Page 56 of Sebastian's Secret
“Gods, I’ve missed you,” he called out as the first peak crashed over him. Gasping, he released her hair, allowing her to fold to the bed as he followed, pinning her there.
“Sir,” she whimpered, pushing her hips forward as best she could under his weight. “Oh, God, I’m so horny.”
“I know,” he breathed as the next mind-blowing eruption overcame him.
“Please, let me come,” she begged, far more frantically than she had managed the night prior. “I’ll be good from now on, but please. I’m so desperate.”
“No.” His resolve hardened as her cunt contracted around his shaft, milking the last of his climax. “This is the punishment, little girl. No coming until you have my permission.”
She let out a long sigh as he rolled from her and walked to the en-suite to deal with the condom. “I can’t do this, Sebastian. I can’t think when I need to come.”
“You’ll be fine,” he purred in sympathy as he walked back into the bedroom. “I promise.”
“Will I?” Her voice was sullen as she lifted her hand to her forehead. “How?”
“Perseverance,” he told her with a half-smile.
Christ, she looked scintillating stretched out on his bed, the aroma of their combined passion reverberating around her. How had he managed this long without her? How had he and his brothers coped without good women in their lives?
As if it sought to answer him, his mobile chimed at that moment, and wandering to it, Sebastian found a new message from Balthazar.
The meeting with Monroe is over.
Balthazar’s tone didn’t sound optimistic and the fact that his brother had concluded business so rapidly was definitely a bad sign. If Sebastian had hoped the encounter might elevate a Vaughn-Monroe alliance, he could apparently think again.
I’m on my way to Berrunti’s. Do you still want to join?
“I have to pop out again, beautiful. Balthazar needs to meet me and it’s urgent.” A pang of regret echoed in Sebastian’s voice as he traced a fingertip over her hip.
“What?” she sounded exasperated. “So, you’re just going to fuck me and leave?”
“It’s not like that,” he reassured. “I had come back intending to devour that wonderful pussy of yours, but…” he hesitated, watching her distraught expression. “I guess that wasn’t meant to be.”
“Oh, don’t tell me that!” Feigning a sob, she curled into a ball. “What am I going to do?”
“I’ll tell you what you’re not going to do.” His voice was gentle as he sat beside her. “You’re not going to come while I’m out with my brother, but you’re welcome to stay here if it helps.”
“I have to go home.” She glanced at her phone. “My mobile needs power and I need a change of clothes, let alone something to eat.”
Another pang, this time guilt. He’d promised her breakfast, but all he had delivered so far was sweet denial.
“What about your father?” The last thing Sebastian wanted to do was drop her straight back into a Monroe warzone. “Do you want me to hang around and wait for you? You can come into the city with me if it’s safer.”
“He’ll be out at this time of day,” she explained. “It’s safe.”
“Okay, I’ll take you home on my way into the city.” Reaching for her hand, he squeezed her fingers. “And if you still want to meet later, then I’ll pick you up afterward?”
“You’d better,” she exclaimed teasingly. “How else will I get permission to come?”
“True.” He laughed, happy to see her more playful side on show.
“Do you trust me?” She rose on one elbow, her thin eyebrow arching as she asked. “Do you trust me not to go home and take care of myself?”
“Yes.” Meeting her eyes, Sebastian was deadly serious. “I trust you just the same way you trusted me to spank you.” Pausing, he grinned. “I think you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time, Rebecca.” Make that, ever.
“Really?” She visibly relaxed at his compliment.
“Yes.” Leaning closer, he swooped for a kiss, easing his tongue slowly in and out of her hot mouth as she groaned at the connection. “Come on.” It was agony to draw away. “Get dressed and we’ll go.”