Page 32 of Your Soul Is Ours

He stops and looks over the room. “Nah, I’ve done everything I need to do. You can turn off the lights and lock up.” I do as he says and walk out behind him. Her body falls like my uncle, but doesn’t make a thud.

Exhilaration runs through me, warmth crawls through my body and I wonder what is seriously wrong with me that I’m so turned on. Or does taking back your power fill you with lust?Sebastian hands me a shovel and we work together to fill the hole. I watch more than I sling dirt. His muscles move under his tattooed skin, glistening with sweat, and I want him so badly. Yep, something is definitely wrong with me.

“If you quit eye fucking me, we can fill the hole quicker and get to actual fucking.” His voice pulls me from my thoughts. A wicked smile creeps over his face and I bite the inside of my lip to stop from laughing. Once we are done, he pats the top with the shovel, grabbing the second shovel from me. He leans them behind the shed and gets the metal bucket, and I walk with him as he feeds the rest of the plants.

“Where did you learn about the blood?”

“It was sorta an accident. One of my first kills. I had a bucket near the table and didn’t know what to do with the blood that was in it. I threw it out in the yard and then, over the next few weeks, the plants grew so much bigger and better. After that, I had to scour through several auctions but was able to get a table like they use for autopsies. Over the years, I’ve gained more things.” He fills the bucket with water, swishing it out as he grabs the hose and I follow as he waters the yard. Every few minutes he pretends to spray me, and I giggle.

“Stop. I can’t wait to go up to the bath. I feel dirty.”

His eyes full of lust and mischief meet mine, and he points the hose at me, drenching me from head to toe in water. I try to tackle him, but I’m no match for his strength. He turns off the hose and prowls towards me. As he throws the hose to the side, his hand reaches my hair and grips the strands in his fist, bringing my lips to his. In slow motion, we tumble to the ground. He lets go of my hair and leans back on his heels.

“Do you feel refreshed or still dirty?” he asks.

I look up at the sky. The stars twinkle and, as I glance back at him, he crawls towards me on his fists and knees. The moonlight makes him look more menacing than he is. His look turns feralas he reaches my body, shredding the shirt from my body and undoing my jeans before ripping them off.

I lay in the yard, wet grass and mud beneath me. “Still dirty.”

He reaches behind his head and pulls his own shirt off. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a pocket knife and flips it open. I watch him through a haze of lust. I hear fabric tearing as he cuts the centre section of my bra and removes the straps. His lips find mine as he rolls my hardened nipples between his fingers, igniting a fire within me. With a sudden halt, he breaks the kiss and rises, straddling my body. As he tilts his head and looks down at me, he runs the blade from my ear to my chin, tracing my skin with the knife without breaking eye contact.

“You are so fucking hot. I don’t deserve you for one minute, but I’m going to enjoy every second of you.” His voice is rough.

Sebastian's hand rests on my throat as he angles my head up so I can’t watch as he runs the metal over my chest, running it over the flesh, and as he reaches the nipple, I gasp.

Heat pools to my lower half and my entire body is on edge, waiting for him to make a move of some sort. Between his lips, tongue, and the knife’s edge I’m trembling under him, on the verge of begging him to let me come. His laughter fills my ears and he pulls his hand away from my throat, moving it down and sliding my panties over.

“You smell fucking amazing. I could devour you and I’d never regret it. My little dove, so turned on…your wetness is all I can feel.”

He uses the knife to cut off the red panties. It’s all I can do to not arch towards him, seeking pressure of any kind. His fingers roughly hold open my thighs. The bite of pain from them rolls through me, then his mouth is against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he bites me, gently at first, then harder.

“Ah, fuck. Please let me come. I need you,” I beg. Pleasure courses through me, and I’m just shy of being able to fall over theedge. His flattened tongue runs over my slit, tasting my wetness and pulling me further into a frenzy.

Sebastian lets me go and stands, putting the knife away. He peels off his pants and flips me over onto my stomach as he crawls over me. His hands raise my hips and he slides his length into me, inch by inch. I feel everything, pressing my legs together to make everything tighter. I arch my hips and he is deeper than I ever thought possible. Sebastians warm body is pressed against my back, drenching me with sweat. Sebastian fucks into me hard, with each thrust, I’m so close to the edge. His hand fisted in my hair, he raises my head. His breath is on my neck as his tongue runs over the edge of my ear.

“Just like that. So fucking good,” he growls, and I come all over his cock. His other hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes as he continues to slide into me, his cock stretching me as he gets closer to climax.

The edge of my vision clouds with black dots. Fear mixes with pleasure and, as I look at the yard ahead of us, everything combined is too much and I cry out in orgasm. He growls as he fills me, it’s fucking divine.

“I love you, Marla. You are my person, everything I could have ever asked for, the only human in the world to ever understand me, you accept all of me, your body perfectly made for mine.” His words fill my eyes with tears, his hands leave me, and he picks up our clothes before lifting me over his shoulder and walking into the house.

I’m in a daze as he walks up the stairs. He fills the bathtub and puts me in it.

All I can say is, “I love you, Sebastian. I could never have imagined I’d find someone like you.” The night has caught up with me and I can’t focus as much as I would like.

“I know my dove.” He washes my hair, rinsing out the bubbles and dirt, pulling sticks from the strands. The water gently rocksas he eases himself in behind me and his hands run a cloth over my body. Afterward, he just wraps his arms around me. Him taking care of me is exactly what I love.

Twenty-One

Sebastian

It’s been a week since we killed her aunt and uncle and she seems to be better. I haven’t brought her back to her apartment, I think she is finally comfortable here. We shouldprobably talk about it, but if she wants to keep both places, I don’t really give a shit.

I dropped her off at the centre this morning. I keep trying to get her there earlier, but it doesn’t seem to make a lick of difference. Being early or on time doesn't get you noticed. We’ve talked about how it’s utter bullshit. I think the numbers start high, as I’ve never seen or heard about anyone getting a low number. The system is set up to fail, no one is actually getting help. Before we fell asleep last night, I asked her if she still wanted that water fountain, but apparently, with the newfound knowledge of the bodies, she doesn’t think it needs it.

There are a few things I need to do before I can go pick her up. As I pull into the driveway of the supplier’s house, I’m surprised by the gates and the tree-lined laneway. I shouldn’t be because he’s a stark contrast to Clyde, but I didn’t seem to realize how loaded he really was. Two guards stand in front of the matched metal front doors. Parking my car, I get out and walk up the steps.

“Hey, I have an appointment with Mr. Sharp. I’m Sebastian.”

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