Page 16 of Believe In Us

In the blink of an eye, almost by instinct, I’m ready to pounce like a rabid animal. I obey, strutting forward and reaching for what I want most, but he’s quick to yank my arm pulling me toward him, and holding me tight.

“Not so fast Jade,” he mutters loudly.

I shake my head not understanding his resistance. “You justsaid to come and get it…” The ravenous look in his eyes has me swallowing the rest of my rant.

“Drop to your fucking knees,” he commands, and all the blood instantly leaves my upper body coming together at my already throbbing pussy. The submissive wolf hidden deep inside me comes out to play as I obey his command, dropping to my knees before him, no questions asked as I lower my head, and stare down to the ground at his feet. I swear if I had a tail it’d be tightly tucked between my legs like a good little bitch.

He stands unmoving for a moment, nothing but the sound of his heavy breathing heard in the expanse of the room. His stance is domineering and cold, but the reaction within me is anything but. Molten lava courses through my veins, the anticipation of what comes next has me about ready to erupt.

I feel him move around me, the bed dipping as he settles down atop it. Suddenly, his hand is on me once again, grabbing my ponytail and tugging backward, my head straining back, my eyes now on him as he crouches forward. His lips are on my ear whispering huskily against me, his voice like the most wicked music to my fucking ears.

“You may be on your knees, but these stunning green stones will always be on me.” His free hand cups my chin as he rubs his thumb against my bottom lip. “I need to see what you look like when I’m fucking this sweet little mouth.” He shoves his thumb into my mouth and I eagerly start sucking, closing my eyes, and remembering the taste of him as I do.

Sebastian growls loudly behind me as he watches me. Standing he picks me up, and throws me roughly on the bed so I’m on all fours before him. I sit back on my knees breathing heavily, frightened, and so fucking aroused, as he stands there watching me without saying a goddamn thing. He struts toward me like a lion stalking his prey right before he is about to attack.

“Take your shirt off,” he commands, my body trembling with each daunting syllable.

I move to lift my shirt, my hands shaking in anticipation as I grab it by the hem and pull it over my head leaving me only in my shorts. His eyes widen at my naked torso before him, my nipples perky and hard, my pussy dripping wet as he licks his lips.

“Fuck, Jade, your tits are fucking perfect.” His fingers reach out to trace my neck, dipping into the skin of my collar bone and trailing down between the dip in between my breasts. He slowly circles my nipples, squeezing my sensitive nub between his thumb and pointer finger making me moan out in pleasure.

“Bass,” I yelp, my eyes closing as the sensation travels through me.

“Get on all fours,” he growls, and I once again obey, setting my hands on the edge of the mattress and raising myself to my knees. He stands beside the bed, running his calloused palm down my bare back, and down to the waistband of my shorts, taking his time his fingers caressing every inch of heated skin further arousing me to the point of near combustion. Then suddenly in one swift motion he tugs the thin material and tears it in half leaving me in nothing but a lace thong, my ass up in the air feeling the coldness of the AC.

“Fuck,” he groans, sounding slightly irritated, as his hands hover over me not touching me, but teasing me as they linger above making me want to push up just to feel them against me. “I thought I could hold off, wait till your pretty little mouth sucked me dry, until you all but begged me to touch you.” He moves behind me, gripping my ass tightly and pulling me toward him, his rough fingers digging deep into my soft skin. He lowers his mouth down to me, grazing my cheeks with the slight stubble adorning his chiseled jaw, scratching my already sensitive flesh, and sending an electric current straight to my fucking pussy as he pushes his nose against the drenched material of my thong. “But this fucking scent.” He inhales sharply, my skin prickling with goosebumps as my pussy clenches in need. He inhales a deep breath once again. I in turn hold my breath, closing my eyesbefore I come from just the sheer thought of what he’s doing. “It fucking drives me insane. You turn me into a carnivorous beast whose hunger isn’t satiated by any other taste. Only you. I need it all, all of you.”

My insides turn to mush at his admission, whether it’s lust, or an in the moment reaction to his dick wanting in, I can’t help but foolishly wish his words were true. Bass is in fact a carnivorous beast, and because he doesn’t do anything half assed, he’s the worst of his kind. One who feasts on meekly minded prey, on the innocent, the gullible, on the lost little lambs. But I’m not a meek little lamb. I’m a fierce, wild wolf. And as much as I wish his words were true, as much as I need his feelings to be more, I can't fall victim like all the others before me, and fuck were there many. Sebastian Silver is a womanizer, a manwhore, and that’s saying it nicely. He’s a fuck them hard and rough and leave them heartbroken and wanting kind of guy.

And I’ve been left one too many times to fall for his enticing charm.

A loud smack rings in my ears, followed by a piercing sting felt against my skin snapping me out of my thoughts. My ass cheeks burn, surely red and imprinted with his searing palm. “Turn the fuck around, now!” he demands, and my body all but falls against the mattress as I turn over, my back and sensitive ass cheeks flat against the cool silk of his bed sheets. “Spread them open for me Little Wolf, show me that bare little cunt I fucking love.” I’m too fucking aroused to pay any attention to the four-letter word he mutters huskily, however I’m sure is just an involuntary reaction to the arousal coursing through his hardened dick I can see clearly through his sweats.

Nonetheless I do exactly as he says, my legs falling open allowing him to climb on the bed and settle between them. He grips the material of my thong quickly, tearing it to shreds like all the others, and I silently wonder why I even bother wearing them. Just when I think he’s going to use it once again to restrain myarms like he did that first time at the cabin, he throws it on the ground beside us.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Jade,” he mutters, his tone of voice slightly softening for an instant. I dare look him in the eyes, only to find them looking straight back at me. They’re a darker shade of gray, not yet black but also not their usual clear silver. Like a storm ridden sky right before the thunderous rain is about to fall down upon the land. Dark, ominous, and terrifying, yet exhilarating to a ceraunophile, and calming to those who enjoy the sound. But the lust is evident, I can see the need in them, I can feel the desire radiating from his dark irises. But also sense something completely foreign as I watch him watch me. And it’s almost too much to handle. I quickly look away, trying to hide from their hypnotizing power, but his hand forcefully comes to my chin gripping it and pulling me to stare directly at him.

“Eyes on me Jade, always on me.”

I nod afraid of what might come out of my mouth if I dare open it. It’s almost comical how in any other situation I’m a fucking savage. A bitch who can’t keep her fucking mouth shut and has a goddamn opinion for everything. Yet here as I lay helplessly beneath him, I’m a fucking submissive mute.

He releases his hold on my chin and I watch him reach over to the waist of his sweats pulling the drawstring until it pops out of the elastic band. He raises a brow at me silently telling me what he’s about to do and I immediately follow his unspoken order, raising my hands over my head and bringing them together.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, the corners of his mouth slightly turning upward. He quickly ties my wrists together with the white drawstring, my body already convulsing as I try and clench my throbbing pussy to ease the pain of my arousal. Strong hands move down my waist and across my thighs, gripping them and pushing them open wider. He lowers his mouth to my lips blowing softly against me, sending a shiver of need to my toes as I curve them up,gripping the silk beneath them. My insides are screaming in need, begging him to take what he needs what I crave to give.

“Bass, please I need you to touch me,” I beg, inwardly cringing at how fucking pathetic I sound, but honestly not giving a fuck as long as it gets me what I want. I came here to forget the fight I had with my sister, to forget how utterly fucking alone I am in this world. And the pain he likes to instill in me, the feel of what it’s like to give myself to him in this way is the perfect outlet to help me forget.

Bass runs his fingers through my slick, wet folds, my pussy desperately aching to clench around him, to fucking squeeze his fingers were they to enter when suddenly, his hand comes down on me smacking against my clit in a fast, electrifying motion. My blood rushes to my sensitive, swollen nub and I can’t keep in the sounds that escape me.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan loudly as my back curves off the mattress, my arms digging into the bedsheets beneath me.

I can see his eyes darken as my body convulses in exhilarating pain. The obscurity in them is riveting and only makes me crave his touch, whether it be rough, punishing, or gentle.

Maybe I like the pain, the darkness. Maybe I need it to feel whole, to feel alive. And maybe he needs to instill it in other’s before it consumes him.

Chapter

Seven

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