No Way Out

Victoria couldn’t breathe.

She stood frozen in front of Sebastian, his cum still slowly dripping down her inner thighs, while his dark eyes watched her like he was a predator studying his prey.

“I… I didn’t mean to ...” she started, but the lie died in her throat as she spoke. 

Sebastian stepped closer. He was still half-hard, his cock glistening from being inside her. The contrast between the filthy intimacy of moments ago and the coldness in his eyes in the present moment made her feel dizzy.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said quietly.

“I have cameras in my study, Victoria. I watched you go through my desk like you were a little detective.”

Her stomach dropped.

He knew everything.

Sebastian reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was soft, almost loving, but his voice was ice.

“You saw the emails. The photos. The truth about Marco Vale.”

He tilted his head.

“Tell me… how does it feel knowing the man who fucks you so well destroyed someone to get where he is?”

Victoria’s legs trembled. She suddenly felt different instincts pulling at her. One wanted to run. The other wanted to slap him. But more than all of this, she wanted him to pull her close and tell her it wasn’t true.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

Sebastian smiled. It wasn’t warm.

“Good. You should be.”

He pulled her against his chest and kissed her forehead, and then her lips - slow and deep, like he still owned her.

Victoria hated herself for kissing him back. Her body still craved him even now.

When he pulled away, his expression hardened again.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said.

“You’re going to delete every photo you took. You’re going to stop asking questions. And you’re going to be mine completely - no more sneaking around, no more digging. If you do that… I’ll protect you and I will give you everything.”

He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip.

“But if you keep going… I won’t just hurt you, Victoria. I’ll destroy everything you love."

He paused, as if to make a dramatic point.

"Your career. Your reputation. Your name. I’ll make sure the world sees you as just another obsessed woman who could not handle me.”

Victoria felt tears burn in her eyes.

Sebastian leaned in until his lips brushed her ear.

“And then I’ll still fuck you whenever I want… because you won’t be able to stay away.”

He then stepped back, giving her space. His voice became softer again, almost gentle.

“Go home tonight. Think about it. I’ll give you until tomorrow night to decide.”

Victoria left his villa in a hypnotized daze.

The car ride home felt like a funeral procession. She kept replaying everything that she had witnessed - the emails, the naked photo of him and Lily, the cold way he had warned her to back off from investigating. Her body was still sore from how hard he had fucked her, and yet she was wet again just from the memory of his voice.

She hated herself for it.

When she got back to her loft, she sat on the floor surrounded by printed screenshots she had made earlier. Lily Carter’s lyrics played on loop from her speaker:

“He cooks for me in the kitchen…

Burned the old one down just to light the way for you, my star…”

Victoria cried silently. She was in love with a monster.

And the worst part was… she didn’t know if she could give him up.

Sometime around 3 AM, her phone rang.

It was an unknown number. Victoria answered it with a shaky hand.

A woman’s voice came through - it was smooth, elegant, and dripping with confidence. 

“Victoria Stone,” the woman purred.

“I hear you’ve been asking about me.”

Victoria’s blood turned to ice.

“I’m Lily Carter,” the voice continued.

“And I think it’s time that we had a little talk about the man that we both love.”

The line went dead.

Victoria dropped her phone like it burned her. She stared at the wall, her heart hammering too loudly, and a fresh bout of tears streaming down her face.

Sebastian wasn’t the only dangerous person in this game.

Lily Carter was watching too.

And Victoria had just walked straight into the fire with both eyes open.