جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

CELESTINAThe moment Donovan left, Sevastian didn’t waste time. His grip on my waist loosened, but his authoritative presence lingered. He led me down a corridor to the club’s VIP room. As soon as the heavy doors swung open, my stomach churned. The room was large, lavish, and stifling.A massive rectangular table dominated the space, surrounded by men whose gazes immediately locked on Sevastian. The moment they saw him, they rose in unison, a show of respect that seemed almost ritualistic. Their eyes flickered to me briefly, confusion mingling with curiosity, but no one dared to speak just yet.I scanned the room, my gaze inevitably landing on Donovan. He was seated farther down the table, watching me silently, his expression unreadable. Something in his stare unsettled me, but I quickly buried the feeling beneath a mask of indifference. As I quickly ignored Donovan’s existence, I immediately notice Sevastian’s presence. He pulled me a chair. There's only one chair here and if i

SEVASTIAN I sat on the edge of the bed, the ripped fabric of Celestina’s dress clutched in my hands. Slowly and methodically, I tied it around my wounded leg, pulling it tight enough to stem the bleeding. The sting was sharp, but it barely registered. Suddenly, my attention was caught by Celestina’s confusion etched across her face.Her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at me, her brows furrowed. “Why haven’t you treated that yet?” She asked, her voice tinged with irritation. “You had plenty of time when I got out first in the car.”I smirked, leaning back slightly as I knotted the makeshift bandage. “Why?” I repeated, letting the word hang in the air for a moment before meeting her eyes. “Because darling, I wanted you to feel guilty.”Her reaction was priceless. A mixture of anger and disbelief flickered across her face, her lips parting as if to retort, but no words came immediately. “Guilty? For what?” Finally, she found her voice.“For this,” I replied smoothly, gestu

CELESTINAI stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me with enough force to rattle the frame. My breaths came in sharp, shallow bursts, and my hands trembled as I gripped the edge of the sink. The cool porcelain steadied me, but only slightly.Sevastian was insane. Truly, utterly insane. No man in his right mind would behave the way he did. Teasing, taunting, and pushing me to the brink of losing control. And yet, somehow, I couldn’t shake him. The memory of his lips on mine, the intensity in his eyes, and the way he took what he wanted without apology clung to me like a brand.I glanced up at the mirror and froze. My reflection stared back at me, a mess of disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and smudged lipstick. The sight should’ve angered me more. However, it made something twist deep inside me, something I didn’t want to acknowledge and I refuse to name this damn feeling. My fingers brushed against my lips, the faint stain of his kiss still lingering. It was maddening.

SEVASTIAN“You allow me to fuck you but refuse to submission?” I asked, my voice low and laced with challenge, my eyes locked on hers. “Isn’t it the same thing, mia cara? Giving yourself to me is like admitting you’ll be under me.”Her lips curled into a sharp, mocking smile as she leaned in closer, her intoxicating scent clouding my senses. “Honey,” she said, her tone sweet yet cutting, “Fucking is different from submitting. We fuck because we desire each other and slaves to our lust. But submitting?” She scoffed like a dagger meant to wound. “That will never happen.”Her hand reached up, encircling around my neck, her fingers brushing lightly at the back of my hair before she tugged me closer to her. Her breath, warm and inviting, clashed with mine as our faces were only inches apart. She didn’t say a word, she just stared at my eyes. I couldn’t help but to tease her. “So,” I murmured, my lips curving into a grin, “Are you admitting you also desire me?”Her smirk deepened, a dan

CELESTINAI woke up alone. The sunlight streaming through the curtains stung my eyes, and the stillness of the room left an unpleasant hollow in my chest. I bolted upright, my heart thudding, and scanned the space. No sign of Sevastian. Not even the faintest trace of his scent or warmth.The absence of his presence shouldn’t have bothered me, it didn’t, I told myself. But the tightening in my chest betrayed the lie. I shoved the covers away and swung my legs off the bed, frustration already prickling under my skin, That’s when I saw it.A Louis Vuitton bag, neatly perched at the foot of the bed, taunting me with its designer logo. I was about to reach it when suddenly I came to a halt when I saw my reflection on the mirror full of red marks. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I ran a hand through my tangled hair. Of course Sevastian Ortega always had to leave his mark, even in his absence.“Huh. What am I to him? A possession? A bed warmer?” I hissed to the empty room.Anger boile