Page 56 of Silver Tears

I yank my hand free and storm outside into the cool, dark night. I yelp out loud when I’m lifted off my feet and thrown over his shoulder.

“Always so damn disobedient,” he mutters as he strides to his car. I beat my fists on his back and demand he puts me down. He, of course, ignores me completely. Seb unlocks his car and flings the passenger door open. He, none too gently, throws me into the empty seat. He locks the car as he walks around the bonnet, stopping me from escaping, and I flash my teeth at him when he climbs inside. I’m being a child, but I grab for his keys and pocket them down my top.

He rolls his eyes, as if he’s dealing with a petulant child. “Give me the keys, Mills.”

“Nope,” I sing, enjoying the fact that I’m pissing him off.

He smirks at me. “It’s almost as if you want me to touch your tits.”

“I do not!” I hiss in defence. Maybe putting them down my top wasn’t my best move, but I was acting without thinking.

“I’m going to count to five, precious, and if those keys aren’t in my palm by the time I get to five, I’m diving in. One.” He holds a solitary finger up. “Two.”

I should just give him the keys. This is childish, but the stubborn girl in me doesn’t want to back down and let him win.

“Five.”

I blink. He’s at five already? “Seb, wait!”

Too late. He pounces like a lion as it hunts its prey. Before I know it, his hand is under my top. I can’t help the sharp intake of breath as his fingers touch the bottom of my breasts. I’m squirming, attempting to get him off me. Am I trying hard? If I’m honest, not really, but it’s not like I want him to touch me. Ugh, no, definitely not. He finds his keys nestled between my breast and with a smile of satisfaction he lifts them out and dangles them in the air.

“I’m the master of games, Mills. You’ll never beat me at my own game.” He still hasn’t moved away. His tempting lips are a breath away from mine. I can feel his breath on my cheek. I still when his hand snakes back under my top. He strokes my left breast through my bra and my breathing becomes unsteady. His fingers find my nipple and he circles it with his fingers before gently pinching it, sending a pulse of need through my body. I squirm in my seat, but I don’t push him away. His lips find mine and before I know it, I’m lifted out of my seat and onto his lap. Seb pulls his lips away from mine and I whimper at the loss, my eyes half-shut, lost to the moment. He lifts my top and pulls the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts. He looks at me with a look of pure and utter lust before his mouth is on my skin. I moan out loud. Why does he make me feel so good? When I’m with him like this, all my problems melt away. There’s no pressure to please anyone or pretend. I can just feel and let go. While he’s teasing my nipple with his mouth, his hand snakes down my body. He pops the button on the front of my black work skirt and his hand ventures lower.

“Jesus, Mills. You’re soaked for me,” he groans, his voice thick with need.

“It’s not for you,” I argue breathlessly.

He looks up from my pert nipple, his mouth still wrapped around it, and gives me a knowing smile. “Oh, who are you wet for then, precious?” The devil asks me this as he pushes a finger inside me.

“Fuck!” My eyes roll back in my head. His touch is too much. The feel of him inside of me is too good. “Jasper. I’m hot for Jasper.”

He growls against my nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. “We both know that’s a lie. If it were true, I’d have to hurt him. You’re mine, Mills. Mine and no one else’s.”

“I belong to no one. Oh, God,” I exclaim when he adds another finger and circles my clit with his thumb.

He chuckles against my skin. “Let’s see whose name you're moaning when I make you come, shall we, precious?”

I moan in half protest, half encouragement. My mind is screaming at me to stop being stupid. Seb Collings is a professional player. I’m just another point on his scorecard. My horny libido, however, is having none of it. Drowning out the rational voice in my head and wanting Seb Collings to ruin me for any other guy.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper, my hands grasping at the back of the headrest, as my hips ride his fingers, desperate to find my release. “Fuck, oh yes, Seb. So good.”

I feel his smug smile against my breast as he tips me over the edge and into blissful oblivion.

“You can say what you like, Milly Silver, but we both know you want me.”

His words are like a cold bucket of water over my head. “Get off me!” I spit, pushing at his chest. “I am not another one of your playthings, Sebastian Collings.”

He laughs at me, making me even more angry. “Mills, Mills. You’re my girlfriend, not my plaything.”

“Fake girlfriend!” I bite back. “Fake, remember? You blackmailed me into this.”

He shrugs his shoulders casually. “Seems like you’re enjoying it just fine to me.”

“You’re a first-class arsehole, you know that? Do you ever take anything serious in your life?”

He rolls his eyes at me as he deposits me easily back in my seat and starts the engine. “Oh, and by the way, Friday night, we’re going to a house party.”

I angrily pull at my seatbelt when it jams. “I’m busy Friday.”

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