Page 50 of Sebastian's Secret

She could practically hear her father’s stinging tone as she read grueling message after grueling message.

Get back here, Rebecca, or you’ll be sorry.

Pulling in a shaky breath, she read the next text.

Get back here, or you’ll pay the price.

Her father’s tone unraveled as the hours wore on, her gaze acknowledging the time stamp of each brutal missive.

Where are you, you little bitch?

If you’re whoring yourself with some bastard, then I’ll rip him into pieces before I come for you.

Tears brimming in her eyes, she forced herself to look away. Rebecca had never understood what compelled her father to do and say the things he did. Only he knew what drove him to abuse, but in the last few years she had learned one thing. She would not permit it, make excuses for it or indulge it, and the more she read, the more she was doing all those things—facilitating Jonas’ anger and aggression.

Exiting the message trail, she wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand, her gaze pausing over another missive.

Sebastian. Sebastian had messaged her!

Heart racing at the welcome distraction, she clicked into his message, dismissing whatever shame and embarrassment lingered. Rebecca had trusted him to spank her, and she’d reveled in the treatment. That was why she’d felt safe enough to open up to him later and why all of the butterflies in her belly stretched their wings at the same time as she devoured his words.

Good morning, beautiful.

She smiled at the greeting. Sebastian’s tone couldn’t be any more different to her father’s.

I hope you don’t mind that I’m gone so early. I didn’t want to wake you, so I left you sleeping.

Glancing at his pillow, she skimmed her fingers over the clean white fabric. “Sebastian.”

This was where he’d held her, soothed her and assured her that everything would be okay.

Please make yourself at home. I’ll be back as soon as I can, and I’ll make you breakfast.

He’d make her breakfast? Giggling, she shook her head at the idea. No man had ever made her anything before, besides angry and upset.

Heart racing, she quickly typed a reply. Rebecca wasn’t sure what time Sebastian had left or how soon afterward that he’d sent her the message, but it didn’t matter. She wanted to respond, to let him know that she was thinking about him.

Good morning. I’m awake!

Resisting the urge to divulge the catalog of other less pleasant communications she’d read since she’d woken, she settled back between his sheets.

Hurry home, sir.

Stifling a grin at the final word, Rebecca’s pussy clenched at the memory of using it. Sebastian had ignited several of her darkest secret fantasies, and while it was true that he’d pushed her with the relentless climaxes he’d torn from her sex, she had still felt cherished and respected. He hadn’t gone too far and she hadn’t wanted to use her safe word.

Rolling to her side, she reached for the folded paper and ran her fingertips over the place he’d written her name.

What’s this? A love letter?

Her heart hammered loudly at the prospect. In all her years, she had never known a man to write her a handwritten missive. Unfurling the paper, she read his words hungrily.

Thank you for last night, little girl.

An unexpected gasp escaped her throat as her gaze settled over his special name for her.

Little girl.

Rebecca wasn’t sure why it excited her so much, but there was little doubt that it did. In the same way that she relished ceding and referring to him as sir, she adored the rush of feeling she experienced whenever he called her his little girl.