Page 86 of Believe In Us

“A Bugatti Chiron Noire, isn’t there like only five of these in the world?” I ask Sebastian, as I run my hand back and forth over the sleek black interior. “Mmm, so smooth,” I moan.

“Twenty,” he snaps, glaring at the way my hands move back and forth over the dashboard. “Stop fucking touching it, I’m getting hard just by the sight of you rubbing your hands on a goddamncar. If you get me hard, you’re going to have to help alleviate the tension.” I laugh loudly, smacking his knee, but he flinches at my touch. Well this could be fun.

“You mean like this,” I tease, rubbing my left hand up and down his thigh. His grip on the steering wheel tightens while he steps on the gas accelerating and making me jolt back in my seat.

“Jade,” he warns, the deep rasp of his voice only exciting me further.

I chuckle, removing my hand from his thigh and falling back into my seat. “What are you going to tell him when he realizes you’re not here with her?” I mumble quietly, afraid of his response. Bass confessed to me his father bought him this car with the condition he accepted Kinsley as his prom date. He mentioned how his father threatened him, forcing him to bring Kinsley tonight, in order to save face with her father, who he’s currently trying to convince to invest in his new hotel. He told me about the car, the dress, and his grandmother’s ring his father expects him to give to her after graduation. My heart nearly stopped as he spoke, my fears threatening to come back to life and drag me down to the darkest depths of my subconscious, but I didn’t allow it.

He turns down the long road behind the academy, leading to the castle at the far end of the large property. We would have arrived in only about five minutes, but I forced him to take me on a joyride. “Nothing,” he replies matter-of-fact, his eyes never once straying from the road ahead. The castle comes into view as we drive through the golden gates, and it’s bigger than I would have ever imagined. White stone pillars outline the entirety of the ground floor, the towers on both sides stand at least three stories high, with wide rooftop balconies on each end it’s like a fucking fairy tale. It is the most amazing place I have ever seen. After being around these elite fuckers that is saying something because their childhood homes would leave most breathless, but this place? Yeah this is what you see in the dictionary under the word enchanting.

I shift in my seat, not allowing the beauty of the castle to further distract me from the conversation we need to have. “He won’t just back off Bass, we need to be ready. If he threatened you, I need to know what it is he wants.”

“Don’t worry about it, okay, whatever he threatened me with, I’ll never allow it to happen.” He reaches over to me cupping my cheek in his right palm, rubbing his thumb gently over my bottom lip. “I don’t want you to worry your pretty little head about it, okay? It’s not healthy for the baby to have your anxiety shot through the roof.”

I try to pull my face away but he doesn’t allow my gaze to leave his, “Sebastian, you know I hate when you keep shit from me, I need to know.”

“You don’t babe, I’ll handle it I promise. Tonight, let's just try and enjoy ourselves. Remember we’re here because you want to see the look on Kinsley’s face when she sees you walking on my arm. She must have realized by now I’m not showing up for her.”

I can’t help the wide grin that flashes over my face at the mention of the bitch surely waiting by the door, her hair perfectly combed and dressed in a thousand-dollar gown. The pathetic look on her face when instead Liam shows up to pick her up. Bass told me he asked Liam to take his place and drive Kinsley here, telling her he was sent to pick her up and bring her here. I was pissed at first, Liam doesn’t deserve to have his Prom night ruined because of that bitch, but Bass assured me Liam wouldn’t mind as his date was out with the flu.

We pull up to the long, circular driveway, the valet employee quickly rushing over to us, clearly anxious for the opportunity to drive this babe of a car. Bass quickly exits the car and walks around to my side to open the door, while I anxiously wait, everything inside of me yelling, telling me I should just open it myself, chivalry be damned, though I’m also strangely aroused by the gesture. Fuck these damn hormones.

He opens the door, reaching out for me to take his hand. “Madame,” he says, a gorgeous smile making my knees weak.

I immediately take his hand stepping out of the car, but suddenly I’m pushed against it, my back pressed into the door that slams shut behind me. “Fuck baby you look so damn beautiful. I should have fucked you before we left, I don’t think I can hold off until tonight.”

“Bass,” I whimper, as his hand finds the slit of my dress, rubbing my inner thigh here in the middle of the driveway, with the valet employee merely a foot away. “You’re going to have to wait, we can’t do this here baby, not in front of all of these assholes.”

He brings his forehead down to mine, nodding against me in agreement. “These fuckers don’t get to see what I do to you, but I can’t help it, I want you so fucking bad Jade.” He kisses me fiercely, his lips ravishing mine, leaving me panting and horny as fuck as he continues to explore every inch of my mouth.

“Ahem,” Ace clears his throat, Scar and him coming over to where we are, practically dry humping against the Bugatti.

Bass growls in my ear, “I swear to God man, I’m going to kill you Ace. When have I ever fucking cock-blocked you.”

I laugh, as do they, at how grumpy Bass looks, his erection visibly hard pressing against his pants. “Bass, baby, let’s go. We’re going to get escorted out if you fuck me in the middle of the valet.”

“That’s the plan baby, the quicker we get out of here,” his fingers trail under my dress, teasing me and inching closer to my entrance, “The faster I get in, here.”

“Sebastian!” I shout, smacking his hand away. “You don’t get to fuck me right now.” Ace and Scarlett laugh behind us, the valet guy still standing nervously nearby, his cheek flushed bright red.

“Fuck, that just made me hot,” Scar admits, fanning herself. “Good thing I got thoroughly fucked in the car,” she adds with a wink. My jaw drops open at her admission, and Bass looksextremely annoyed as Ace and Scar quickly disappear into the crowd entering the castle. Fuck. Now I’m also thoroughly aroused.

Bass’s lowers his head back down to mine, kissing me softly on the forehead, the gesture so tender and intimate, it warms my fucking heart. “Soon baby, I promise.”

The interior of the castle is of course more boujee than anything I’ve ever seen let alone stepped foot in. Beckett’s father is clearly fucking loaded. The line for the elevator that takes us up to the top floor wraps around the room, those ropes they use at theme parks keeping everyone in order.

“Fuck this,” Bass says, gripping my arm and pulling me toward the right corridor. “I’m not waiting in that line. I know where the service elevator is.” He drags me down to the end of the corridor, and down another long hallway, past the staff quarters, and toward a hidden bank of elevators.

“How do you know where these are?” I ask, as he continuously presses the elevator button up.

“This is Beck’s dad’s place. Well he doesn’t live here anymore, he moved back to England, but we used to hang out here a lot after his mom married my dad. They actually got married here. Henry and Eliza have some fucked up relationship, they can’t stand each other let alone be in the same room, but it’s like their aristocratic, English blood doesn’t allow them to feud. Appearances are everything,” he mocks in a terrible English accent.

I laugh, but my reply is cut short when the elevator doors open and Bass nearly shoves me inside. He presses the button for the third floor, but slams his fist against the emergency break, harshly halting the elevator's ascension.

“What the hell Sebastian?” I shout, holding myself up against the elevator railing. He slowly turns toward me, a feral creature instantly taking his place and possessing his body. He’s unrecognizable, in the blink of an eye his silver eyes turned dark as night, glaring at me with an intensity that threatens to make meinternally combust. A shiver runs through me as he prowls over to me, like literally prowls like a fucking predator, a hungry, heated wolf. My alpha. He removes his coat, dropping it to the floor and quickly unbuttoning the top three buttons of his dress shirt, undoing his cuffs, and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

I’m tempted to drop to my knees, to cower my head, and tuck my tail between my legs at his dominance, but I’m frozen in place. He reaches a hand toward me, gripping me tightly by my neck and pulls me into him. “You know you only call me Sebastian when you’re pissed at me,” his voice dropping to a whisper as he licks his way down my cheek, biting down on my chin, “When you’re trying to prove your point,” he sucks on the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving red blemishes in a trail down to my chest. The thin straps of my dress fall off my shoulders, exposing me and giving him further access. His hand creeps under the slit of my dress, hiking it up as he spreads my legs open, all in a matter of seconds.

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