Page 72 of Sebastian's Secret

“Good.” His eyes gleamed with need as he glanced back to her. “Then I suggest that I take you somewhere private and put you out of your misery.”

“You mean, my punishment is over, sir?” Her clit pulsed, her breathing becoming labored as she considered what he might have in mind.

“It will be soon.” His purr held scintillating sensual promise.

“Are we going back to your house?” She noticed the way her voice quivered, her need amplifying exponentially with his assurance.

He’s going to let me come!

After everything the day had brought, the release was badly needed.

“To my penthouse,” he corrected without looking her way.

“How many properties do you have?” she snorted, aware that his hand was crawling closer to her sex as she spoke. She was used to luxury, but even the Monroe’s didn’t flaunt it as opulently as Sebastian and his brothers.

“A fair few.” His fingers squeezed the top of her thigh. “I have plenty of places to keep you, little girl.”

Fuck, that sounded better than it had a right to.

“Good.”

After a lifetime of feigning it for her father, Rebecca was done with pretense. Sebastian knew how he affected her and now that he’d revealed his most intimate secret, there was no harm in absolute honesty. She needed him, craved him and wanted him to take her—away from her claustrophobic life and anywhere he desired.

“What was that?” His purr had hardened, commanding her obedience.

“I mean, thank you, sir.” She flashed him a smile, aware of the way her nipples hardened inside their lace prison. Rebecca was more than ready to be his; a slave to his heat, to the unstoppable pulse between them, and to the pleasure she knew he could give her. Dragon or not, Sebastian would become her god.

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Yanking against the soft, black ropes that bound her wrists to the bedstead, Rebecca called out again. Buried between her thighs, Sebastian was more than making a meal of her and she reveled in every blissful flick of his tongue.

“Fuck!” she mouthed, her head tipping back against the pillow as her feet pressed into the silk bedding and urged her hips closer to his mouth. “Please!”

There had been little small talk since they’d arrived at the swanky penthouse. Rebecca hadn’t even wanted to look around. As soon as Sebastian had unlocked the door, he’d swept her from her feet and carried her to a large bedroom where she’d been commanded to strip. Ridding herself of her clothes as quickly as she could, he’d held her, stroking her eager body as he guided her to the enormous bed. She hadn’t queried why the dark posts already had ropes tied to them. She didn’t care. Her every cell was focused on Sebastian and the pleasure he had promised, and slipping her wrists into the small loops had only escalated her need.

“You are delicious,” Sebastian growled, rising from her sex with a wicked twinkle in his eyes.

“Please,” she gasped, pulling in long, exaggerated breaths.

She was so close to splintering, so close to satiating the animal that lurked inside her. Sebastian might be able to morph into a dragon, but he wasn’t the only one with dark needs hiding inside. Rebecca’s proclivities couldn’t take physical form, but she sensed their restlessness and heard their snarls. The animal in her needed a man like Sebastian, a man who could dominate her with a caring hand. It always had.

“Like this?” Eyebrow arching, he lapped at her clit, eliciting another frantic mewl from her mouth.

“Yes, sir.” Christ, she was going to go crazy if he didn’t just let her come. “Like that.”

“Mmmm…” Splaying her thighs a little wider, he teased her again, this time easing a digit into her desperate pussy.

“Oh, God!” Eyes fluttering closed, her hips rose into the air, seeking more of him.

“Soon,” he swore, chuckling at the show she was putting on for him. “First, remind me who owns your pleasure, little girl.”

“You, sir!”

There was no hesitation anymore, no defiant voice that insisted she defy him. If anything, his denigrating demand only amplified her arousal because only Sebastian could claim it.

“That’s right,” he breathed, tantalizingly close to her frantic bud. “I do. I say when you come and when you’re denied.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, tugging once more at the ropes.