Chapter 8 Chapter 8
Lily
“Get ready. I’ll take you to one of my clubs,” Sebastian says without looking up from his phone. He sits on the couch, dressed in a black shirt and black pants, sharp as always. It’s seven in the evening, and he has just come home from work.
I glance at him, my brows knitting together. “Is it important?”
He doesn’t even flinch. “You’re my wife now, Lily. You should start getting used to my meetings… and my gatherings.” His voice is calm, final.
I sigh, closing my laptop and leaving my assignment unfinished. “Fine.” I place it carefully on the coffee table and stand.
“Lily.” His voice stops me, deep and commanding. I turn my head slightly to look at him.
“Wear something black, if possible.” His eyes meet mine, dark and full of lust, or maybe even possession.
My stomach twists, a nervous flutter rising inside me. “Okay,” I whisper, nodding. Butterflies scatter in my belly at the way he looks at me.
Upstairs, I open the shopping bags from yesterday. My fingers pull out a black dress—long, with thin spaghetti straps. Perfect. I pair it with black heels, light makeup, and nude lipstick. My hair falls straight, sleek against my shoulders. When I finally slip into the heels and catch my reflection, I almost don’t recognize myself. The dress hugs my curves, making me look… beautiful.
When I go back downstairs, Sebastian isn’t in the living room. He’s probably showering. I step outside, through the glass doors, and walk to the balcony by the pool. The night air brushes against my skin, cool and gentle. Beyond the railing, the city glitters—lights flickering like stars scattered across the ground.
I take out my phone and hold it up, snapping a quick selfie against the glowing backdrop.
“You want me to take a picture of you, wife?” His deep voice startles me. I spin around. He stands at the doorway, fixing his collar. All black again—but the way he wears it makes it look dangerous, attractive, his own way. Has if he has the power to make black look different each time.
I nod and hand him my phone. Moving to the poolside, I pose while he raises the camera. The click echoes in the night. His gaze lingers on me as he lowers the phone.
“Madonna… you look like a goddess,” he whispers, just loud enough for me to hear.
I bite back a smile, but it slips out anyway. Taking my phone from his hand, I switch to the front camera and lift it for a selfie with him. “I have a habit of capturing pictures,” I say lightly. “For memories, you know.”
He only nods, but his eyes never leave me.
We head downstairs together. Sebastian opens the passenger door for me, and I slip inside. He closes it carefully before walking around to the driver’s seat. A low hum of music plays as he starts the car, the city lights sliding past us through the windows.
“I have a business partner meeting me tonight,” he says, his eyes on the road. “He’s bringing his wife and his brother-in-law.”
“Okay.” I nod, keeping my voice light.
When we arrive, I see his club glowing with blue neon lights. Dark Nights. That’s the name written above the entrance, bold and sharp. The place is huge, intimidating. Sebastian leads me inside, bouncers falling in behind him until we reach the VIP lounge.
We sit at a round table where a man and a woman are already waiting.
“Lily, this is Veronica and her husband, Giovanni,” Sebastian says smoothly.
“Hello,” I say with a warm smile.
“Nice to meet you, Lily,” Veronica replies. She’s blonde, her hair curled in waves, and she is wearing a bright red dress with matching heels. She looks elegant but full of energy.
Sebastian sits close beside me. I order a dirty martini, while he keeps a glass of whiskey untouched in front of him. His hand rests possessively on my thigh, grounding me in the loud, shadowy room full of dangerous people.
Veronica talks nonstop, filling the silence with stories. I already know she went shopping for her kitten, that her hairstylist ruined her hair on her wedding day, and that her brother, Luca, is on his way. She even mimics her husband’s deep voice, which makes me laugh despite myself.
“Hello, gentlemen and ladies,” a man greets as he walks in. He has tattoos on his arms, a black shirt stretched across his frame, and dark jeans. His beard is thick, and parts of his hair are streaked grey. He sits next to Giovanni, but his eyes immediately find me.
Something about him feels off. He doesn’t just glance—he stares. His gaze dips to my neckline, lingering there.
Sebastian notices. He leans down, his lips brushing close to my ear. “You good?” he murmurs.
“Yeah.” I nod quickly, forcing a smile.
Before I can excuse myself, Veronica grabs my hand. “Come dance with me!” she insists, pulling me to the floor. I follow her rhythm, moving with the beat, more comfortable here than under Luca’s unwanted gaze.
“You’re so pretty, Lily!” Veronica shouts over the music, grinning.
“Thank you!” I laugh back.
When I glance over my shoulder, my breath hitches. Sebastian is still in the VIP lounge, a cigar resting in his hand. Even while discussing business with Giovanni, his eyes remain locked on me which is dark and steady.
We stay on the dance floor for about thirty minutes, drinking and laughing until I feel the need to use the washroom. “I’ll be right back,” I tell Veronica, and she nods with a smile. I ask the bartender where it is, and he points me toward the VIP section.
The restroom is empty. I wash my hands, fix my hair, and smooth my dress. Then the door opens, and my heart drops—Luca walks in.
“This is the ladies’ washroom!” I snap, but he only smirks and closes the door behind him. His cruel smile sends chills through me.
“I know, sexy,” he chuckles, stepping closer. “What did you do to pull Sebastian Manchini?” His hand grips my waist.
I push him off and try to escape, but he slams me against the wall so hard my back aches. “Leave me,” I grit through my teeth.
“The little slut you are…” he sneers, reaching for my dress.
Before he can touch me further, the door bursts open—Sebastian storms inside. He shoves Luca to the ground, his voice thundering: “She is my wife. How dare you touch her with your dirty hands!”
Shaking, I bury my face in Sebastian’s chest. He wraps me tightly in his arms, but then he pulls out his gun. My stomach twists.
“Sebastian, no…” I whisper, panicking.
He looks at me, calm but deadly. “Go outside, Lily. I’ll be there in a second.”
I nod and step out, my hands trembling. Behind me, I hear his voice, sharp and final: “Your death was written the moment you looked at my wife with your filthy gazes. Now that you’ve touched her…”
Three gunshots echo through the hallway. I cover my ears, frozen in place. He killed Luca—just because he mistreated me.
Sebastian comes out moments later, slipping his arm around me as if nothing happened. He kisses my forehead. “Let’s go home.”
Then, turning to Giovanni, he says coldly, “Your brother-in-law is dead in the ladies’ washroom. Take the body.”
I lower my eyes to the gun still in his hand, my chest tight with shock.
The car ride back to the penthouse feels endless. Panic squeezes my chest, my palms are damp, and I can’t stop trembling. Sebastian notices. Without a word, he turns on the air conditioner, the cool air brushing against my skin.
“Stop panicking,” he says firmly, his eyes fixed on the road. “He deserved to die for what he did.”
When we finally reach home, I drop onto the couch, kicking off my heels with shaky hands. My body feels drained, my head still spinning.
Sebastian moves to the bar and pours two drinks—whiskey for himself and red wine for me. He brings my glass over, his movements calm, almost routine. That’s when I notice it: his hands. There’s blood smeared across his skin. His shirt is black, but I know it must be stained too.
“You have blood all over your hands,” I whisper before taking the glass.
He doesn’t even flinch. Sitting down beside me, his voice is steady, cold.
“This is normal to me, Lily.”
“I was so scared,” I whisper, my body still trembling, the fear clinging to me like a second skin.
“Fuck, Lily… angel,” Sebastian mutters, frustration and concern tangled in his voice. His eyes lock onto mine, sharp yet soft at the same time. “You shouldn’t be scared. This is our life now.”
His words hit me hard, but then his tone shifts, gentler, almost pleading. “I’ll try—really try—so you never have to witness something like that again. You won’t see it. You won’t even hear it. Okay?”
I nod slowly, trusting him even though my heart is still racing.
“I promise,” he says carefully, every syllable deliberate, like he’s swearing an oath just for me.
He leans in, capturing my lips with his. My free hand instinctively slides up to his neck. He kisses me deeply taking his time. I feel a sudden comfort and all the fear are gone. His tongue slides inside my mouth, he bites my lower lip. He pauses, his eyes locking deeply with mine. I lift the glass to my lips, finish the wine with one long sip, and set it gently on the table.
Sebastian’s hand slides along the fabric of my dress, lifting it slowly. His voice drops, firm yet hushed. “On your knees, angel.”
I hesitate for a moment, then sink to my knees, my back arching and ass facing him.
“Good girl.” He whispers.
His hand slips beneath my panties, caressing my ass cheeks with slow, deliberate strokes before delivering a sharp slap. The sound echoes, and I gasp.He presses a finger against my tight hole and pushes inside. A sharp cry escapes me, the pain shooting up my spine, but I don’t pull away.
“Lily i want to fuck your ass.” he growls, his voice thick with hunger.
I’m already trembling with need, wet and desperate for him.
I can’t form words, only a low moan escapes me.
He leans closer, voice rough. “Should I take that as a yes?”
I nod, breathless.
I hear the sound of him unbuckling his pants, but I don’t dare look back. My body tenses when I feel the heat of him behind me, his length pressing firmly against my ass.He pushes himself inside my ass and a loud cry escapes me. The stretch burns, my eyes squeeze shut as my fingers dig into the couch. He leans over me, his breath hot against my ear.
“You’re doing so good, angel… just take it like my good girl,” he murmurs.
I whimper at the sting, but the way he moves—slow, hard, and deliberate—makes my body tremble. “Sebastian…” I gasp his name, my voice breaking between pain and pleasure.
“You have the tightest ass, angel,” he groans.
A moan rips through me as his hand comes down sharply on my ass, the slap echoing in the room. The shock only makes me wetter, and I can’t stop the sounds spilling from my lips as he keeps driving into me, deeper each time.His cock is so big, stretching me open until the pain feels unbearable. Tears spill from my eyes as he keeps driving into me, unrelenting. My body trembles, torn between the ache and the pleasure I can’t deny.
Then his hand slips lower, fingers searching until he finds my pussy. With one hard push he slides a finger inside me, working me roughly while his dick pounds into my ass. The double sensation makes me whimper helplessly, my cries breaking into moans.
It’s too much. Too good. The mix of pain and pleasure coils inside me like fire, ready to explode.
“Sebastian!” I scream his name as my body shatters in release, my orgasm ripping through me. I’m shaking, undone, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting into me until his own groans fill the air, and with one last deep push he cums inside my ass.
He stands and pulls his clothes back on, then lifts me into his arms.
“Are you okay, angel?” he asks, his voice softer now.
I can’t stop the sobs.
“My ass hurts,” I whisper.
“Yes, angel… it will hurt for a while,” he murmurs, holding me close.
I manage a shaky breath. “It was… so good.”
“I should go take a shower now,” I tell him, and he nods, sipping his whiskey.
I hug myself as I think. Why did I let him do that to me? Does it mean I trust him? He killed someone barely an hour ago. My heart pounds, confused between fear, desire, and something I don’t understand yet.