Chapter 50 Chapter 50
Lily
Sebastian drives at full speed, the tension radiating off him making it clear just how angry he is. We finally reach the penthouse, and I quickly step out of the car, feeling his presence right behind me.
Inside, we head upstairs in silence. The moment we enter, he storms straight into the bedroom. I slip off my heels and follow him, my pulse quickening.
I stop at the doorway, watching as he yanks open a drawer, pulls out a large knife, and stabs it into the mattress with a force that makes me flinch.
“Sit on it,” he commands, and my lips part in stunned disbelief.
“Sebastian! This is dangerous!” I shout, my voice trembling.
“I said, sit on it, Lily.” His piercing gaze pins me in place, leaving no room for defiance.
He closes the distance between us, slowly rolling up his sleeves with deliberate calm. My breath catches as he gathers the fabric of my long dress, lifting it with unhurried precision. In one swift motion, he slides my panties down, leaving me trembling. Without a word, he guides me toward the bed and presses me down onto the knife’s handle, making me sit.
He looks down and adjust the handle so that it enters inside of me. A moan escapes my lips as I sink down onto him, my eyes fluttering shut from the sudden rush of sensation. My hand clutches Sebastian’s arm for balance, desperate. His hands clamp down on my waist, strong and unyielding, guiding me, forcing me to move against it. He is kneeling in front of me.
“Eyes on me,” he orders coldly.
I try, but my lashes are heavy, my body tense. Whatever is inside me makes my whole body feel strange—an unfamiliar mix of discomfort and pressure that has me squirming in his grip.
“Was it fun, talking and laughing with Dante?” His voice drips with jealousy as his finger slides deliberately to my clit. He makes me gasp.
“Sebastian, please—he’s your brother, for God’s sake. Stop being jealous,” I plead, my voice trembling as he continues to guide my hips with relentless insistence.
“He is my brother—that’s the fucking problem, Lily.” His hand grinds roughly against my clit, his voice low and fierce.
“But…we were just talking.” I say with a moan escaping my lips.
He stands and unbuckles his pants, his cock already hard in front of me. Firmly, he parts my lips.
“Suck me, baby,” he growls, grabbing my hair and guiding me.
I open my mouth and take him in, his length pressing deep. He pushes my head down and pulls it back up in a relentless rhythm. My pussy aches, stretched and full, and yet the pressure drives me wild. Pain and pleasure collide, making me whimper uncontrollably. He pushes me up and down the knife’s handle at the same time.
“This is what happens when you make me jealous,” he growls, his voice dark as I suck him, pulling me closer with his grip.
“Is your pussy okay down there?” he asks, his voice low and teasing.
I gag around him, finally pulling back. “It hurts, Sebastian,” I whisper, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
“Good… it should hurt, baby,” he chuckles darkly, pressing himself back into my mouth without warning.
I continue sucking him as my hips moves around the knife’s handle. He then withdraw his dick from my mouth and makes me stand up. My pussy feels so sore. He looks at the knife’s handle and it’s dripping with my wetness.
“Do you want my dick in your tight little pussy now?”
“Yes...” I whisper.
He pushes me onto the bed, and I fall onto the sheets, completely exposed. His hands roam over my body, pressing my breasts, biting my nipples lightly before capturing my lips in a hunger. As he kisses me, his fingers slide down to my pussy, slipping inside with two fingers. I moan against his lips, the pleasure from his touch making my body tremble. Every movement of his fingers feels impossibly good.
“My wife is so wet.” He smirks down at me, then parts my legs and pushes his dick deep inside my pussy. A loud moan escapes me as he fills me completely.The sudden fullness makes me gasp, my body trembling around him. Pleasure and pain collide, and I can’t help but moan loudly. My hands dig into the sheets as every thrust sends shivers through me, making me feel exposed, helpless… and completely his.
“Sebastian…” I moan, my voice trembling.
He doesn’t pull back, fucking me deep and relentless. Every thrust of his dick drives him further inside, stretching me, making me ache in a way that’s both painful and intoxicating. My body trembles around him, caught between pleasure and the sharp sting of fullness.
“Yes, baby?” he murmurs, his voice low as I moan uncontrollably.
He climbs on top of me, capturing my lips in a fierce, hungry kiss while still thrusting deep inside. Each movement is sharp, hard, and relentless, driving me wild. My body burns, trembling with need, and I can’t stop thinking—God, this feels so good.
I’m shaking and squirming beneath him, my entire body on fire with every rough thrust. He pushes deep and hard, and I feel him cum inside me, filling me completely. The heat, the pressure, the overwhelming intensity makes my legs tremble. I bite down on his shoulder, letting out a moan that mixes pain and pleasure. My heart races, my body quivers uncontrollably, and for a moment, all I can feel is him—every powerful movement, every breath, every groan. I’m lost in him, trembling, melting, and completely consumed.
He shifts beside me and pulls me close, wrapping me in his arms. I bury my face in his chest, letting my body relax against him. He lifts my chin gently, eyes scanning me.
“God, Lily… you’re all red,” he murmurs, a hint of awe in his voice.
“That was… so rough, Sebastian,” I whisper, still catching my breath.
“Tell me you liked it,” he urges, his gaze locked on mine.
A small smile curves my lips. “I loved it,” I admit, my voice soft.
He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. “My good girl,” he whispers, holding me tighter.
“I’m all yours, Sebastian. I’ve never loved Dante. I was with him only because I thought you were dead. He offered me comfort… but now that you’re here, alive, in front of me, I can’t even think about anyone else. I love you… so much,” I say, tears brimming in my eyes.
He kneels beside me, cupping my face gently. His own eyes glisten with unshed tears. “I know, Lily,” he whispers. “I just wanted to hear it from you.”
Without another word, he pulls me into a tight embrace, holding me so close I can feel the steady beat of his heart. I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his scent, letting the warmth and safety of him wash over me. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead, then my hair, as if trying to memorize every inch of me. My tears slide freely. I love this man so much and now I can never imagine my life without him.