Chapter 23—Emma

“Hey,” he must have said about twice. I had the reports in my hand. Ready to show them to him and give him a piece of my mind about him calling my dad and sorting out the debt. Now, I felt a different type of emotion, one that didn’t sit well with me.

I started to just let it rip until he said addressed the pretty blonde that was standing by his side: “Okay Zoe, if your mom needs anything then let me know.”

She nodded and smiled; she did the same with me too as she left the house.

“Emma, are you okay?” he asked, and I felt stupid.

Like a little kid I said, “Oh you got a new one already?”

I hovered around the door. Not wanting to go in, but just to give him a piece of my mind. But I couldn’t. I didn’t say a word as I stood there with one hand on my hip ready to give it to him. He’d used me. I thought that he cared. Shit, I even thought about my career and giving it up for him and in the space of one week he had found a replacement.

I really was a fool.

He looked behind him and asked, “A new what?”

It was ten at night. Sure, it wasn’t exactly visiting hours. I had gone to his house for what? To really give him a piece of my mind or to give him something else?

“Look Emma, I’m tired. I was actually going to bed when.”

“Oh, you mean you just got out of bed with her?”

His sleepy eyes widened as I spoke. I knew right then that I had said the wrong thing.

This was the reason I didn’t do relationships. Some girl was in his house at night and I automatically accused him of being with her. She could have been his cleaner or something.

Then again, if she was then what was she doing here this time of night?

“I call you. You don’t return my calls. I even help you out…look, come inside. I’m not having this conversation on the doorstep.”

He grabbed my hand and pushed me against the door. We were so close. Just like we had been back in Vegas. The report that I’d had in my hand dropped to the floor. He could have kissed me, but instead he just kept ranting some more.

“You don’t return my calls. You come here this time of night. Which normally I wouldn’t mind, but it’s been an emotional week and you accuse me of sleeping with my neighbor?”

I kissed him with a hunger that was frightening, even for me. He pinned me against the big wood door and drove his mouth onto mine. His hands started to run by my side as our bodies did all the talking. I should have let him finish. 

Speak. Give him a piece of my mind. That was what I came here for, but as his hands rode up my butt, I could only think of giving him my sex. 

I wanted him so fucking bad. 

I had been kidding myself to think otherwise or even pretend that this was all part of some game. I wasn’t playing hard to get. This wasn’t about my career. This was about giving him not only my body, but my mind, too.

I was surrendering to him and this was the part that scared me the most; being vulnerable to him was something that I wasn’t used to. Something that I felt was so wrong. Yet it felt so fucking right.

“Is this what you want?”

I could hardly think straight as he ripped open my dress. My breasts were there for his taking; so was my body and he was questioning my thoughts.

He was breathing so heavily and I could feel his bulge in between my legs as he lowered me so that my pussy, wet with need to be taken by him, was so near to it.

I nodded. “Yes!”

I wasn’t going to pretend that I didn’t want this.

That I didn’t need him.

“You can’t keep running away,” he said as he bit on my neck.

I shook my head. “I won’t.”

He growled, “You can’t because I won’t let you.”

He started as I moaned in pleasure; there was no way to stop the relentless onslaught that was Sebastian. 

He seized me firmly. I looped my arms and legs around him and ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled him closer to me. My dress was so high up that his pulsing mass of a dick directly rubbed against my panties. 

Then he started to rock back and forth, using the door as leverage. 

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“You made me this way. You did this to me.” My voice was trembling, wanting to protest. But my body was saying something completely different. 

Take me!

I could feel my orgasm calling in the distance. The pressure of his crotch against mine felt amazing. His mouth dived into my neck, kissing and nibbling in slow circles. His clean-shaven chin against my skin sent waves of sensation through me like a leaf in the wind. 

He didn’t break our embrace as he carried me up the stairs. I was pressed against him so much that I could feel the strength of his muscles flex and shift as we moved. 

He held me as if I was a piece of paper. I didn’t care where we were going; I assumed that we were heading toward his bedroom. We never broke a kiss, not even for a moment. I loved the fact that he was taking me, I felt claimed, possessed even. 

He threw me down onto the bed and climbed slowly on top of me. 

I reached up and started to take of his shirt. I wanted to feel his chest against me. He started to finish what he had started with my dress. 

My buttons were a thing of the past. He unclasped my bra whilst hovering over me and ripped off my panties. I lay naked under him and I started to get impatient. Wanting him inside me.

“Wait!” he commanded as I tried to take off his belt. I wanted him naked, like I was, and for us to be like we were in Vegas once again.

He grabbed my wrists and whilst holding onto them he slowly started to place gentle kisses all over my body. Slowly sucking on my nipples as he traced a line with his saliva over my breasts. I was moving so much trying to get control. But it was too late.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he purred as he moved down to the place that he wanted to taste the most with his tongue. He played with my clit as if it was a toy. Gently nibbling at it and sucking on it.

“Arrh!” I felt myself reaching my climax as I had done so many times before back in Vegas. My body couldn’t maintain the state of arousal any longer; it was as if it was prepped to burst at any moment. The closer I came to the edge, the more it felt as if he was teasing me. Letting me know that he was in command whilst holding on to my hands. He didn’t want me to touch him. 

He wanted to be in command. Making sure that I was at his mercy.

He worked the length of me, caressing my opening with long soft strokes and occasionally slipping inside to fuck me with his tongue. 

I started to scream so damn loud. 

Not caring who heard.

Or if he knew exactly what he was doing to me. 

“You taste so fucking good.”

I couldn’t reply as I started to grind myself against him. I felt as if I was coming apart at the seams. It was as if every stroke, every lick, was peeling more and more of me away. 

My stomach twisted at the thought of being restrained like this, but I was completely at his mercy. 

“Yes, fucking yes.”

I had done it, I had held onto it as long as I could, but as I reached my climax, he stood up and let go of my hands and smiled. “My turn.”