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Her head tilted back as she stared up at him from her knees on the ground—innocent eyes, reddened skin, heavy breaths. Every shiver of pleasure running through her only made it harder for him to hold back, his desire teetering on the edge of feral.
“You think a little run can save you from me?” he growled, voice low, thick with menace and desire. “I’m going to make you feel so much pleasure, you’ll never be satisfied unless it’s me touching you.”
Sebastian didn’t give her a second to think. One hand gripped the back of her neck, forcing her gaze up at him, while the other slid down her waist, rough fingers digging into her sides. He leaned close, teeth grazing her earlobe, voice a guttural growl.
“You’re mine,” he spat, “and I’m not asking anymore. You do exactly what I say.”
Before she could respond, Sebastian’s hands gripped her waist and shoved her back. Emily stumbled and fell onto her hips, dress bunching up around her thighs, damp and clinging to her flushed skin. Her fingers clutched at his legs instinctively, heart racing, heat pooling unbearably between her legs.
Before she could even breathe a word, his hand shot out, gripping the back of her thigh, shoving her gown high up her legs in one rough, impatient motion. The fabric bunched around her waist, leaving her trembling beneath his stare.
Chapter 18 A Little Fan
Then his fingers hooked into the band of her panties. One hard tug. The soft fabric slid down her thighs, over her knees, down her calves. He yanked them free from her ankles, tossing the thin scrap of lace aside like it was nothing. Her bare skin glowed against the floor under the dim light, soft, milky, and completely at his mercy.
The sharp metallic click of his belt made her jolt, heart hammering. He ripped the leather free, tossed it aside, his jacket hitting the floor a moment later. Buttons strained as he tore open his shirt, baring a chest tight with muscle, veins running thick down his arms as if his own control was about to snap.
Then, with one hand gripping her wrist, he yanked her up roughly, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. He dropped back against the mirror propped on the ground, sitting with his back against the cold surface, dragging her close between his legs.
“Climb on me,” he ordered, his voice dark, guttural as he unzipped his pants and pulled his shaft out.
Her shaky hands landed on his shoulders as she obeyed, climbing onto his lap. The heat of his body scorched through her trembling thighs as she hovered above him. His cock, thick andhard, strained against her, throbbing with a need that made his jaw clench tight.
She tried to ease down slowly, the tight stretch already making her shiver—
But patience wasn’t his thing. Not at that moment.
A growl ripped from his throat as his hands snapped around her hips.
He slammed her down in one hard thrust.
Emily cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as the sudden, brutal fullness stole her breath, his grip on her hips like iron, holding her there, forcing her to take every inch of him.
“You feel that?” he ground out, voice ragged, his hips snapping upward before she could answer. “That’s mine. Every bit of you… mine.”
Sebastian’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he slammed her down again, harder this time.
“Oh…!” Emily gasped, the sound sharp, almost breaking as he filled her completely.
He growled, his jaw tight, his eyes blazing with heat as he drove up into her again.
Each thrust was brutal, the force of him lifting her and slamming her down making her body jolt. She clung to his shoulders, nails scraping over his skin as he fucked her harder, his muscles straining, his chest heaving against hers.
He didn’t give her time to breathe. He angled his hips, going even deeper, his pace relentless.
“Sebastian—”
“You wanted to run?” he bit out, gripping her chin roughly so she had to look at him as he pounded into her. “This is what happens when you run.”
Her thighs trembled around his waist, body nearly breaking under the intensity, and just when she thought he was reaching the edge, he stopped abruptly, his breathing harsh and uneven.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, voice rough, dripping with command.
Before she could process, he lifted her off him and pushed her forward. Her hands hit the floor to steady herself as he yanked her hips up, positioning her on all fours. The cool air hit her exposed skin just before his hands spread her wider, his control absolute.
Then he slammed into her from behind, harder than before. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as he drove into her with punishing thrusts, his grip on her hips bruising as he took her without restraint, every movement rough, dominating, claiming her entirely.
Sebastian’s thrusts grew faster, rougher, each one making her arms shake as she tried to hold herself up. His grip on her hips was bruising now, his fingers digging into her skin like he wanted to leave marks there, proof that she was his.
