Page 50 of Addicted To His Favorite
Her voice turned teasingly sweet at the end before she disappeared around a corner.
The maze was made entirely of mirrors, their reflections stretching endlessly in every direction.
His footsteps echoed in the empty space, mixing with the sound of her playful laughter. She darted between mirrored walls, deliberately staying just out of reach—but he was faster than she expected.
Within moments, his hand closed around her wrist. He yanked her back, her body colliding with his. She stumbled. Her back hit the cold mirror with a soft thud, his body trapping hers. She was panting from the run, eyes wide.
“I caught you,” he murmured, voice dark and low.
“You win,” she said, still smiling, completely unaware of the storm brewing in his eyes. That smile made his grip on her wrist tighten.
He bent his head and captured her mouth in a deep, breath-stealing kiss. His lips trailed down to her neck, marking her skin with possessive kisses until heat rushed through her veins. She melted against him until his lips trailed down her neck, leaving heated marks. The moment she felt herself losing control, she wrenched her wrist free and shoved at his chest, breaking away.
Before he could grab her again, she bolted.
“Emily, don’t run now,” he growled, his voice echoing after her.
Her heart pounded as she glanced over her shoulder. His gaze locked on her—fierce, hungry, and predatory—and a shiver shot down her spine.
She made a dash, running faster. A few seconds later, she turned a corner and immediately collided with a solid chest.
Her gasp barely escaped before his hand gripped the back of her head, pushing her forward until her chest hit the mirror wall. Then, he seized her waist in a punishing grip and flipped heraround to face him. His face lowered, breath warm against her lips, and his eyes burned into hers.
“Baby,” he growled, his voice lethal and low, “I told you not to run from me… didn’t I?”
She was breathing heavily, her heart pounding at the fierce look in his eyes. Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“There are cameras all around,” she warned, voice trembling. “Don’t kiss me again.”
Sebastian stepped closer, invading her space with a dark, possessive grin.
“Iownthis place,” he murmured, voice husky. “The only thing getting recorded here is a memory I’ll replay in our bedroom whenever you try to disobey me.”
His words sent a thrill down her spine. He leaned in even more.
“It’s only fair I punish you for your mistakes.”
She opened her mouth to protest. “Sebastian—”but before she could finish, his lips crushed against hers, stealing her breath away.
His tongue forced her mouth open, slipping in with a dark, demanding hunger that made her knees weak. Emily’s hands clawed at his suit jacket, trying to push him away, but he only held her tighter, grinding his body against hers, pressing her chest into the hard plane of his own.
He pulled back just enough to press his lips to the curve of her jaw, teeth grazing lightly, making her gasp and shiver. His tongue followed, licking the hollow of her throat, tasting the sweat and warmth of her skin. Every flick, every brush, was enough to make her tremble, to steal her control.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” he murmured against her skin, voice low and rough. “So fucking soft.”
Her dress clung to her, silk sliding under his hands as he leaned down further, his lips brushing over the swell of her breasts through the fabric. He growled as he pressed his mouth to her chest, teeth nibbling the peak through the gown, flicking his tongue across her hardened nipple until she arched violently against him.
“Sebastian… oh god…” she moaned, hands clutching at his shoulders, breath breaking in shallow gasps.
He didn’t relent. His fingers slid under the hem of her dress, exploring, teasing, brushing against the skin he wanted. One hand cupped her breast, thumb rubbing hard against her nipple while his mouth followed, sucking and licking until she shivered uncontrollably.
“Such a needy little thing,” he growled. “Doesn’t even need to be fully bare for me to make you melt. Look at you… dripping already, baby.”
His other hand moved lower, sliding along her ribs, down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the slick heat pressing through the thin silk of her underwear. His lips left a trail of fire along her sternum, over her ribs, and down to the swell of her stomach, tongue teasing and teeth lightly biting, making her gasp over and over.
Emily’s body trembled under him, every nerve on fire. Her legs threatened to buckle, hips jerking forward involuntarily as he circled her nipples with his tongue while his fingers trailed lower, brushing her inner thighs, making her whimper.
His lips hovered above her breast as his fingers teased her slit through the thin fabric, flicking and rubbing her gently butinsistently. Emily moaned, squirming against him, but his grip was iron. Every motion was rough.
