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He hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me, making me cry out.
“Good girl.” He grins against my neck. “Let me hear how much you enjoy being fucked by the one you hate.”
My peak is building with each scrape of his cock, and one of his hands descends between us, finding my clit. He rubs rough circles around it.
“That’s it, princess,” he rasps against my ear. “Come for me.”
On command, my body tenses and then shatters. He locks his lips with mine, and I give in to the desire that has haunted our every interaction, that has burned a secret path through the darkest corners of myheart, stealing my breath and my sanity. My inner walls flutter around him, riding out the high.
He grips my hips, his thumbs digging into my flesh, and fucks me harder, his cock sliding in and out of me before he lets out a guttural groan, the sound vibrating against my lips. His hips stutter, and his rhythm falters as he fills me with his hot and thick cum.
He rests his forehead against mine, our breath mingling in the scant space between us.
I’m not sure if this is love or hate, pleasure or pain. “I’ll never be able to resist you, will I?”
He chuckles, the sound dark and bitter. “No. Just like I can’t resist you.” His thumb traces my lower lip, his touch gentler than it has any right to be.
“What now?” I ask.
“I don’t know. But I know I can’t let you go again.”
“I don’t know if I can trust you again.”
“Seems like we’re back to square one.”
“Yeah. Seems like it.”
Slowly, he lowers my legs back to the floor, slipping out of me. I wince slightly at the loss.
“You okay?” He tucks himself away.
I nod, adjusting my slip and smoothing my rumpled dress. My body thrums with satisfaction, but my mind is a mess. I feel empty and used, my heart aching with the weight of what we’ve done.
I can’t meet his gaze. I’m afraid of what I might see there. Regret? Pity? Or worse, indifference?
“Sebastian, I—”
Footsteps approach, and seconds later, Serena rounds the corner. “There you are!” Her gaze flicks between us. “Did I interrupt something?”
“Not at all,” I say.
“You are.” Sebastian faces Serena. “What is it?”
“Your father tried to reach you. Something about the investors.”
Of course. I let out a bitter chuckle.
“I’ll call him later. Go back inside.” His eyes harden as she remains still. “Now.”
Her lips curve up. “Touchy.” She turns and leaves, an awkward silence falling over us.
“You wanted to say something?” he asks.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Lil.” His hands clutch my face, tilting it up. “Look at me.”
I lift my eyes to his, tears pricking the corners. The anger from before has vanished, replaced by something far more dangerous. I hear them scratching and pounding against the door.