Page 77 of Sebastian's Secret

“That’s right.” Reaching for her, he tucked the damp strands of her hair behind her ear. “You’re my fucking prisoner and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

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Sebastian

Everything. This was everything, and stretched out on the huge expanse of comfortable sofa with Rebecca in his arms, Sebastian knew she was all he’d ever need. He’d thought he’d known happiness before her, but as she sighed contentedly against his chest, he understood that the slithers of joy he’d experienced in the past were only a peek at what he could possibly have one day. This bubble of feeling growing in his heart, this growing impulse to revel in her wonder and never let her go; this was happiness, and as he acknowledged the revelation, he accepted that he’d do anything to hang onto it.

Time had passed since he’d come back to the penthouse and found her crumpled on the floor. Time where he’d spoken soft words and calmed her breathing until, finally, she was able to stand and drink the glass of water he offered. The rest of the world ceased to exist in that period. There were no thoughts of his father’s contract, Oliver Monroe’s offer for Drakon Finance, what his brothers would think of his budding romance, or even the sick bastard, Jonas Monroe and the things Sebastian wanted to do to him. There was only her, Rebecca, and the solace she had brought into his life.

Sex with Rebecca was outstanding. It was miraculous how she enjoyed the same power dynamics that turned him on, but their connection was proving to be much stronger than only carnality. Theirs was a meeting of minds.

Two people ostracized by their family’s choices, two who had perhaps only been treading water until the other came along; two who together had found something exponentially more than the sum of their parts. They were perfect for each other.

“How are you feeling now?” He stroked the back of her hair as she stirred from her stupor.

“Better.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, still concerned at the sadness in her tone.

“I’m just…” She shrugged, her voice trailing away into silence.

“What?” he prompted.

“It seems so final,” she started, averting her attention from his stare. “I never even want to go back there, but being summarily cut off, it’s horrible…”

“I can imagine.” His hand slid to her cheekbones, stroking her heated skin. “But I want you to know you have a new family now.”

“You’re very kind,” she replied. “But don’t you feel it’s a little soon to say that?”

“No.” There was utter conviction in his voice. “I know it in my heart, Rebecca.”

“I don’t know what to say.” She leaned into his hand. “I’ve never met anyone like you before, Sebastian.”

“I should hope not.” He laughed. “Not every man out there is a dragon-shifter, but this one is crazy about you.”

Her lips curled as their eyes met, dazzling blue drilling into his gaze. “Thank you, sir…or should I call you, Mr. Dragon?”

Now, that was more like the woman he’d met at Club Indigo. He was happy to see she was at least partially revived after her father’s cruelty. True to his word, Sebastian had helped her to block the bastard from her device. If he had his way, Rebecca would never again be infected by Jonas’ venom.

“Don’t you dare,” he warned playfully. “It’s supposed to be a secret.”

“Oh, yeah.” Reaching for his shirt, she fiddled with his top button as she twisted to straddle him. “I forgot.”

“You forgot?”

She was playing with him, and he loved it, his heart swelling like his cock at her smiley performance. Sebastian had seen her cry and tremble too many times at the hands of the useless men in her life. He’d resolved to ensure she would never react the same way because of him.

“That’s right.” Naughtiness gleamed in her eyes. “I think I need you to remind me what happens if I forget again, sir.”

Sebastian chuckled at her attempt to manipulate him. “That won’t work, little girl,” he assured her. “You’re going to have to get better at being clear and telling me what you want.”

Her eyes widened a fraction and fleetingly he wondered if it was the first time anyone had ever made the demand of her before. “What I want?”

“That’s right.” Catching her fingers at his second button, he held her gaze. “If you want a spanking, then you only need ask.”

“It’s a simple as that, is it?” Her impudent tone begged for correction.

“Oh, yes,” he confirmed, easing himself upright as his cock strained to be indulged. “Although, if you keep up that sassy tone, I might just save you the effort and toss you over my lap right here.”