Page 90 of The Library

I strip him of his shoes, socks, and jeans, the whole time never breaking eye contact. His smirk grows wider, that cocky grin telling me he thinks this is just another game. Another round ofourusual play. He thinks he knows how this will end.

But he has no idea.

As soon as he’s naked and sitting in the chair, I grab the leather straps that hang from the arms—the same ones he used to tie me down with. His smirk fades just a little as I tighten the straps around his wrists, making sure he can’t move. His eyes flick to mine, narrowing slightly.

“If you want to tie me up and fuck me, darling, I won’t stop you,” he says with a laugh, his voice filled with amusement. He still thinks this is funny. He still thinks he holds all the cards.

But he’s wrong.

I tighten the straps, making sure they bite into his skin just enough to keep him from moving. I stand up, my body naked and covered in blood, feeling the weight of his gaze as I move toward his jeans, pulling his knife from the pocket. The same knife he’s used on me so many times before, the same one that’s drawn blood from my skin in the heat of our darkest moments.

His eyes follow the blade, a flicker of something—excitement, anticipation—flashing across his face.

“Oh, Sebastian, darling…” I murmur, leaning down so my lips brush against his ear. “By the time I’m done here, you’re going to bebeggingme to fuck you, baby.”

His laugh fades, his cocky smirk replaced with something darker. His eyes narrow as he watches me, his muscles tense against the leather straps holding him down. He can feel the power shift. He knows this is different. But he’s not scared. If anything, he’s fuckingexcited.

I drop to my knees in front of him, the knife still in my hand as I take his cock into my mouth. He groans, his head falling back as I take him deep, the muscles in his arms straining against the restraints. I can feel him fighting the urge to move, to thrust into my mouth, but this isn’t about whathewants. This is about whatIwant.

And I want to make him fucking lose it.

I drag the blade down the inside of his thigh, the cold metal brushing dangerously close to his cock. It’s a warning, and he knows it. He stills immediately, his eyes locking onto mine, and I can see it—the thrill, the excitement. He’s fucking loving this.

I move from his cock to his balls, licking and sucking, making him groan louder, his hips twitching with the need to thrust.He’s on the edge, I can feel it. His body is shaking with the effort to stay still, to not take control, but I’m not giving him the satisfaction. Not yet.

“How does this feel, darling ?” I ask, using his own word as my own, my voice low and dangerous as I drag my tongue along the length of his cock, teasing him.

“So good, baby,” he groans, his voice strained, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Keep going. Just like that.”

I look up at him, my eyes burning with the same possessive fury I felt at the club. “How does it feel to have the control ripped away from you like this?”

His eyes narrow as he watches me, realization flickering across his face. He knows what I’m doing, and I can see the excitement in his gaze. The power shift, the darkness—it’s fucking turning him on.

I drag the blade across his chest, just enough to draw blood, and then I lean down, licking it off. His body tenses beneath me, his breath hitching as the cold metal cuts into his skin, but he doesn’t flinch. He watches me with dark fascination, his body taut with anticipation.

“If another woman ever touches you again, I’ll kill her,” I whisper, dragging the blade up to his neck, barely pressing it against his skin. His pulse thrums beneath the knife, but he’s not afraid. He’s fuckingexcited.I can feel it in the way his body reacts, in the way his cock throbs in my hand.

He leans forward, pushing the blade into his skin and cutting his neck, capturing my lips in a rough, hungry kiss. His blood smears across my breasts as I push closer, his cock hard and throbbing beneath me.

I straddle him, sinking down onto his cock, taking him deep into my pussy with one smooth motion. He groans, pulling at the straps that bind him to the chair, his body straining as I fuck himhard and fast. Every thrust is filled with the need to claim him, to mark him as mine, just as he’s done to me so many times before.

His head falls back, his muscles flexing against the restraints as he loses himself in the moment. But this time, I’m the one in control. I’m the one calling the shots. I ride him with a wild, possessive fury, my body moving with a primal need to take what’s mine.

He groans, his body trembling as he nears the edge, but I don’t slow down. I don’t let up. I fuck him like it’s the last time I’ll ever have him, pouring every ounce of anger and frustration, every drop of possessive fury, into each thrust.

And when he finally comes, his body shuddering beneath me, I don’t stop. I keep riding him, taking everything he has to give, until we’re both a mess of blood, sweat, and desire.

I know he’ll punish me for this later. I know this game we’re playing is far from over.

But right now, I’m the one in control.

And I fucking love it.

Sebastian

The blood is still drying on her skin, and I can see it, smell it. Hell, I canfeelit in the air between us, thick and charged. Ty’s laughter echoes in my head as I walk through the house, but I’m barely listening. He’s still in the doorway, cracking jokes about how Lilith is a fucking psycho, about wanting to bring her along on an assignment next time.

“Hell, she’s crazier than you, man,” Ty had said, grinning like a madman. “Let her loose, and we’ll see who’s the real killer in the room.”

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