Frayed Obsession, page 20
“He was nice at first, but the way he looked at me… it was almost like he was keeping a dark secret. And the longer it took me to figure out what it was, the more excited he got. One night, he got tired of waiting.” Silent tears track down my cheeks, and I do nothing to stop them.
“How old were you?” Sebastian asks, his voice so low I barely hear it.
I take a shaky breath before answering. “Thirteen.”
Sebastian’s fist clenches against his thigh, and I want to stop. But now that I’ve started, it’s too hard to keep the words in. “The first time was the worst,” I say, my voice cracking. “I’d never felt pain like that before, like I was being ripped open from the inside.”
Sebastian lets out a pained groan, his hand squeezing my hip.
I remember the night he came to my room. Stroked my face until I woke. He told me he was tired of waiting and that he had something for me. Something special. I didn’t know what was happening, but the look in his eyes was enough to make my hands tremble, and I tried to push him away.
Until I was so desperate and terrified, I started clawing at his skin.
But he didn’t care.
The more I fought, the more he liked it.
He smiled against my mouth as I screamed in agony.
“He liked it when I hurt,” I say, more tears falling as the memories bombard me, and I can almost feel the knife slicing through my skin. “And he got more inventive as time went on. But that first night… he stole everything from me that night.” A sob escapes me.
“Fuck.” Sebastian pulls me into his lap, wrapping one arm around my waist, the other holding my head against his chest. “I’m so sorry,” he says.
I don’t know how long we stay like that before I lift my head off his chest.
My tears have dried, and Sebastian brushes my hair off my face and palms my cheek. I stare into his eyes, and though I can’t see their colour in this light, I let them calm me like the sound of the ocean.
He presses his lips to my forehead, and I let my eyes fall shut.
Pulling away from me, he gently lifts me from his lap and onto the bed, but when he goes to get up, I grab his hand.
I don’t know what he sees on my face, but he swallows hard. “Grace, I can’t.”
“Please. I need to know what it’s like… what it’s meant to be like.” I sound desperate, but I don’t care. I squeeze his hand and pull him towards me.
“Grace…” he says, but he doesn’t fight my pull.
“I trust you,” I whisper, sitting up on my knees and grabbing his face to pull him down to me.
Our lips ignite as they clash together.
It’s messy and fast, our teeth clinking together as we take from each other.
Standing to his full height, Sebastian unzips his pants, lets them fall to his feet, and steps out of them. He kicks them aside and stands in front of me in nothing but a pair of black briefs. I watch as he hooks his fingers into the waistband, and I have the sudden desire to rid him of them myself, but I’m transfixed.
He takes them off in one swift move, and his abs flex as he stands upright again.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of him.
All of him.
His hard length is long and thick, bouncing slightly when he steps towards the bed. It twitches under my stare, and Sebastian puts one knee on the bed.
Still on my knees, we’re about the same height.
Grabbing the bottom of my dress, he draws it up my body, and his breath deepens with the more he reveals. When he reaches the top, he pulls it over my head and drops it on the floor with his discarded clothes.
“Gorgeous,” he says, his gaze roving over my face and down my body.
Guiding me down onto the mattress, his lips find mine again. Sebastian trails a hand down my neck and between my breasts, following the same path with his mouth. He softly moves his palm across my skin to my lace-covered breast, where he caresses the flesh before pinching my bud and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Then he replaces his fingers with his mouth.
My back arches off the bed, and I let out a breathy moan as he sucks the sensitive bud through the lace of my bra while rolling my other nipple between his fingers. When he’s given it enough attention, he moves his mouth to the other one, sucking and nipping at it.
I writhe beneath him until he eventually releases me.
“Sebastian,” I whisper when he starts trailing kisses across my stomach.
One for each scar.
I lift myself onto my elbows and watch him, my heart feeling too full.
When he’s covered each one, he moves further down and starts to work his way up my inner thighs, his hands trailing first, followed by his mouth, planting a kiss on any scar he finds along the way.
Reaching the apex of my thighs, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and painfully slow drags them down and off my legs.
I gasp when hot air hits my entrance. “Sebastian, what are you doing?”
He smiles against my thigh without answering, then seals his mouth over my opening. My hips fly off the bed involuntarily, and Sebastian presses his palm to my stomach, holding me in place as he swipes his tongue through my centre, all the way to the little bud nestled at the top.
He sucks it into his mouth, and I cry out as a burst of pleasure shoots through me.
Sebastian hooks his arms underneath my thighs, holding my hips down as he swirls his tongue around the bundle of nerves before dipping back down to my entrance.
My hands fly to his head, and I bury them in his hair as he circles around it, dipping his tongue inside, then thrusting it in and out of me.
Removing one of his arms from my hip, Sebastian dips the tip of his finger into my core as his tongue thrusts alongside it.
“Oh God, Sebastian,” I say, moaning his name as he swipes his tongue back through my folds to the nub that makes my entire body shake when he latches on to it.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, the thick finger that had been slowly circling my entrance presses inside me, not stopping until it can’t go any further.
My legs shake as Sebastian starts pumping his finger into me with a steady rhythm, and I can’t help but move against his hand. “Sebastian, please,” I plead, my voice short of a cry.
He groans against me, and the vibration sends tiny sparks from my core to every inch of my body.
I arch my back, my body so tight it borders on painful.
A whimper falls from my lips as my body claws for something that feels forever just out of reach. “I can’t, Sebastian. I—” I tug on his hair, but he doesn’t budge, and his movements only speed up.
Oh God, I can’t take this much longer. My body starts to shake, and Sebastian spreads his arm further across my stomach, grabbing onto my other hip to give him more control.
Another whimper escapes me, and as it does, Sebastian nips my bud with his teeth while thrusting a second finger inside me. My back arches, and my mouth opens in a silent cry as the release that a second ago felt impossible crashes over me in wave after wave of intense pleasure.
My legs quiver around Sebastian’s head as he soothes the sting from his bite and continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me, the burning from his sudden entrance starting to ease.
“It’s too much,” I plead, and after one more swipe of his tongue, he relaxes his hold on me.
I slump into the mattress as he slowly pulls his fingers from me and removes his mouth, only to kiss my inner thigh.
Sebastian sits up, and I shudder when he puts the fingers that were just inside of me into his mouth, licking them clean.
After removing my bra, Sebastian settles on top of me before diving his tongue into my mouth.
I can taste my release on him, and another rush of wetness soaks my core.
My hips lift into his, causing his length to slide through my centre, and I groan as it rubs against my over-sensitive bud. Sebastian thrusts through my wetness, his length pressing against my opening with each one.
“Please.”
“What do you need?” he asks.
“You,” I breathe.
“Tell me,” he says, pinning me with his burning hot stare.
I roll my hips against him once more. “I need you inside me.”
Sebastian plants a scorching kiss on my lips before sitting up, and I miss his weight immediately. He palms himself, sliding his hand up and down his length a couple of times before he reaches for the bedside table, opening the top drawer.
“Wait,” I say, half sitting up when I see what’s in his hand. “I… I don’t want anything between us.”
“Grace, I—”
“Please.” I cut him off. I grab his hand and bring it to the inside of my arm, letting him feel the implant. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
He runs his fingers over the implant, and he looks almost pained, but he places the condom back on the bedside table.
“I’m clean,” he says, coming down on top of me once more. Pushing one of my legs up, he guides himself to my entrance. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yes.”
He starts to press inside me, inch by slow inch, and my walls stretch, trying to accommodate him.
I slam my eyes shut, squeezing his biceps.
One after the other, he places a kiss on my eyelids. “Open your eyes. Stay with me.”
I blink up at him, letting him ground me, then he takes my mouth as he claims me with a final thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
I cry into his mouth, the sliver of pain only serving to ground me more and keep me from falling into darkness.
“Grace,” he groans against my lips. I only wish he knew my name—that he’d call me Emery. But I’m not going to let it ruin this.
I feel full beyond anything I’ve felt before, surrounded by him in every possible way.
Completely and utterly possessed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sebastian
While letting her accommodate me, I still inside her because if I move right now, I’m going to lose it.
Grace stares up at me, her eyes full of trust and swirling with desire. Her wet heat feels incredible around my bare cock, and it jerks inside her.
Shit, what am I thinking?
I never have sex without a condom. Ever. But for some reason, I can’t deny her this. She might have contraception, and even though my blood burns knowing why she does, it isn’t foolproof.
Grace rolls her hips against me, and I groan.
“Sebastian,” she moans, writhing beneath me, and I can’t hold it any longer.
I start to thrust into her with long, gentle strokes, and she arches against me, her breasts pressing into my chest. Dipping down, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on the hard bud, and Grace cries out, digging her fingers into my back while meeting each one of my thrusts.
I let go of her nipple only to go straight for the other one, paying it the same attention. Then, I move to her neck, the salt of her sweat melts on my tongue, and my hand squeezes her thigh, pushing her leg higher up the bed, allowing me to go even deeper.
“Fuck,” I let out on a groan.
Her eyes are closed again, and the last thing I want is for her to go back to the dark fucking place in her head. I need to know this is what she wants. “Look at me.”
Grace’s eyes flutter open, and I lose myself in the deep blue depths.
“I need more,” she breathes.
“I don’t want to hurt you—”
“You won’t,” she says, an urgency in her voice, then she leans up to kiss me.
Squeezing her inner walls around me, she moans into my mouth, and I lose any control I had left, moving faster and harder until I’m slamming into her.
I move my hand to her clit, circling the swollen bud.
“Oh my God!” she cries, bucking her hips.
Ripping my lips from hers, I stare into her eyes as she comes undone beneath me.
“I love you, Sebastian,” she breathes, clamping down on me.
What?
My release slams into me without warning, powerful and all-consuming. I drop my forehead to hers, groaning as I empty myself into her.
Her pussy spasms around me with aftershocks from her orgasm, drawing even more out of my spent cock, and I shudder above her.
My forehead is still pressed to hers as I come down from one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I stroke her cheek with my thumb.
“Are you okay?” I ask
She nods, but it’s not enough. Not after everything she told me. “I need you to say it.”
“I’m okay. More than okay,” she says, releasing a sigh.
“Are you sure? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m sure, Sebastian. You didn’t hurt me.”
It’s my turn to let out a sigh, one of relief, and push myself up, taking my weight off her, but when I start to pull out, Grace tightens her arms around me.
“Not yet,” she says, her breath puffing against my lips.
I catch myself on my elbows, so I don’t crush her from the unexpected move, and my dick twitches as it slides back into her wet heat.
Her eyes get heavy as I continue stroking her cheek, and it’s not long before her arms loosen their hold enough for me to carefully extricate myself from her. I moan low in my throat as I slide out of her, my dick still half hard. Grace gasps as I do but doesn’t open her eyes.
Making my way to the bathroom to clean up, I return a moment later with a warm cloth in hand and gently clean Grace before climbing into bed beside her. She immediately turns into me, like her body is instinctively drawn to mine. I wrap my arms around her, and she burrows further into my chest.
It feels strange at first, being like this with someone with no intentions other than to sleep, but I soon find myself relaxing into her.
When I wake, I’m wrapped around Grace, our legs tangled together, and my cock nestled in the line of her naked ass. It takes all my effort not to rock my hardening dick against her, and I force myself to unravel my body from hers.
I have no idea what time it is, but it’s still completely dark outside, apart from the city lights. I spot Shadow curled up in his bed. He must have snuck in sometime after we fell asleep.
Pulling the covers back up, I ensure she’s tucked in before finding a pair of sweats and heading to my office.
I drop myself into my chair, trying to sort through everything that happened.
Fuck, what she told me.
My gut said she was running from something, but I had no idea it was something as fucked up as that. She was just a kid. I feel sick to my stomach. Enraged someone would do that to a child. To her.
Her fucking uncle.
I want to rip the fucker’s black heart from his chest with my bare hands and watch it turn to ash.
With anger and frustration, I slam my fist onto the desk, the sound echoing through the room. Shit. Last night should never have happened. I shouldn’t have even let it get that far to begin with, but I couldn’t fight the pull between us anymore.
I should have stopped it when she had a fucking panic attack.
When I felt them—the scars.
I hadn’t realised at first what was happening, there were so many scars, but then I saw her face. Her eyes were squeezed tight, her breaths coming short and sharp. Her whole body was shaking. Then she choked out her story to me, told me she’d been raped since she was thirteen, and I still fucked her.
I love you, Sebastian.
Groaning, I drop my head into my hands, hating that the memory of her words, those words, are enough to make my dick stiffen in my sweats.
It’s not possible. How can it be?
“Sebastian?”
My head snaps up to see Grace standing in the doorway of my office, wearing nothing but my white shirt. She’s rolled up the sleeves so they’re bunched at her wrists, and the material hangs partway down her thighs, and fuck, if my possessive side doesn’t growl with delight at the sight.
She rubs her eyes, stepping into the office. “Are you okay?”
Am I okay?
How is it that she’s concerned about me after everything?
“I just had some work to do,” I say.
“At three in the morning?” she asks, her brows scrunching up as she comes around my desk, glancing at the dark computer screen and closed laptop. “Are you sure you’re okay? I woke up, and you were gone…”
I spin the chair towards her. “I’m fine.”
She studies me for a moment, then she climbs into my lap, her knees squeezing in beside my hips and her feet lying partly over my thighs and knees. I grunt as she settles on top of me, not from her weight, but because she sits right on my dick, which was already half-hard before she straddled me.
“Are you sore?” I ask as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“A little,” she says, and I close my eyes as the guilt trickles back in.
Soft lips press to mine, and I open my eyes as she pulls away. “I’m fine, Sebastian. It’s really not that bad.” She wiggles on top of me, and my breath catches.
“Tell me his name,” I say in a steady voice.
“I-I can’t,” she says, searching my eyes.
“Grace, I need to know. He’ll never hurt you again.” I take her face in my hands. “Just… tell me.”
I see the moment it happens—when her mask slots back into place—and my jaw clenches.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s in the past,” she says, and I stare at her, part in frustration and part in awe as she shines with a light that, if it were anyone else, would’ve been snuffed out long ago.
