MasukSeraphina's POV
The sensation was overwhelming. A maddening tension coiled inside me, tightening with every breath.
My hips lifted from the bottom of the tub, chasing the rhythm he set, craving more pressure-but Sebastian's other hand pressed firmly against my lower abdomen, holding me down.
"Ah... ah... ah," he murmured close to my ear. "I set the rhythm. You only take what I give."
He slowed the frantic friction, dragging his finger from the base of my clit all the way to the tip-agonizingly slow.
The deliberate torment made my throat tighten with a sob I couldn't suppress.
"Look at how swollen it is for me," he said, his tone disturbingly calm, like we were simply talking-though his finger never stopped its devastating path.
"It's harder now. The shape's more defined under my touch. It's changing for me-morphing into exactly what I want. A perfect, tiny, desperate little thing... holding all your need."
Then he shifted tacti
Seraphina's POVOn the way back from the grocery store, my head was spinning with questions. I mean, Dad left saying he was getting steaks, but came back with a bag of quinoa? And Mom was supposed to grab milk but ended up with two boxes of frozen pizza instead...Ever since that sudden greeting from Mr. Swift, it felt like the whole family was on edge.No one said a word on the ride home.As soon as we stepped inside, Mom headed straight to the kitchen with the groceries. Dad walked out to the patio to tend to his beloved tulips. I started putting things into the fridge, but couldn't help sneaking a glance toward the kitchen.The door was shut, and Mom was whispering on the phone, looking seriously stressed.I couldn't hear a thing, but her expression said plenty.All I could think about was her convo earlier with Mr. Swift.He called Zendaya by name-or rather, Grandma-and she called him "Mr. Swift"... Seriously? Mom and Mr. S
Theodore Swift's POVI was peeling the wrapper off a piece of chocolate for Sophia when her soft little voice suddenly turned sharp with frustration."Bad lady! She's a bad lady!" she shouted, pointing with a tiny finger out the window."Alright now, sweetheart, shh..." I said automatically, trying to calm her down as my eyes followed her hand.And then I saw her-Seraphina. A strange wave of warmth rushed through me. I'd been thinking about her more often than I'd like to admit.With our departure from Moonlight Bay Area looming, I'd even had a fleeting, stupid idea of hitting up Sebastian, just to maybe catch another glimpse of her. Of course, I'd decided against that. Too messy."Bad lady! I don't like her!" Sophia insisted, her face scrunched up in a stormy pout.I blinked, puzzled. "Do you know her, baby?""Pretty guy... bad lady... she didn't let me hug," she mumbled, her mouth full of chocolate.Ah.It hit m
Seraphina's POVI was half-asleep in the car on the way back. When I opened my eyes, the car had stopped at the top of the mountain. The window was cracked open, and his suit jacket was draped over me. The breeze drifting in was just the right kind of cool.Still groggy, I turned my head and saw Sebastian propping his head on one hand, quietly watching me. His eyes were soft, focused-it made my heart skip.Why's he looking at me like that?Then, out of nowhere, he leaned in closer and said, "Look, if there is a kid, stay. As your Alpha, I'll take care of it all. I've always wanted one."A kid? Seriously?I still want to live my life however I please.Is he for real?I forced a tiny smile, my voice steady. "That's not gonna happen. Don't worry."In my heart though-I was dead sure it wouldn't. And even if somehow it did, I'd deal with it myself.Sebastian didn't let it go. "And if it does happen? What then?"
Seraphina's POVAs I stepped out of the study, I glanced up at the clock on the wall-almost ten. "We really need to go," I said quietly to Sebastian. "If we don't leave now, we're going to miss the whole morning at work."He stood up with his usual grace, the creases on his suit pants settling naturally with his movements. While the elevator descended, I lowered my voice, "When we get to the office, you go up first. If Kane asks, just say you went to your parents' place last night. I'll show up ten minutes later."Sebastian arched an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "And how are you gonna explain that?""I'll say I had a morning appointment with my physio," I answered coolly."Flawless cover story," he murmured, leaning in for a light kiss at the corner of my mouth, his warm breath brushing my ear. "Such a clever little fox."I instinctively stepped back. "Stop calling me that..."When I moved to take the driv
Kane's POVIt was exactly 8 a. m. when I stepped into the apartment complex. Jack was at the kitchen counter, feeding the cat. Fresh salmon pieces were laid out on the dining table."Alpha didn't come home last night?" I noticed the teak floor by the entrance was spotless-usually, it'd be scattered with his custom leather shoes."Looks like it." Jack straightened up, wiping his hands with a sanitizing wipe. "Didn't he let you know about any change of plans?"That's when the image of that red Mini Cooper in the basement garage flashed through my mind. Crap! Don't tell me he spent the night at Seraphina's?Jack caught my reaction and raised a brow. "What's on your mind?""Nothing," I waved it off quickly, "I'm heading to the office.""Not gonna call him first?""Pretty sure he doesn't want to be disturbed.""Maybe Seraphina knows?""She probably doesn't either," my voice was starting to go dry. "Let's not bother her
Seraphina's POVA blast of ice-cold, high-pressure water slammed into my chest. I screamed, the concentrated spray stabbing into my already-abused, swollen nipples like needles. The pain was sharp, stinging, and immediate-making them even harder, even more sensitive."Fuck! Too cold! Alpha-it hurts!" I sobbed, but my traitorous body arched up into the stream anyway. My pussy clenched helplessly, desperately, begging for more. For anything.He moved the water lower.The powerful column of cold water hit my wrecked, ruined pussy. The temperature was a shock, but the pressure itself was pure violation-like dozens of tiny needles stabbing directly into my throbbing, oversensitive clit."Yes! Right there! Torture my clit, you fucking bastard! Make your little slut scream!"My voice shattered into a mix of sobs and moans, barely human.He adjusted the nozzle again, and suddenly-I felt it. That hard, focused stream of water pushing inside me







