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, bitingCelestiaThe 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 hiding place. The one place where I had control over my life.But last night had changed everything.Sebastian Sinclair had changed everything.I inhaled slowly and pushed the door open.Mr. Grant looked up from his desk, adjusting his glasses when he saw me.“Celestia? You're early. Your shift doesn’t start for another hour.”“I know,” I said quietly.Something in my voice must have sounded different because his expression shifted.He leaned back in his chair.“What’s wrong?”I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.“I’m quitting.”The silence that followed was thick.Mr. Grant blinked. “You’re… what?”“I’m leaving.”He studied my face carefully like he was searching for the punchline.
Celestia“I don’t think you should get too relaxed just yet.”His voice drifted through the room, low and smooth, pulling me out of the haze that had swallowed my senses moments ago.I blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling above Sebastian’s bed. My wrists were still loosely tied to the headboard with the black tie, and my body felt heavy in the most unfamiliar way—like every muscle had melted and reformed.My heart was still beating too fast.Sebastian’s silhouette shifted beside the bed. I turned my head slightly, watching him as he moved around the room with effortless confidence, like this space belonged entirely to him.Which… it did.The realization sent a small wave of embarrassment through me.I tugged lightly at the tie around my wrists. Not enough to escape, just enough to remind myself it was there.“Are you going to untie me?” I asked quietly.He paused at the foot of the bed, his gaze sweeping over me again in that intense way that made my stomach twist.“You sound calmer
Celestia My whole body froze.It felt as if something had entered me and ripped through everything I thought I knew about pleasure and about myself."Fuck." The word tumbled from my lips as my head fell back against the pillow, spine arching slightly. My thighs trembled, and every muscle in my stomach clenched tight, like I was burning from the inside out.He paused above me. That gorgeous, unreadable man's brow furrowed slightly, like something unexpected had just clicked into place."Are you a virgin?" he asked, his voice low.I stared up at him, vision slightly blurry, blinking back the tears that had gathered in my eyes. I didn't know if they were from the stretch or the sudden rush of pleasureAnd what kind of question was that? Why the hell was he asking? While still inside me, his fingers still moved in that spot that had my heart jumping for more with every passing second?I was too ashamed to answer, I knew he wouldn’t push further unless I spoke, and somehow that made it wo
In 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
Weeks had passed since I last saw Sebastian. He hadn’t come around the club, and according to the manager, the same mysterious man hadn’t reached out. No messages, no calls, nothing. I didn’t know what was happening in the city, but I was aware of the danger. Sebastian’s family the Sinclair were notorious, part of the mafia elite, and they had enemies on the West Coast trying to claim their territory. That night, I was returning home from the club alone. Priscilla had gone to her boyfriend’s place, leaving me to navigate the streets in the darkness. When I reached the entrance to my flat, I froze. Sebastian was there. Lying in a pool of blood. Shock froze my limbs. Fear clawed at my chest. I dropped my bag and rushed to him, lifting him into my arms as best I could. Panic surged. I didn't know what to do, who to call. I grabbed my first aid kit, desperate, and began to stop the bleeding. His hands were cold as ice, his skin pale against the red stains, and for a moment, I thought h
That night, I stayed with Priscilla, crashing at her place while I figured out my own apartment. But sleep refused to come. My mind kept replaying every moment the way Sebastian looked at me, his dangerous gaze lingering like it had burned into my very spine. I had done everything they asked at the club, but no one could have prepared me for the storm of emotions swirling inside me. By morning, I dragged myself to work at the coffee shop. The smell of fresh espresso did nothing to calm my restless mind. Priscilla chattered as usual, trying to fill the air with mundane stories, but I barely heard her. My thoughts kept cycling back to him, his touch, the heat of his stare, even the memory of that fleeting kiss. Then, the small TV behind the counter caught my attention. CBS was reporting live: the Sinclair family had returned to town. Brothers? My heart skipped a beat. I thought Sebastian was the only son and heir. Nobody had ever seen him up close like I had like I had. And now they







