Page 8 of Dollhouse

"Right now, I'm only hungry for you." Sebastian picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder with a devilish grin, like I weighed nothing. In an instant, we are back inside of our hotel suite.

Sebastian lay me down on the bed and worships my body as he did years ago. He makes love to me, and for a night, I allow myself to forget about the devil hidden underneath those beautiful blue eyes.

* * *

Our weekend is spent tangledin the sheets and consumed with each other. We never make it to the restaurant we came here to try, the spa appointment he booked for us, or any other activities he planned. We drink wine, order room service, and explore each other's bodies fully. Sebastian behaved like a lover, not once raising his hand at me.

I am not foolish enough to forgive all the damage he's caused and all the shit he's put me through, or believe that he could ever change. But for a moment, for just a single moment, I want to forget and allow myself to have a good time before everything changes. I'm not overlooking his abuse, but for once, I deserve to have a good day. His kindness will not last; I know that. But temporarily, I'm going to be worshipped, and pretend that my husband loves me and that I love him.

After all, I’m great at pretending.

* * *

The weekend is indeed perfect.The perfect ending to our twisted love story. It's only a matter of time until our spell is broken and we're back to reality. I'm just waiting until we get home before I break our spell.

The weekend isn’t about him or forgetting the shit he’s done to me. It was about me, and me wanting to have one good moment before we’re over. For once, I’ll be selfish.

* * *

We spendthe two-hour drive home laughing and sharing memories from our dating life, and discussing plans for our fifth wedding anniversary that is coming up in three months. It’s humorous really. I’m planning a trip I know I won’t be there to attend with this monster.

"Let's go to Bora Bora for two weeks," he suggests, intertwining our fingers and stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. I look over at him, expecting him to tell me he’s joking or he’s too busy, but all I see is a genuine smile that has lit up his eyes.

"I'd love that. Are you sure you can take time off of work?"Lie. I wouldn’t like that. And I wouldn’t be around much longer.

"Anything for you, my love." His eyes turn back to the rode, and we finish our drive in perfect peace. I don't know what’s happening to him, but whatever it is, I am not complaining. We had a perfect weekend together.

When we arrive home, Seb takes my hand and helps me out of the car. He picks me up bridal style and carries me into the house while we both erupt in a fit of laughter. He doesn’t get our luggage right away, instead, he carries me straight to our bedroom and tosses me on the bed, making love to me until I see stars.

It's after midnight now and we're laying on the floor in the living room in front of the fireplace. Tomorrow is Monday, but neither of us has made any attempt to move or get back to bed. He has work tomorrow, yet we're lying here, drunk on each other and sharing endless laughs and stealing glances. It's perfect.

I'm relishing in the warmth of being wrapped in Sebastian's arms. The arms I once found comfort in but haven't in a long time. I want to soak up this feeling for as long as possible and enjoy our bliss before the inevitable happens. "Sebastian…" I start, running lazy circles over his forearms.

"Hmm?" He kisses my temple, his lips trailing down to my jawline and brushing against my exposed shoulder.

With a deep breath, I give myself encouragement to ruin our moment.

"I want you to stop sleeping with Sara," I blurt out and hold my breath, not knowing how he will react. We'd never talked about his affair, and I don't think he's even aware that I know, but I've turned a blind eye to it long enough. Am I a total idiot for bringing it up now of all times when we're getting along? Abso-fucking-lutely.

His body stills underneath me, his breathing slow and steady. He doesn’t deny it; his fingertips continue stroking over my bare skin. "How did you know?" he pries. I pull away from his grip, covering myself with the blanket, and turn to face him.

"I've known for a while. You weren't very discreet about it, and I've seen you two together." Assessing me silently, his eyes never leave mine. "Do you love her?"

"That's enough, Lee," he speaks through clenched teeth, and I know I’m provoking an angry bull, but I can’t stop. Not until I get the outcome I am hoping for.

"No, I want to know. Do you love her?"

"It's just sex." I feel nothing hearing him admit his affair to my face. I've had enough time to deal, and now I feel nothing. No anger or resentment toward Seb or his mistress.

"Why? You get sex from me anytime you want. With or without my consent," I snap, crossing my arms over my chest. A loud, unpleasant snicker leaves his mouth. The bastard fucking laughs in my face.

"You are my wife. Do you think I need your permission to fuck what belongs to me?" He cups my bare pussy that’s still wet from his cum.

"It's rape. All those times you fucked me until I bled, and I begged you to stop, all those times you shoved objects inside me, it's fucking rape!" That does the trick. Seb’s like a rubber band that I keep pulling on, and soon he’ll break and snap at me.

"Watch your fucking mouth," he growls. "Don't forget who the fuck you're talking to." I open my mouth to argue, but my words are cut off by him grabbing my jaw in a vise grip and bringing me nose to nose with him. "Is this what you want to talk about right now? The fact I like to fuck Sara? Do you want to hear all the things that she likes?" He grips my jaw tighter, and I know I'll have a bruise. "She gets so fucking wet when I kiss her neck. She's a little loose, her pussy isn't nearly as tight as yours is, and she's not as sweet as you. But she has a warm body and gets me off. Don't worry, I use condoms. My cum is only meant for you." He shoves me away, looking at me in complete disgust.

Yes. He’s angry and giving me exactly what I want. "How would you like it if I had an affair? If I let someone else kiss my neck and let them fuck my tight pussy that you love so much? Taste how sweet I am and feel how wet I can get?"

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