Sebastian Pressure X Reader Novels & Stories

Sebastian shouted for his assistant. Max entered his room immediately. "Yes sir" Max said nervously. "I want every single information about Hunter Marshall within today. And don't leave any single thing" Sebastian ordered. "Okay sir" Max said and left the room. "Time to take revenge" Sebastian whispered.

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure space was something I knew how to use anymore. That night, Leo slept in a room with a view of the sea. I sat beside him, listening to his breathing until my own finally slowed. Sebastian stood in the doorway for a long time before speaking. “I’m not here to pressure you,” he said. “I know I’ve lost the right to ask for anything. I just want you both safe.” I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Days passed quietly. Sebastian cooked breakfast burnt pancakes the first time, surprisingly edible ones the second. He read Leo stories at night, voices silly and exaggerated.

I was feeling. The pressure built low in my spine, tighter and hotter than before. My thighs trembled, my breath hitching in broken sobs every time he ground against that spot. "Sebastian, I... I can't," I gasped, my head thrashing against the pillows. It was too much. The pleasure was so sharp it was terrifying. "You can," he growled, his voice strained, sweat beading on his forehead. "You will. Let go for me, Jae. Come with me."

“We break their foundation before they touch ours. We use their hunger against them. Let them think they’re winning—until the floor collapses beneath their greed.” He let out a low laugh, full of dangerous pride. “You’ve been studying me.” I turned my head slightly, eyes glinting. “No. I’ve been evolving.” Silence. Tension. A pulse in the air that wasn’t just from the servers humming around us. Then Sebastian moved—slow, deliberate—until his breath brushed my ear. “You terrify me, Ocean,” he whispered. “And I’ve never wanted anything more.” I turned, our faces inches apart. “Good. Fear makes desire honest.”

Unlucky for Hannah Sebastian is quick to hold on to her ankle and drag her to the edge of bed, picking her up and walking back into the bathroom. "Arrghhh". Hannahs screams in panick. Sebastain puts Hannah down and pins her to the wall with his legs and starts to remove Hannah silk pj top. " What are you doing". Sebastian continues to undress Hannah, ignoring her question. "Please Stop"Hannah pleads. Sebastain has almost unbuttoned her top , when Hannah starts to sob. Sebastain looks at her flustered face and realises that he has made his point.

Caleb has to restrain him from wringing his neck. “If not, she will go insane and there’s nothing we can do about it if she was in that stage now,” Sebastian said before Xavier was rubbing his mouth. Caleb listened to their conversation. “Do you have any idea who her mate is?” Sebastian asked before Xavier turned to look at the doctor. His sister never told him that she had found her mate. He sighed. “No,” ‘Then, I suggest you find him fast before it gets worse,” Sebastian said before he patted his shoulder. Xavier nodded at him before the doctor went out of the room and talked with his sister. They were taking their leave before Caleb turned to look at him.

A line drawn. Sebastian looked down at her, eyes unreadable. “You don’t get to dictate that unilaterally.” “I just did.” For a beat, neither moved. Power pressed against power, neither yielding, neither willing to be the first to blink. The vineyard hummed below them, oblivious. Then Sebastian reached out for her wrist, his grip was firm, grounding, his thumb brushing once over her pulse. “You’re shaking,” he said. “I’m angry,” she snapped back. “Same thing, when you’re cornered.”

Neither option is what Bastian wants. Renata closed her eyes. Bastian's kiss this time felt warm and made her heart beat very fast. She doesn't know how the man in front of her feels, but Renata herself realizes there is still a little feeling in her heart for Bastian. If their relationship was not based on resentment and hatred, perhaps Renata would be the happiest woman to be the wife of Sebastian. The man of her dreams ***

So close, Sebastian looked like a god, his sky-colored eyes like rain clouds examining every awkward movement of mine. He didn’t laugh or move. He remained of stone, forcing me to look up at him from time to time. His lips were dangerously close again, causing storms in me that were hard to control. If he could read my thoughts, he would have found the hunger with which I wanted him to kiss me again, to relive that moment in the alley, when in his arms the world seemed so insignificant and invisible. But from that destructive passion was suddenly born regret, and I pushed him away. It was a game of chance, a Russian roulette from which maybe next time I will not escape and all my fantasies w

Instead, I crept forward quietly, staying in the shadows between two tall barrels. What I saw made my heart pound so hard I thought it might burst. Sebastian had a beautiful woman pressed against one of the big oak barrels. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. His pants were open, and he was fucking her hard from behind. His thick cock slammed deep inside her with every powerful thrust. The woman gripped the barrel tight, her head thrown back in pleasure. She screamed out each time he drove into her. “Take it,” Sebastian growled, his voice rough and full of heat. “That’s it. Let me hear how much you need this cock.”