Break Me (14 page)

I gasped, my eyes going wide as he took my fingers into his mouth and sucked them. He moaned, his tongue peeking out to lick the juices off of my hand. “Fuck, little one.”

I smiled. The sound of the TV turning off and putting me into pitch blackness made me jump. Now I definitely couldn’t see anything. “Sebastian. Seriously?”

There was no response. “I’m not a fan of the dark, you know. You never know what’s lurking in it.”

Still no response. I reached out, feeling for him, but he was no longer beside me. I rose to my feet and was almost instantly attacked from behind, Sebastian pushing me up against the back of the couch.

My breathing was labored as his hands travelled up my body and under the hem of my shirt. “Do you always sleep in just a T-shirt?” Sebastian whispered in my ear.

“Now I do,” I moaned. “It’s better access.”

“For who, little one?”

He knew the answer already. I smiled. “For you, Sebastian.”

A deep growl erupted from his throat. “I’d say. I guess I should come over more often then.”

My heart jumped at that, and I leaned back against him as he continued running his hands up my body.

“I take it you would like that?” He chuckled.

“Yes…please…”

“I enjoyed watching you touch yourself, little one.”

I smiled. “I thought you would.”

He sighed. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” His voice was low, and it no longer carried the playfulness from just a second ago. His calloused hands smoothed down my torso, thumbs grazing my nipples.

I leaned back harder and ground my ass into his hips, feeling him harden against me.

He groaned.

I smiled. I loved having that control, and I loved the way he made me feel…alive. Like a woman who had unleashed her inner animal.

Turning in his arms, I lifted my T-shirt off of me.

His eyes travelled over my naked form, kneeling before him.

I brought my hand up to his cheek and ran my thumb over his full bottom lip, him kissing it as it moved.

“Little one…” he whispered. His hands moved down my back and cupped my ass, squeezing and pulling me against him.

I linked my hands around his neck and brought his mouth down to mine. The kiss was slow and tender at first, very different from the other times. Something was off with him, but I couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

His tongue entered my mouth slowly, as if he were asking for permission. I moaned, but his kiss felt…emotional. He moved from my mouth to my jaw and down my neck, trailing light, hot kisses along the way. Grabbing my breast in a large hand, he kneaded and lowered his mouth to it.

I cried out as his tongue circled my nipple, making me arch against him.

Lifting his head, he grabbed my jaw and placed a rough kiss on my lips.

“Sebastian.”

He looked down at me and turned me, placing my hands on the back of the couch.

My heart thumped against my chest as I heard a belt buckle loosen and a zipper go down.

I looked behind me and saw Sebastian standing naked behind me, looking at me as if he wanted to devour my very soul. His hooded eyes drank up my naked postorgasmic body, and he took a step toward me. “Hold on, little one.”

I turned around and tightened my hold on the back of the couch as he came up behind me.

Wrapping an arm around my middle, he lifted me. Running his hand up my body to my neck, he held my jaw and stuck his finger in my mouth.

I lightly sucked it and gasped as he thrust his cock in me.

He grunted and pounded into me from behind as he held onto my jaw. When he finally released me, he ran his hand through the back of my hair, making goose bumps coat my skin.

“Sebastian.”

He groaned, holding onto my hips, and continued to fuck me against the couch.

I cried out as euphoria spread through my body, igniting my blood on fire.

"That's it. Come for me, baby." His hips picked up speed, lengthening my climax. Sebastian’s orgasm followed soon after as he shook against me.

Turning me, he wrapped my legs around his waist. I straddled his lap and rested my head against his chest and sighed.

“Did you like that, little one?”

I lifted my head. “I always like it, Sebastian. Actually, I think
like
isn’t even the right word.”

He chuckled and then looked serious, as if he was thinking about something.

“What’s wrong?” I asked quietly.

He looked down at me but still didn’t answer my question.

I frowned. “Sebastian, I think I know you well enough by now to know when something’s wrong.”

His face was cast in the dim shadow of the moonlight but I could still see him clearly enough to know that something was tugging at his emotions. His hands dug into my ass, and I groaned.

I gasped. “Stop…trying to…distract me.”

Instead of answering, his one hand went up to my neck and pulled my mouth down to his.

I tried resisting. I really wanted to know what was wrong, but my body gave into its desires, and I gave up. “Sebastian.”

Our mouths moved together as our tongues danced. Panting, I lifted my mouth from his. “I want to feel you.”

His breath hitched as I slowly moved between his legs. “Like what you see, little one?” he asked.

Ah, now there was the man I’d grown to like. I wrapped my hand around his cock and smiled to myself when it hardened under me.

“Little one.” He placed his head back on the couch and closed his eyes, his chest pumping up and down.

I rose to my knees, still stroking him, and licked his bottom lip.

His tongue peeked out.

I bit his lip before covering his mouth with mine. A deep groan rose from his throat, and I smiled against his lips. Releasing him, I took that as my chance, so I moved off his lap and before he knew what I was doing, I had him in my mouth.

“Oh shiiiiit.”

I released him with a pop and brought him back in, taking him to the back of my throat. I could taste myself on him, the acidity warming my tongue. Moving my hand with my mouth, I released him again.

He groaned and I smiled. The way his body responded to my touch made me feel powerful and in control. It was exhilarating, and now I understood why he enjoyed being the dominating one so much.

Licking underneath the veined muscle and all the way to the top and around the head, I closed my mouth over him one more time, relaxed my throat and took him all the way in.

“Little one, God…where did you learn to do that?”

I smiled around his cock and kept stroking him, devouring him with my mouth.

“Shit, Tori, get up here and fuck me now.”

Now that’s what I wanted to hear. I released him from my mouth, jumped up, straddled him and hovered over his rigid cock.

“What do you want, Sebastian?” I asked, purring.

“Little one, you do not want to fucking play this game with me right now.”

“No?” I pouted. “And why not?”

“Because I am the creator of this game, and I will own you.” He grabbed my hips, lifted me, and dropped me on him, filling me completely and making us groan.

I cried out as he lifted me up and down on his cock. I wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers running through his hair.

“You like that?”

“Oh…yes…” I cried out as he held my hips, thrusting faster into me.

Bringing one hand up to my neck, he pulled my mouth down on his, tongue diving in between my lips.

“Fuck…little one,” he said against my mouth. His other hand went to my ass and squeezed as I continued to ride him.

I cried out when it moved to my clit, and I jumped as he rubbed it.

He rubbed it harder, pressing the swollen nub.

I released his mouth and looked into his dark eyes. We both panted as our bodies moved together.

The desire and affection I saw in his eyes ignited my blood. I realized then that I was falling in love with Sebastian Chelios.

Chapter 15

Lifting me, he laid me down on the couch, our bodies still attached, moving and writhing as one. A sheen of sweat coated our skin, making us slick.

Placing a hand under my knee, he pushed it up to my chest as he moved in me. His hips thrust slowly, pulling out almost completely and then driving back in, filling me to the brim. I loved the feel of him inside me, and I couldn’t get enough. I was falling in love with him, and I wasn’t sure how to deal with that, but at that moment I would just enjoy the way he was making use of my body.

Each time he lowered back into me, an orgasm brewed, rising to the top, waiting to explode from my core. “Oh my…fuck.” My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure coursed through my body.

He chuckled and kissed my knee. “You swear like a dude.”

I laughed. “I’ve had a great…” I gasped as he picked up momentum. “…teacher.”

The orgasm erupted from my body, shattering my bones, leaving me quaking under him as I screamed his name.

“Little one, God…” Sebastian shook above me as he released into me. He quivered and twitched. 

I was getting comfortable with him. It was familiar. I was starting to know what he liked, what made him tick, and it sent nervous butterflies soaring through me.

He slowed his hips down and covered my mouth with his. Biting and pulling my bottom lip, he sent shivers down my body.

I moaned against his mouth, and he lifted his head, a small smile on his lips.

He let go of my knee, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping us connected. Running a hand down my cheek, he kissed me again. “I could kiss you forever,” he whispered.

My stomach flipped, and I ran my hands down his back, grazing over the many scars on his body. 

He kissed me again before raising himself off me.

I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around my naked body, lying back down on my couch.

“Does this pull into…holy shit.”

I sat up straight and looked down and saw my cat rubbing his body up against Sebastian’s leg. “What? Oh, that’s Rooster.”

Sebastian looked at me, amusement in his eyes. “He’s fucking huge.”

I laughed and pointed at my cat. “I think he likes you, which is odd, ’cause he doesn’t like anyone except for me.”

“Well, I’m glad he likes me. Now, does this pull into a bed?”

I nodded.

Sebastian leaned down and petted Rooster on the head. His muscles moved and stretched, rippling over his bones. He looked up at me, eyes blazing, and he smirked as I watched him.

I cleared my throat. “Yes, this is a couch bed. You just have to…”

He pulled it out from the wall, turning it from a couch to a bed. The bed lowered with added weight as he moved under the covers beside me. He didn’t ask to spend the night, but he didn’t need to. He already knew that I would have said yes. Wrapping an arm around me, he pulled me closer to him.

I closed my eyes as questions clouded my brain.

As he covered one of my breasts with a large hand, I curled into him.

“Sebastian?” I said, opening my eyes.

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad Rooster likes you.”

“Even if he didn’t, he’d have to get used to me,” he said against my neck.

“Oh, and why’s that?”

He kissed my head. “’Cause I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

I bit my lower lip, heart fluttering in my chest. "I'm glad. So..."

He chuckled. "Do we need to put a label on it?"

I frowned. I wanted to. I wanted to know where this thing with us was going. Maybe it was just sex for him, but for me it was becoming more. "Well, no but..."

He grabbed my chin and placed a soft kiss on my lips and then my nose. "Little one, there's no one else I want. Not anymore. Does that answer your question?"

My heart swelled. "Yes, but we…we need to talk…about…”

Running a hand over my side, he pulled me back against him, intertwining his legs with mine. “I know, but not right now. I want to enjoy this moment with you, little one.”

“Okay, but Jose said…”

“Little one, please do not ruin this moment by mentioning that fucker’s name,” Sebastian said, his voice turning cold.

“I’m sorry, but there’s just something I need to tell you.” I tried pleading.

Grabbing my chin again, he turned my head toward his and stared into my eyes intently. His face was cast in dark moonlight but I could see the still-lingering emotional turmoil written in his expression, and it broke my heart. A moment later, he placed a soft kiss on my lips, and I turned back around. He pulled me toward him and kissed my shoulder. “Go to sleep, little one.”

I sighed and closed my eyes, my
I love you
going unsaid. I then fell asleep to the rhythmic beat of his heart.

*** 

I opened my eyes a couple of hours later to the sun shining in my apartment. Warmth spread through me when I realized that Sebastian was still lying beside me. My thoughts went back to last night. My muscles ached from being well used.

I could feel his walls breaking down and that he was slowly letting me in. I didn’t know much about the man, but I did know that he was very secretive. We never talked, really. It was mostly physical between us, but I knew that I was falling in love with him in spite of that.

Maybe it was the physical attraction I felt toward him that I was in love with. I wasn’t sure, but either way I knew that I felt something strong for him.

Every time we were out, he had to be touching me in some way, especially if we were around Brett or Jose. He seemed territorial…possessive even, but I loved it. Craved it. It let me know that no matter who was around, I was his and only his. Was I his only though? He was gorgeous. He could get any woman he wanted, and yet there he was with me.

I didn’t expect him to be on the same emotional level as me, but I think I wanted to pursue this relationship or whatever it was that we had further with him. He said he wanted no one else, but what did that mean exactly? I was the only one for him? I guessed that was a start at least. I knew we eventually had to talk about this, but right now, I would savor this moment.

His breathing was deep and even while he continued to sleep.

I ran my fingers over his arm that was under my head. He had a lot of tattoos, but the one that stood out the most was
amore
written in beautiful cursive on his inner wrist. What made him get
love
in Italian tattooed to his skin? Was it for a woman? I swallowed past the twinge of jealousy that rose in me and turned onto my back.