Page 9 of Corrupted Memories
“Tell me to stop again,” he commands, softly kissing the juncture between my neck and shoulder. It’s a test, and the denial is on my lips but it doesn’t fall as I shake in anticipation.
He presses my gathered dress into my hand smashed against my stomach, and I hold onto it mindlessly. This is how it always is between us, he commands and I listen. It feels almost freeing to fall into old habits.
He doesn’t wait for another response as he dips into my underwear. The first swipe of his fingers across my dripping slit has us both groaning.
“So wet,” he mutters. “Tell me it’s only for me.”
I don’t say anything as he runs a finger through my wetness, dragging it to my clit and circling slowly. The sound of him playing with my messy pussy is barely audible over my escalating pants.
I should try harder to stop this, but I don’t want to. I want to remember how it feels when I’m full of him. My butt wiggles into him before I can think of my action, but he understands what I’m asking for.He obliges, pushing a finger into me, and I close my eyes, shuddering.
Sebastian always knew what to do with my body, but the reminder of that truth feels like a slap as my orgasm starts to build already. He chuckles when he feels me tighten around him, adding a second finger inside me. I can’t catch my breath as he continues, curling his fingers to reachthat spotwith my legs trembling as I try to stay standing.
“Give it to me.” He groans, thrusting his hard cock against me in time with his fingers. “It’smine.”
The last word sends me over the edge as I come with a loud moan. Sebastian pulls out of my panties quickly, moving my shaking legs together as he straightens my dress before turning me to face him. I don’t remember the last time I came that hard. The evidence of what he did glistens on his fingers, and I watch as he brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply before sucking them into his mouth with a moan. My fluttering core clenches harder.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember.” He smirks as he pulls his fingers from his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine before they darken. “Next time?—”
“There won’t be,” I say, interrupting him. My heart is still beating like crazy from my release and being in his presence. “This was a mistake. I should have never allowed this to happen.” I pull my shouldersback and tilt my chin up. “I left you for a reason. And now, I’m with Jeremy. I love him.”
Sebastian’s eyes turn cold at the name, and his jaw tics. “I give you a week before you come begging me to fuck that pussy. There’s no way that prick knows what you like.”
Anger washes through me, and I scoff, desperately trying to cling to my dwindling courage. “You don’t know what I like anymore. And why would I beg for anything? Do you not remember how I left you?Patheticallytied to my bed. How long before someone came to your rescue?”
Sebastian grabs my throat, pulling me into him again. “Watch how you speak to me,Gianna. I might have desired to taste you, but I do not forgive you.”
Ignoring the butterflies from Sebastian saying a name I never gave him, I bring my knee up, missing his dick but hitting the side of his leg hard enough for him to let go, and I push away. I know he let me go on purpose, but I don’t miss the brief flash of surprise on his face. Putting more space between us, I center my breathing before addressing him again.
“I don’t want your forgiveness. Do you think I care about you? I haven’t thought about you at all,” I lie, quickly moving closer to the door and double-checking my appearance. “Leave me alone, Sebastian. Don’t make me involve my brother.”
“You think I’m afraid of your brother? He’s been two steps behind for a while. There’s nowhere you can hide from me now,” he calls out as I open the door and check the hallway is clear before leaving him there without a backward glance. I don’t have the chance to think over what his parting words could mean.
I lock eyes with Jeremy from across the room, and he raises an extra flute of champagne in his hand. Guilt makes my movement slow and sluggish, weighing me down the closer I get to him. I want to head the opposite direction, away from everyone.
As soon as Jeremy faces his bosses again, I decide to do just that, hurrying out of the room. I don’t look back, not caring if Sebastian notices my exit because I’m strides ahead of him. If I look back, I might stop and wonder if this is a bad idea. I might stop and wonder if Jeremy thinks I’m abandoning him under the false pretense of social anxiety. He wouldn’t blame me, and that makes it worse. He’s too nice and forgiving and I don’t deserve it.
I try to calm my breathing as I make it to the elevator, and I’m thankful to see it empty as I hurry inside, close the door, and head to the lobby. It gives me time to try to think past the initial panic of what happened in that bathroom and center myself, to focus on what my brother taught me.
My hands are shaking as I pull my phone out and nearly cry when I see it’s dead. Usually, I’d have a back-up power bank, but I opted not to bring it this evening because of how small the purse is. Now, of course, the universe wants me to learn that lesson. I shove the phone back in and rub my thumb over the bracelet, debating if I want to press the button built into the clasp. Matt said to only ever do it in emergencies, and technically, it’s not… yet. Dropping my hand, I blow out a breath and steady my shoulders. I can do this.
When the door opens to the lobby, I hurry through to get to the street, determined to get on a subway or a taxi on another block. I’m thankful the swarm of cameras had been at a separate entrance, and not the main one. It will give me extra time before Sebastian ultimately comes to find me, if he isn’t already making his way to me.
“Gianna?”
A hand grabs my elbow and I gasp, turning and aiming a curled fist for their throat.
Nico’s brown eyes widen as he lets go of me and cups his neck, gurgling as he tries to breathe. I hesitate for a second, stunned to see someone I once considered a friend. He looks the same, but so different. In college, he kept his long dark hair tied up at his neck, but now he’s chopped it all into a fade cut. He’s gained muscle all over, no longer thelean man I remember. I slip my heels off and leave them to run out to the dirty sidewalk. He’d been there to prevent me from leaving; there’s no other reason he would have been waiting. If Sebastian doesn’t already know I’m gone, he will soon.
I pull my dress up, taking longer strides as I run in the general direction I think a station is. People throw me judgmental looks as I run past them, but I’m sure it’s nothing they haven’t seen before, and some start to move out of my way. My lungs struggle to take in air as I push as fast as I can, cursing the tight fabric I draped over my body.
Stabbing pains shoot through my sides as I round another building and pause, glancing around to take in my surroundings.
“Hey lady! You good?”
I face a younger man, watching me with skepticism before tucking his beanie tighter on his head and shoving his hands in his jacket.
Gulping in air, I nod slowly. “Closest train stop?”
