Page 48 of Corrupted Memories
A flirtatious grin ghosts my lips, and I stroke the hand that’s squeezing my knee. “Maybe I want to play.” I swat at his fingers when they try to move up.
Sebastian glances up at me, his eyes heated and voice hoarse. “Take off your dress,Gianna.”
My skin gets goosebumps at his command, and I so want to follow it. Instead, I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re not in charge tonight.”
Sebastian stills, then leans back, rubbing a palm across his mouth and raising an eyebrow. “Is that so?” He smirks, unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt and dropping his hand to adjust the bulge in his pants.
I swallow to coat my drying throat and try to calm my frantic heartbeat. I’m losing my resolve and quickly; I need to get what I came for. Nodding, I drop my arms and run a finger along one strap of my dress, pushing it off my shoulder. “Yes, I have some questions. And you’re going to answer them. Do you want to play?”
His icy blue eyes flash with desire as he follows the movement. “Alright, love. I’ll play.”
“Why can’t you let me go?” My voice cracks as I ask, and I curse how easily I portray my emotions.
“This again? Because you’re mine,” he says, matter-of-factly.
I scowl. “What does that even mean? You can’t just state I’m yours and that’s it.”
Sebastian tilts his head, looking at my other shoulder. I smirk at him, stepping one foot out of the black pair of pumps I have on. He thumbs hisbottom lip at the action, not amused at where I’m going with this slow strip tease.
“It means that the minute you walked into that dingy bar in your white shorts and pink sequin shirt, you were mine. I needed to know you, to know what it felt like to kiss those plump lips, to hold that tight ass. To see those long gorgeous legs wrapped around me and to feel the warmth of your fucking pussy as it milked my cock dry.” Sebastian rises out of his chair as he speaks, his muscles straining against the shirt he’s unbuttoning, exposing his toned body.
My chest rises and falls quickly as I watch him, his words washing over me and burning a path straight between my thighs. “From one glance?” I rasp out, sliding the other strap off and tugging it down to my hips. The purple lace bra is bright against my skin, making the swells of my cupped breasts pop.
“Fuck,” Sebastian says, his eyes not moving from the sight. “Take it off. I need to see all of you.” He pulls his shirt off, tossing it onto his desk.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I toy with the fabric of my dress, pulling slightly to expose the waistline of the matching panties.
“Yes, from one fucking glance.” He growls, taking a step toward me.
I fling the other shoe off and take a step away from him, raising a hand. “You know what that sounds like, right?”
He grimaces. “Don’t,” he warns. “You are mine, that’s all that matters.”
“And what if I want more?” I ask him.
“I’ll give you whatever you want.” He groans, running a hand through his hair and messing it up.
“Except love me?”
Sebastian swallows, and I can see his throat bob.
I stare at him, the same frustrations from college roaring to the surface. He never opened up to me about his past, even though I told him every single detail of my life while I was with him. He asked me to be patient to give him time to explain his holdback, but their insinuation that my brother is working with the mafia is making me irritable. His excuse is starting to wear thin.
Pushing the dress off, it falls to my feet, and I step out of it. His eyes track down the rest of my body, and I walk toward him, pushing him to sit back down in his chair. He follows without hesitation, and I climb into his lap, straddling him. His hands come up and grab my hips, squeezing the fleshin a tight grip.
I grab his face in my hands, tilting it to look up at me. “You’re going to fuck me, and then you’re going to release me from the contract,” I whisper against his lips, but refrain from kissing him. We can’t move forward without him trusting me with his heart and trusting me to stay.
I move to kiss along his jaw as I rock against his erection, pushing my heated core closer.
His fingers tighten. “Is that so?” His voice is low and coarse.
I know he won’t, but he has to know this is the line I’m going to draw. I don’t answer as I suck on his neck underneath his ear and skim my hands down his stomach to his pants, undoing them. He grunts and one of his hands slides up my back to unclasp my bra. He pulls my hand out of his pants before I can grab onto what I want, takes off my bra, drops it to the floor, and cups both of my breasts in his palms. I arch into him, gripping onto his wrists as one of his hands comes up to wrap around my neck and tilt my head back, pushing my chest closer to him as he sucks a taut nipple into his mouth.
I cry out at the strong pull and rock against him again. “Please,” I whimper. I need to feel him inside me.
Sebastian stops with a pop of his lips and he forces me to look back at him. His arm wraps around my lower back, his hand gripping one ass cheek, and hestarts to stand. I scramble to lock my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he carries us to the couch on the other side of his office.
He lowers us onto it, fitting himself between my legs, his hand propped up near my head and the other still on my neck. Sebastian stares down at me as I try to arch my hips to rub against him.
