Dangerous Craving

  Victoria told herself that she would stay home that night.

She really tried.

She sat in her studio for hours, staring at the canvas, forcing herself to paint something - anything - that wasn’t Sebastian. But her hand kept drawing him. His eyes. His hands. His cock. The sketches were getting darker and more obsessive. She finally threw the brush down in frustration.

Her phone lit up.

Sebastian: Come to me tonight. I need you.

She stared at the message in a haze of emotions for almost ten minutes. Her body was already responding - her nipples were tight and her pussy was getting wet just from reading his words.

She hated how weak she was becoming.

At eleven thirty, she was standing outside his villa in a short silk dress with nothing underneath. The moment Sebastian opened the door, he didn’t say a word. He just pulled her inside, slammed the door, and pushed her against it.

His kiss was rough and hungry. Like he had been starving for her all day.

“I knew you would come,” he growled in masculine desire against her mouth.

“Good girl.”

He then lifted her up like she weighed nothing. Victoria wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the living room. He seemed to be heading to the bedroom, but they didn’t make it there.

He set her on the edge of the grand piano and dropped to his knees.

In one move, he pushed her dress up and buried his face between her thighs. Victoria cried out. His tongue was merciless - licking her soaked folds, sucking hard on her clit, and fucking her with his tongue until her legs were shaking.

“Sebastian ... Fuck ..."

He added two thick fingers, curling them perfectly while his mouth worked her clit. Victoria came hard within minutes, gripping his hair and moaning his name so loudly she was sure the staff could hear.

But knowing him, she didn’t expect him to stop and he did not. 

He stood up, freed his hard cock, and thrust into her in one deep stroke. The piano shook under them as he fucked her hard and fast.

His hand was around her throat, not squeezing too tight, but just enough to make her feel owned.

“You’re addicted to me, aren’t you?” he rasped, pounding into her.

“You can’t stay away.”

“Yes,” she moaned, tears of pleasure in her eyes.

“I’m addicted.”

He made her come again like that - bent over his grand piano, legs spread wide, his cock destroying her in the best way. Then he carried her to the bedroom and took her two more times. Once slow and deep while staring into her eyes. Once with her riding him, his hands gripping her ass as he told her she belonged to him.

By the time they finished, Victoria was exhausted, sore, and completely satisfied once again. She was growing to expect this from him, but even worse, her body was growing a bit too addicted to the feeling. 

She lay on his chest afterward, listening to his heartbeat, when her eyes drifted to his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with a new message.

She shouldn’t have looked, but she did.

The preview showed:

Lily Carter: We need to talk. The Marco Vale story is starting to surface again. Handle it. Or I will.

Victoria’s blood ran cold.

Lily Carter.

The fallen chef - Marco Vale.

Sebastian’s arm tightened around her. He was still awake.

“Did you see that?” he asked, his voice suddenly low and dangerous.

Victoria froze.

Sebastian slowly sat up, his eyes dark. The warm, loving man from minutes ago was gone. In his place was someone colder. Someone she had never seen before.

“Victoria,” he said quietly,

“I told you curiosity can be dangerous.”

He reached for his phone and turned the screen off. Then he looked at her with an intensity that made her heart race with both fear and twisted excitement.

“Some things are better left in the dark, baby.”

The way he said it sent a chill down her spine.

For the first time since she met him, Victoria felt real fear.

But the scariest part of it all was that even with that fear…

She still wanted him.

And she wasn’t sure she could stop herself from digging deeper.