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Sebastian stares at him a moment longer, relishing it. He rifles for his clothes, but a picture of a much younger River captures his attention. Sebastian strides over to the small table, and grabs his underwear. He puts it on, all while keeping his eyes glued to the framed picture, on the top shelf of the computer desk. River seemed to be at least thirteen years of age, in the picture. There was an innocent glint of excitement in River's eyes, but also a deep sadness that everyone seemed to disregard. So much loneliness that Sebastian could feel it, and sympathize. There was a smile on River's face, that displays his projection of a happy thought and even though Sebastian was conscious of it

"Why, Baby?" Sebastian asks without feeling guilty. He increases the vibration speed of the vibrator. Occasionally, Sebastian presses the device deeper. Pulling it out slowly, then pushing it in with a strong thrust. He repeats this several times because of Fathia's increasing moans. Her breasts also sway tantalizingly, and Sebastian gives them a slightly firmer squeeze. Feeling a bit impatient. "I... ah... ah... Daddy..." Fathia feels like she can't take it anymore, feeling how the device moves. Her womanhood is pulsating more, but... "Sebastian!"

com/GI7DiCk679i I clicked on the photo and there were tons of sexy women together with Khaleel, PJ, Sebastian, and the Twins. They were having a foam party as they were holding glasses of drinks and women on their side. I stare at Sebastian, and he had his arm around a sexy brunette who was sitting on top of him while she wears a plunging top that shows off her huge boobs. I sigh as I look at Sebastian's face who seemed to love what the woman was doing to him on that photo. I thought clubs and partying weren't his type of crowd. I exited the photo and saw a recent tweet coming from Benedict.

Sebastian shrugged and turned away from him. “You can have all the likes on I*******m,” Sebastian scoffed. “All I care about is all these cool sheets and weapons. Nothing’s better than a good sleep and an even better fight after waking up from that good sleep. Don’t you agree?” “I’m not the biggest fan of fights,” Jon frowned. “But those weapons look pretty cool. They might need a shade of pink around some corners though. I could help you with that yeah?” “Everything doesn’t need a shade of pink,” Sebastian eyed him. “Don’t even touch anything in my room.”

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~ Liam ~ "You truly figure I ought to?" I ask, looking into Sebastian's destructive serious eyes. "Indeed, we don't believe your fans should blacklist the club since you're not there any longer," he answers obviously, "along these lines, you can manage them yourself." "Fine," I huff, "yet you better not sell off me off stealthily while I'm there. I know you... you'll a tad of additional money." Sebastian is our moneyman, efficient with a wild side. I have no clue about why the young ladies like him. They can see that the green rolls of paper in their grasp bid more to him than they do.

“YES.” “No.” “Mommy.” “Poppy.” “This might be for my mental health.” “It’s a plastic castle, not therapy.” Sebastian stood near the entrance, hands in the pockets of his dark gray sweatpants, his dark hair still slightly damp after his shower, his plain white T-shirt far too simple for someone who still managed to look like an expensive watch ad without wearing a watch. He looked at the box, then at me. “She lost a Barbie in a dinosaur attack,” he said.

But even as I drifted off, his image lingered in my mind, a shadow I couldn’t escape. Sebastian D'Angelo . Mysterious, handsome, and completely out of reach. Yet, in the quiet darkness of my room, I couldn’t help but wonder – what if? Dear Readers, If you’re enjoying Sebastian's Obsession, your support means the world to me. Every like, comment, and share motivates me to keep creating. Thank you for being a part of this journey. Stay tuned for more twists and turns, and I hope you continue to love the story!

“I stand corrected.” I sat beside Ace on the blanket, watching my two worlds — past pain and present peace — converge in the shape of a man sculpting a lopsided sand pegasus for the child who had stolen his entire heart. Ace crawled off my lap and plopped himself beside Storm, handing her a small seashell. “Wing.” Storm slapped it on the pegasus. “Perfect.” Sebastian looked at me, a soft laugh escaping him. “See? I’m an artist.”

He questions as his thumb rubs my clit while fingers move in and out of me. “You, I want you. Now!” I half shout as a moan escapes me. Sebastian's one hand yanks a fist full of my hair as he pulls my head back. “You don’t make the demands, Little Reaper. Only I do. Now say please, and I might just give you what you want.” He commands as he applies slight pressure to my clit. “Please,” I beg as a moan escapes me. “Please what, Little Reaper?” He probes as he brings me closer to the edge as his fingers move roughly in and out of me while his thumb rubs my clit with slight pressure.