Chapter 16 Chapter 16
Lily
He leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. His fingers trail gently over my bare skin—slow and careful, as though memorizing every inch of me. There’s no rush in his touch, only warmth and quiet reverence, as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away if he presses too hard.
“Lay on the bed,” he says, his voice like velvet—calm, commanding, impossible to ignore.
I nod wordlessly and do as he says, easing myself down onto the soft, luxurious sheets. The fabric feels cool against my skin, but my body is warm—burning with anticipation.
Sebastian begins to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time, and for the first time, I truly see him.
The shirt slides off his shoulders, revealing his body—each inch inked with intricate tattoos that stretch over his broad chest and ripple with the rise and fall of his breath. His muscles are sculpted, his abs defined, and his arms powerful. Sebastian is a Greek god. He tosses the shirt aside, his dark eyes locked on mine as he slowly moves toward the bed. My breath hitches.
“You’re staring,” he murmurs with a smirk.
“How could I not?” I whisper, unable to look away.
He hovers above me now, one arm resting beside my head, the other brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. His presence is magnetic, drawing me in until the world outside this room no longer exists.
And just before he leans in, he murmurs against my skin, “You're mine.”
He starts fingering my pussy and kissing me at the same time. He makes me moan loud. I am breathless. He unfastens his pants slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, a quiet tension crackling in the air. He slides off his underwear with deliberate ease. I gaze down with my heart hammering against my chest. His dick is huge.
"He brushes a gentle kiss against my lips and whispers, 'Only if you want this, tell me now.”
He gently takes my hand, guiding it to his cock. It feels firm and heavy in my small palm—almost too big to grasp fully. I can’t help but wonder how it will feel, deep inside me.
He leans in close, his voice low and commanding.
“Open your mouth.”
I hesitate for a moment, then slowly part my lips, meeting his intense gaze.
“Suck me, angel.” He orders and I obey.
I take him into my mouth, realizing just how big he is—too much for me to fully handle.
I give a small nod, my voice barely a whisper. “I want you, Sebastian. All of you.”
He spreads my legs and rubs his dick on my entrance. I wrap my hands gently around his arms resting beside me. He slowly thrust his dick inside of my pussy. A sudden sharp pain shoots through me from deep inside, catching me off guard.I moan loudly, the sound escaping me involuntarily as the intensity overwhelms through me. He pulls out slowly, and his eyes gazes at me as he notices his shaft covered in blood.
“You’re no longer a virgin,” he murmurs possessively, his voice low and commanding. “You’re mine now.”
He thrusts again, this time harder and rougher, his movements fierce and demanding.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, my nails digging into his skin with every powerful thrust. Waves of pain and pleasure mix as I moan, caught between the sharp edge of both sensations.
“Are you okay?” Sebastian asks, his voice laced with genuine concern.
I manage a faint breath, “Yes… but it still hurts.”
He hesitates for a moment before asking softly, “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head, voice steady despite the ache, “No. Keep going.”
I feel the full weight of him inside me, overwhelming and intense. Tears slip down my cheeks as I whisper through trembling breaths, “Sebastian…”
“What’s wrong, angel?” he pauses, easing his movements but staying fully inside me. His eyes search mine with gentle concern.
“You’re too big,” I murmur softly, a small smile tugging at my lips.He resumes his slow, steady rhythm, sliding in and out.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, angel,” he chuckles lowly, his breath warm against my skin.He quickens his pace, every thrust deeper and more urgent, until he finally releases inside me.
I cry out loud, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure crashing through my body. Sebastian pulls me into a deep, lingering kiss before shifting beside me on the bed. He stretches out his arms, inviting me to rest against him, and I lay my head gently on his chest.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, his voice full of concern.
“I’m fine,” I whisper back, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath me.
I turn to look at him, my gaze searching his face for any hint of truth—wondering if what he said about Giana was real, or just another well-rehearsed lie. There’s something in Sebastian that never settles, something just beneath the surface that keeps shifting like a shadow in candlelight.
One thing about this marriage is painfully clear: I don’t love him. Not truly. I didn’t walk into this union with a heart full of choice or hope—I was cornered, pushed into it when there was no way out. Forced by circumstances, by danger, by his name.
Yes, Sebastian cares now. He looks at me like I matter. He protects me like I belong to him. But I can’t forget how it began—how he stripped me of dignity the very first day I started at his company. Ruthless. Cold. Powerful. That man still lingers in him.
And no matter how kind he is now, how soft his voice gets when he whispers my name, I feel it in my bones: Sebastian is hiding something. Something big. Something that could unravel everything if I dared to uncover it.
And until then, I’m trapped between what he shows me... and what I know he’s not saying.