tongue darts out, and I shove my cock into her mouth, deep enough to make her gag. Her eyes water, but she doesn’t pull back. She knows better.

I growl, thrusting into her mouth, her gagging only making me harder. “You’re going to learn that I’m the only man who will ever be inside you. Mentally and physically.”

I fuck her mouth until she’s gasping for breath, her body shaking with the effort to keep up. When I finally pull out, she’s panting, her lips swollen and wet, her eyes glassy with lust.

But I’m not done with her yet.

I leave her wrists tied and flip her onto her stomach, spreading her legs wide as I line myself up with her dripping pussy. I secure her ankles to the bedposts, one at a time, leaving her spread wide and vulnerable, completely exposed for me. I grab her by the hips, jerking her up onto her knees, shoving her face down into the sheets. She’s soaking wet, her body desperate for me. I reach under her and slap her smooth pussy hard, she cries out at the shock and the sting, but before she can say anything, I slam into her without warning.

She screams, her body arching off the bed, but I shove her head back down and I don’t stop. I pound into her, harder and harder, her moans and screams filling the room as I fuck her like the whore she is, the one she wants to be.

“You like that?” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her again and again. “You like being fucked like this?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, Sebastian, please—”

I keep fucking her, relentless, unforgiving, until her body finally gives out, trembling beneath me as she comes, her pussy clenching around me so tight it almost pushes me over the edge.

But I’m not done with her yet.

I pull out, lifting her body up to where she is sitting on her knees. I move around her, standing on the bed and shove my cock back into her mouth, making her gag on it as I fuck her throat, her body too spent to resist. She tastes herself on me, and I can see the shame and desire warring in her eyes, but she doesn’t fight it.

“If you want to act like a fucking brat, I’ll fuck you like one,” I growl, my grip tightening in her hair as I push deeper, her throat convulsing around me.

When I finally come, spilling into her mouth, she swallows it all, her body shaking with exhaustion. Her lips stay wrapped around me as if she knows better than to pull away without permission, her eyes glazed with a mixture of surrender and lust as her tears mix with her mascara, leaving streaks down her beautiful face.

I collapse beside her, both of us panting, the room thick with the smell of sweat and sex. She’s barely conscious, her body worn out from everything I’ve done to her. I untie her hands and feet, and she barely moves.

As she drifts off to sleep, I lean over, my hand brushing against her ass as I roll her over onto her back. I pull outthe branding iron, the one I’ve kept hidden, heat it up at the fireplace in the bedroom and press it against her skin, watching as my name sears into her flesh.

She stirs, but she doesn’t wake up. She’s too far gone. Between the alcohol, the fight, and the fucking.

I stand up, grabbing the small tracking device from my pocket, and slip it into the small incision I just made in back of her neck, ensuring that I’ll always know where she is. Let’s see how much she likes her little games after this.

Lilith

Iwake up to the softest brush of fingertips moving through my hair. The first thing I feel is the pounding in my skull, a dull throb that makes me wince before I even open my eyes. My body is sore, aching in all the places I expect, but the haze of last night lingers in my mind like a blurred memory.

And then it hits me.

I remember the fire in my veins, the way I’d snapped at him, the way I threw my fist into his mouth, feeling the satisfying crack of impact. His lip had split, blood spilling over his teeth as he smiled, that wild, unhinged look in his eyes. I hadn’t expected him to be turned on by it, but he was.

“Hit me all you want, darling. Make me bleed. I will gladly bleed for you. But it’s going to cost you. Make damn sure you hit me hard enough for it to be worth it.” His voice had been thick with lust, his blood smeared across his lips before he kissed me, his mouth leaving streaks of crimson over my skin, marking me. It had sent a dark thrill through me, knowing I could make him bleed, knowing he was getting off on the violence as much as I was. The way he ripped that dress right down the middle, the one that I wore just to piss him off. I guess it did. And the way he looked at me-like I was the only thing that mattered, the only one who could push him to the edge like that.

I shudder at the memory, the raw intensity of it flooding back. His hands on me, his voice low and dangerous as hegrowled into my ear, asking if I wanted to fight or fuck. As if the two were intertwined in a way that only made sense with him.

I swallow hard, feeling the remnants of his punishment still on my skin, the way he took me after that. Hard. Brutal. But beneath the rage, there had been something else-something I didn’t fully understand until now. Ownership. He’d claimed me, not just with his words, but with his hands, his body. And I let him.

His voice echoes in my head, that promise he made as he fucked me. “I get off on the pain, Lilith. Every hit, every drop of blood—you fuel me. It makes me want to fuck you so hard it hurts, like the whore you are.”

I finally open my eyes, blinking against the soft light filtering through the room.

Sebastian is beside me, his fingers still gently running through my hair, his expression softer now, but no less intense. There’s a bruise forming on his jaw from where I hit him, and the sight sends a strange mix of satisfaction and arousal through me.

Last night wasn’t just about the fight. It was about everything that came after.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Sebastian’s voice is low and gentle, a contrast to the dark dominance that consumed him last night. He kisses me on the forehead, and I blink my eyes open, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, with a glass of water and pain relievers in his hand. The way he looks at me, the softness in his eyes, almost makes me forget about the brutal way he fucked me last night.

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