Page 76 of Blackmail
“What exactly do you need me to understand?” Right now I can barely think, let alone form a sentence.
He pulls my hair back roughly, exposing my throat. “Who do you belong to?”
Chapter
Twenty-Six
SEBASTIAN
I didn’t exactly plan this.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m dragging my teeth across his throat. I won’t bite him, not here, but you can bet your ass I want to. I don’t care that Tony’s out there in the dining room. I don’t care about anyone else.
When I spotted Simon after leaving him with his brother earlier today and not knowing when I’d see him again, I swear it felt like a second chance—one I couldn’t allow to pass me by.
“Since when am I yours, you arrogant piece of shit?”
I can only chuckle at Simon’s words. He’s trying to sound defiant right now, but his cock is rock hard against my leg and every syllable out of his mouth oozes desire.
“Hmm.” I pull off his bow tie and start in on his shirt buttons. Careful not to rip anything this time, I slide the fabric far enough apart to sink my teeth into his chest. Just enough to know he’ll have a reminder of me later.
“Since we met, I’ve had this overwhelming need to mark you as mine. I can’t touch you without wanting to let the entire world know I was there. I’ve never felt that way about anyone.”
Whether he realizes it or not, I’ve handed Simon the keys to the fucking kingdom. I should hate that I’m showing him my belly. He’s got my leash. Everything I am belongs to him.
I’m tired of pretending otherwise.
To illustrate my point, I tighten my grip with my left hand, which is currently wrapped around his upper arm. It’s hard enough to know that later, there will be a bruise there too.
“I’ve never wanted anybody to touch me the way I’ve let you touch me,” Simon confesses. “My first boyfriend—or sort of boyfriend, anyway—was the pastor’s son on the farm where I was raised. Elijah liked hurting me, and I let him because I thought he loved me, but I didn’t feel the way I feel with you.”
It sounds as if this confession is painful for him. But it’s music to my ears. We’ve both cut ourselves open. It’s a blood pact now.
I spin him around and press his chest against the wall. The position reminds me very much of the first night we spent together. I’m dying to sink inside him, but I didn’t come prepared, and I’m not convinced we have the time.
Someone’s going to come looking for one of us. Sooner, if not later. I find I’m less concerned about what people might think if they catch me in here with my pants down than I would have been in the past. More, I’m concerned for Simon. I may hate the idea of him with another man, but I won’t sabotage him or risk getting him arrested.
“What the fuck are you doing, Sebastian?” he hisses.
“I think I knew you were mine the moment I met you, with your pickpocketing, snarky attitude, and how you looked at me when I dug my fingers into your skin. From that first time we kissed, I couldn’t think of anything other than owning you. Ruining you.”
“You’re not allowed to ruin me tonight.” He gasps when I reach down to undo his pants. “It’s a black-tie event and I’m supposed to be fucking working.”
“I know. As much as I’d like to, I won’t cover you in marks. Not tonight. I’m just going to leave a little something. Enough so you’ll remember me later. Enough to remind you who you belong to. So anyone else you’re with will feel disappointing and flat in comparison.”
“That was already true.”
My chest swells at his admission. And again when he moans, “Oh, God, please.” When I pull his cock out.
“You can call me Sebastian,” I murmur in his ear. “You don’t have to call me God.”
“Fucking ass—ho—oh. Shit. Yes, fuck yes, Sebastian. Harder.”
I press my lips to his neck as I jerk him hard and fast as requested, reveling in the adrenaline of our semipublic location and the feel of him in my hands, his harsh pants and the whisper of my name on his breath.
The scent of him fills the small room. Of us, together. Of clean sweat and Simon’s bodywash, which for once doesn’t smell like mine. I’ll forgive him just this once.
“You feel so good in my hands,” I whisper against his ear. “I didn’t know I could feel this good. You showed me, Simon. You. I’m not letting you go. I thought I could, but I can’t. I won’t.”
