Page 76 of The Library

For a moment, I pause, biting my lip as I hover over the “Add to Relationship” button. It feels like such a silly, trivial thing, but a part of me wants to do it just to see his reaction. Will he even care? I doubt he even checks this thing, with how carefully constructed his life is on here.

Fuck it.

I tap the button and add him, a small smirk playing on my lips. I half-laugh to myself, imagining how he’ll react.

Probably won’t even notice. Or maybe he’ll give me that knowing look, like I’m just playing some harmless game.

I step into the shower, letting the hot water pour over me, but my mind is racing. The brand on my skin burns under the spray, a constant reminder of his claim on me. And the tracking device? My stomach twists with the thought. He’s marked me, he’s tracking me—he owns me in every way.

And yet… I’m falling even more in love with him because of it. The conflict inside me is unbearable, but I can’t deny it. I want him. I want this. Even if it means giving up control, giving up every piece of myself.

After getting out the shower that did nothing to clear my mind, I half way dry off as I walk into the kitchen, still in just my towel, I freeze when I see the notification.

Sebastian Ashford has accepted your relationship request.

My heart skips a beat. I stare at the screen, not sure what to think. He actually accepted it? I didn’t think he even used Facebook like that. But he did.

My head is spinning as I process what this means—he’s okay with the world seeing this. He’s okay with people knowing.

I glance up, and there he is, standing at the stove, cooking breakfast like it’s the most normal thing in the world. He’s shirtless, his tattoos stark against his skin, the muscles in his back rippling as he moves. It’s almost surreal-this domestic moment right after he branded me like I’m his property.

Sebastian turns around, a smirk playing on his lips as he wipes his hands on a towel. “Enjoy your shower, darling?” he says, his voice low and filled with amusement. “I see you’ve been busy.”

I blink, trying to gather myself. “You actually accepted?”

He chuckles, setting down the towel and walking over to me, his eyes dark with that familiar intensity. “Of course I did. You want the world to know, right?” He pulls me close, his hand slipping around my waist, fingers brushing the brand on mypussy. “I’ve already claimed you, Lilith. I don’t care if Facebook knows. I want everyone to know. You’re mine.”

I swallow, my heart pounding in my chest as he leans down, brushing his lips over mine. “You want to make it official on Facebook? Fine. But remember, I’ve already made it official in ways that go far beyond that.”

His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers through me, and I melt into him, feeling the weight of what he’s saying. It’s not just about a status. It’s about the life we’re building-the dark, twisted connection between us that no one else can touch.

As he pulls back slightly, his eyes lock onto mine, and the intensity there makes my breath catch. “You’re mine, Lilith,” he whispers, his fingers tracing the edges of his name on my skin. “Now and forever. Everyone can know it, but you’ll always feel it.”

A rush of emotion surges through me, and for the first time since last night, I feel a strange sense of peace. He’s claimed me, in every way possible, and I’m not running from it anymore. I’m his, and he’s mine.

He turns back to the stove before he looks over at me as I approach, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re going to move in with me,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I stop in my tracks, my heart racing. “What?”

“You heard me,” he says, turning back to the stove as he didn’t just say something insane. “You’re moving in. It’s time.”

I stare at him, my mind spinning. He’s serious. He’s not asking—he’s telling me. And part of me wants to agree immediately, to fall into this life with him. But another part of me—the part that’s still struggling to understand everything he’s done—pushes back.

“I’ll move in,” I say slowly, my voice steady, “but only if you start giving me answers. Like Ty does with Anna. No more secrets.”

He glances over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Answers, huh?”

“Yes,” I say, standing my ground. “I deserve to know what’s going on.”

He lets out a low chuckle, turning to face me fully. His eyes are dark with amusement, but there’s something else there, too—something dangerous. “If you want answers, Lilith, you’re going to have to work for them.”

I know exactly what he means, and the thought makes my nipples harden under the towel. He knows it, too. His smirk widens as he watches my body’s reaction, and I feel the heat pooling between my legs.

“You’re unbelievable,” I mutter, shaking my head.

He just laughs, turning back to the stove. “And you’re still here, aren’t you?”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t deny it. I am still here. And the truth is, I don’t want to be anywhere else.

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