Chapter 48 Chapter 48
Lily
The past few days have felt like a breath of calm. Ever since Sebastian returned, there’s been a rhythm to our evenings—he comes home by seven, and we have dinner by eight. Sometimes Jane cooks for us, but other nights, it’s just me in the kitchen, music playing low, laughter echoing between the walls. It’s simple, domestic… but with him, even that feels rare and precious.
Tonight, though, is different.
We’re expected at a party at the Godfather’s mansion, and Sebastian told me to be ready by eight sharp. So I took my time, wanting everything to be just right. I slip into a long, dark red dress that clings to my body like second skin. There’s a high slit up the side that reveals just enough, and the neckline dips low, showing off my cleavage in a way that feels daring—but beautiful.
I curl my hair loosely, the soft waves falling around my shoulders. My heels match the dress—deep red, elegant, sharp. On my lids, I sweep a rich red-toned shadow that makes my eyes look darker, more magnetic. A touch of gloss on my lips, gold hoops, and a spritz of perfume behind my ears. I feel bold. Feminine. Powerful.
The bedroom door creaks open, and Sebastian steps in, leaning against the doorframe with that signature smirk. His eyes sweep over me.
He whistles. “You look so sexy.”
I beam at him, my heart fluttering. He looks tired—there’s a subtle weariness in his eyes—but he’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.
“Thanks, husband,” I say playfully.
“I want to rip that dress off you,” he growls lowly, his eyes lingering on the slit, on the curve of my chest.
I roll my eyes with a smile. “Shhh. Go take a shower, otherwise we’ll be late.”
He chuckles and disappears into the bathroom. The sound of running water soon fills the room.
I slip away downstairs and pour myself a glass of wine. I take a few slow sips while reading a book on the couch, legs crossed, music playing softly. My mind drifts—thinking about the night ahead, and the fact that in just one week, we’ll be leaving for our honeymoon. Mauritius. An island escape, just the two of us, white sand beaches and quiet sunsets. It feels like a dream waiting on the edge of reality.
Sebastian’s footsteps echo down the stairs, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up—and forget how to breathe.
He’s dressed in a tailored black suit, shirt unbuttoned just enough, a watch gleaming at his wrist. His beard is freshly trimmed, neat and perfect, framing that jawline I know so well. He looks like a king.
“You look…” My lips part, eyes scanning him slowly. “God, you look good.”
He walks up to me, stopping just close enough for his thumb to graze my lips.
“What, baby?” he asks, voice like silk.
I swallow, whispering, “You look so good.”
His eyes flash with something darker, something intense. He kneels in front of me, slow and deliberate, his hand slipping under my dress, fingertips trailing up my thigh.
He kneels between my legs, eyes locked on mine as his hands slide up my thighs. My breath catches when he moves my panties aside, his fingers teasing against my heat.
“Already this wet for me?” he murmurs with a wicked smile.
Before I can answer, he slides one finger in—slow and deliberate—watching my reaction. A soft gasp escapes my lips. Then another finger, his pace quickening, each movement hitting deeper, making me tremble.
My back arches against the couch, hands clutching at the cushions as waves of pleasure roll through me. It’s overwhelming. My voice is breathless, pleading.
“Sebastian… please…”
He leans in closer, his lips brushing my thigh. “Tell me to stop,” he dares.
“Please… stop.” My voice is barely above a whisper, trembling with overwhelmed desire and the rush of sensation. I sob softly, chest heaving, and Sebastian freezes.
In an instant, the hunger in his eyes softens. He gently withdraws his hand and adjusts my panties back into place with care, as if wrapping something fragile. No mockery, no resistance—just quiet understanding.
He rises slowly and helps me to my feet, his hands steadying me. My legs feel unsteady, trembling from everything he just made me feel.
“You okay?” he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I nod, still catching my breath, eyes locked on his. He kisses my forehead with a tenderness that steals the air from my lungs.
“We’ve got a party to attend,” he says, his voice low, almost reverent.
I nod again, trying to steady myself, still flushed and dazed. And without another word, he takes my hand, fingers interlacing with mine, and leads me to the car—like nothing else in the world matters.
The ride to the godfather’s mansion is quiet, the kind of stillness that feels intimate rather than empty. The city lights flicker outside the window, casting soft glows across the leather seats. I lean my head on Sebastian’s shoulder as he drives, the steady rhythm of the engine and his presence calming me.
His hand leaves the gear and finds mine, fingers lacing together as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “You okay, baby?” he asks gently, his voice low and concerned, his eyes briefly glancing toward me before returning to the road.
“I’m fine,” I whisper, though my heart still beats a little fast. I kiss his shoulder softly, grounding myself in him. In his scent. In the warmth of his body.
He squeezes my hand, bringing it to his lips for a brief kiss.
Ahead, the iron gates of the godfather’s mansion loom, opening slowly as the guards recognize the car. Warm golden lights spill from the windows of the estate, laughter and music already drifting through the air.
“Ready?” Sebastian asks as he parks, his thumb brushing over the top of my hand.
I nod. “With you? Always.” I beam.
He opens the door and walks around to my side. As I step out, the night air wraps around me, and Sebastian—tall, confident, devastating in his black suit—takes my hand and leads me inside.