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“Please.” I roll my hips back against him.

He groans, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh. “Tell me again who you belong to.”

“You, Sebastian. Only you. I love you.”

With a rough thrust, he’s sheathed inside me. I cry out, muffling the sound against my arm.

Sebastian sets a relentless pace, fucking me against the bookshelf. Hard, fast strokes that threaten to break me in two.

It’s all too much. Too good. The hard shelf scraping my skin, his thick length stretching me to the limit, his ragged breaths in my ear. I’m completely overwhelmed, lost in the pleasure and pain.

He growls. “That’s right, take it all for me like the fucking good girl you are.”

I want to turn again, but his hand comes up, covering my mouth, and keeping my eyes faced to the shelf.

Something is off.

“Pretend for me one last time that you love me.” His hand wanders down to my neck.

Why? “I do love you.” Of course, I do.

His voice is harsh. “Say it again.”

“Sebastian, why—” I manage to choke out, my voice mixed with whimpers.

“Say.”Thrust.“It.”Thrust.“Again.”Thrust.

“I love you, I do.” Tears start streaming down my face as I struggle to understand his behavior.

“Good girl. Always remember that.”

His words are cold, not laced with the usual warmth, and his thrusts remain unrelenting, each one driving me closer to the edge. It’s overwhelming. It’s wrong—so wrong—but also right.

It’s him.

The man I love.

“Sebastian, stop,” I say.

His hand tightens around my throat, and he growls into my ear. “Come for me one last time, princess. I need you one last time.”

What? My body is aflame with pleasure, the ability to form coherent thoughts escaping my grip.

“Please, st—”

He sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of my neck again, causing a strangled cry to escape my lips.

“That’s it, princess. Take it all.”

I’m close, each rough snap of his hips pushing me closer to the edge. My fingers claw at the shelf, desperate for something to hold onto.

A few more brutal strokes and I come apart. His hand closes around my mouth, muffling the screams. But he doesn’t stop—if anything, his thrusts become wilder, more erratic, and the orgasm he wrings from me is almost painful in its intensity, my inner walls clenching helplessly around his hard length until he stills inside, his warmth filling me.

His head falls onto my shoulder, both our chests heaving.

“We could have had it all. Why Lil?” He places a kiss on my shoulder before pulling out slowly, leaving me empty and cold.

I try to catch a glimpse of Sebastian’s eyes as he adjusts my clothing, but his gaze remains lowered, his movements stiff and robotic. The instant his hands leave my hips, their steadying presence gone, my knees give out, and I collapse to the cold and hard library floor.

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