LOGINIn an instant, he moved. His hands came to my waist, steadying me, while the other gently took my wrists. My back met the mattress and I could feel the warmth of him nearby, a reminder of how close we were.
I gasped, my whole body tense. His hand rose, not to my throat, but to cradle the side of my face, tilting my chin up until our eyes met. We hadn't even done anything meaningful, and already I was more drawn to him than I had ever been in my entire life. I swallowed hard, meeting his piercing hazel eyes. I bit my lip, nervous and eager all at once. "Sebastian." Sebastian pov) My gaze swept down her body, stopping at the red lingerie clinging to her curves. It did exactly what it was meant to, it made her look sinfully irresistible. But right now, it was in my way. With one sharp tug, I yanked the bra down. Her breast spilled out, soft, full, perky. The sight alone made my cock twitch again. I looked at her face, cheeks flush deep crimson, eyes darting away before trying to meet mine again. She was embarrassed yet thrilled. She wanted me to see her like this. I smirked and brought my thumb to her nipple pressing it. She gasped, her eyes widening as the sensitive bud hardened instantly under my touch. Leaning in close, I let my breath ghost along her neck, then her ear. "--- Ahhh~" she moaned, buckling slightly when I pinched her nipple again. This time it was a little harder. Her whole body shivered. She was so responsive, it drove me so fucking crazy. I licked my lips slowly, the way a starved predator might when its prey was laid bare and helpless before it. Everything in me burned to take her, to bury myself deep and hard until she was screaming, but I held back. She needed to be ready for me. I leaned in, brushing my mouth over one soft, pink nipple. It was sensitive beneath my tongue. Her back arched instantly, and a moan escaped her lips. "Aaahhh---" I sucked harder, tongue circling before I scraped my teeth lightly over it. She whimpered, fingers fisting the sheets. “...yet,” she said, her lips wet, soft voice echoing in the room. My eyes snapped open, and I looked up at him hovering above me. Something hard rubbed against my cock. My hips twitched, my already-sensitive body jerking at the contact. A gasp slipped from my lips. God, I shouldn't want more. I should've been done. But the second I felt her again, my body sparked to life. I blinked down at her. She looked so devastatingly good, eyes heavy with lust. Her breast moved with rough, shallow breaths. Her clit was thick and hot against my cock, rubbing in slow circles, teasing me. She gave me a wicked smile. "Make this dream even better, Sebastian." He paused, then he arched an eyebrow, lips twitching. "Did you just say dream?” This is no dream Celestia,am here “I whispered into her ears” ...her lip harder. My eyes flicked to her mouth again. If she kept that up, I’d be tempted to break one of my rules and taste her lips. “No man’s ever really satisfied you before?” I asked. Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with desire. My hand moved closer to her pussy. “Please... please, don't ” I raised a brow. “Please what? What exactly are you begging for?” Her body arched as my finger finally brushed against her pussy slightly. “Oh-my God,” she gasped, her voice breaking like she hadn’t expected the pleasure to hit that hard. Interesting. She was even more sensitive than I’d thought. It made me curious. How long would she stay this sensitive if I kept her in my bed, fucking her every single day? How many times could I make her cum in a single night or day. I know I was already addicted to her scent and now I can't resist her body "Please... please Sebastian, put it in." Ah, fuck Sebastian make me cum so hard. I hadn't meant to give in just yet, but my body moved before my brain could catch up, I couldn't wait to be inside her. My finger slid inside her and she gasped again, eyes flying open, mouth parted like I'd just given her her first taste of heaven. My thumb moved to her lips, brushing them, then I slid my hand down over her collarbone, down her ribs, to her waist. I hooked my finger around the edge of her panties and pulled them aside, and what I saw made me pause. She was dripping wet. For a moment, I just stared. I'd seen desire before, but this was different. She was wet, her skin glistening with need, her wetness coating the inside of her thighs If I slid a finger inside her right now, or my cock, I'd sink easily. That thought alone made my jaw tighten. "I wonder..." I murmured, my voice. "What exactly got you this wet? And why are you already so sensitive?" I let my hand trail down, deliberately avoiding where she craved me. My fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, stopping before her pussy. She jolted, her hips rising instinctively, biting. Sebastian didn't let her feet touch the ground for long. His arms hooked under her thighs, cum-smeared cock still half-hard and twitching as he dragged her across the short distance to the sturdy wooden side table shoved against the far wall, its surface cluttered with empty bottles and a forgotten ashtray that clattered to the floor. The wood scraped her ass as he hoisted her onto it roughly, the edge biting into her skin with a sharp sting that made her hiss, her dress rucked up around her waist like a useless belt. Bottles tipped and rolled off with dull thuds, the acrid spill of stale beer soaking into the hem, but she didn't care her body hummed from the aftershocks, pussy still fluttering, leaking their combined mess onto the table's scarred surface. "Fuck, look at you," he rasped, voice gravelly with renewed hunger, eyes locked on the creamy trails of cum dripping from her swollen folds. He grabbed her ankles, yanking her legs up and apart, draping them over his broad shoul
Celestia povI didn’t go home immediately. I should have.But after everything that happened inside that house… I couldn’t just walk away like it didn’t matter. Angel. My stepsister.Standing beside Sebastian’s father like she belonged there. Like she had earned it.Like she hadn’t just stepped into something dangerous without looking back.I stayed outside the estate longer than I planned.Watching people leave.Watching the lights slowly dim.Trying to understand how everything had changed so quickly.“Still here?”I turned. Angel. Of course.She walked toward me slowly, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. For a second, neither of us spoke.We just looked at each other.“You didn’t look surprised,” I said. “I wasn’t,” she replied.“That makes one of us.”She stopped a few steps away.“You always underestimate people.”I let out a quiet breath.“No. I just didn’t expect you to do something like this.”“Why not?” I stared at her. “Because you know what this world is like.”
CelestiaI shouldn’t have come.The moment I stepped into the Sinclair estate, I felt it.Eyes. Whispers. Attention that didn’t belong to me—but was somehow tied to me.Priscilla walked beside me, quieter than usual.“You can still leave,” she said under her breath.I shook my head. “No.”If something was happening here, I needed to see it for myself.The main hall was already filled.Men in suits.Women in expensive dresses.All of them talking in low voices, like they were waiting for something important.“Do you know what this is about?” I asked.Priscilla hesitated. “I heard it was an announcement.”My stomach tightened.“About what?” She didn’t answer. That was enough. Across the room, I spotted him.Sebastian.Standing near the bar, speaking to one of his men.He looked the same as always.Calm.Composed.Untouchable.But the moment his eyes found mineSomething shifted..But I saw it. He excused himself immediately and walked toward me.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly.
Celestia I should have known something was wrong. The silence. The way the house felt… too still. Even Sebastian hadn’t come by that morning, and that alone made my stomach twist. Priscilla was the one to confirm my fears. She didn’t call. She showed up. The moment I opened the door and saw her face, I knew. “What happened?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. She didn’t step inside immediately. She just stood there, staring at me like she was trying to figure out how to say something she didn’t want to say. “Cel…” My chest tightened. “Just say it.” Slowly, she crossed the threshold. “I heard something this morning.” “From where?” I asked, closing the door behind her. “From someone who works close to the Sinclairs.” My stomach dropped. “What about them?” She hesitated, and that hesitation said more than words ever could. “Your name came up.” I crossed my arms instinctively. “It always does.” “Not like this.” Silence stretched between us. Heavy
Celestia The days started blending together. Not in a peaceful way but in a way that made it hard to tell where things were going. Sebastian had been showing up more. Just… there. At first, I thought it was a coincidence. Then I realized Sebastian Sinclair didn’t do coincidences. He came in the afternoons sometimes. Other times, late at night. He never stayed too long, but he never rushed either. Like he was making sure something. Or someone. Was still there. I didn’t ask. And he didn’t explain. That afternoon, he was leaning against the kitchen counter while I poured water into a glass. “You’re staying inside too much,” he said. I glanced at him. “And whose fault is that?” His expression didn’t change. “Mine, apparently.” I handed him the glass. “Apparently.” He took it but didn’t drink immediately. “You’re safer this way.” I leaned against the opposite side of the counter. “Safe isn’t the same as free.” “That’s not the point.” “It is to me.” He studied me for a mom
Celestia I woke up late, but it didn’t feel like rest. My body was still tired, but my mind hadn’t stopped working since that call. Victor Hale. Even thinking his name made something in my chest tighten. He didn’t sound like a man who made empty threats. He sounded like someone who already knew how things would end and was just waiting for me to catch up. I got out of bed slowly and walked toward the window. The street looked normal. People passing, cars moving, nothing out of place. But I didn’t trust normal anymore. My phone buzzed on the bed. I turned back and picked it up. Priscilla. “Please tell me you’re inside,” she said the moment I answered. “I am.” “Good. Because something feels off today.” I leaned against the wall. “What did you hear?” “There were people asking questions about you again.” My grip on the phone tightened. “At the club?” “Yes. But not the usual type.” I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?” “They weren’t drunk men looking for a show. They w
Celestia “You’ve become important.” Sebastian’s words stayed with me long after he left. Important. The word didn’t feel like power. It felt like danger. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone. My thoughts were everywhere—Sebastian, the men watching me, the stranger who appr
CelestiaSleep didn’t come easily that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same moment again and again.Sebastian standing in front of me.The gun. The flash.The bullet tore through his side.I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling of my tiny apartment. The dim streetlight outsid
CelestiaThe apartment felt smaller than usual.Too quiet.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the faint bruise forming on my wrist from where the Viper Syndicate man had grabbed me the night before. Everything had happened so fast.The gunshots. Sebastian getting shot. His father beat him in fr
CelestiaThe music inside New Bay Bar felt louder than usual.Or maybe it was just me.Every beat echoed inside my head as I stood near the manager’s office door, staring at the faded gold plate that read MANAGER.My hand hovered over the handle.For three years this place had been my refuge. My hi







