Page 24 of Ravage

"As you wish, Miss Delphine."

He allows me to drag him out through the door at the rear of the room that leads to the service elevator. Once we're on the other side of the closed door, he grips my arms. Turning me swiftly, he pushes me so that my chest and face are pressed against the door. He plunges his fingers inside me.

"Already wet? What have you been up to, Miss Delphine?" I can hear the smirk in his voice, but I have no intention of telling him anything.

"Please, sir. Just fuck me. I need it. I need you."

He pauses, and I know he's trying to work out if I've been hurt by someone out there. To understand why I'm begging him like this.

But I have no intention of telling him about what happened with Cam. That he made me feel things I've never felt before.

Things that I refuse to feel ever again.

So I press my arse back into his crotch and rub.

He chuckles darkly. "Okay Miss Delphine. I'll fuck you how you need."

I stay where I am as he undoes his pants and rolls on the condom he'd pulled from his pocket. Once he's done, he grabs my hips and slams into me.

Relief courses through me as he sets a punishing pace.

"Is this hard enough for you?" He grinds out.

"More. Please, sir."

He pulls out and shoves a finger inside me, coating it with moisture. He slams his cock back into me at the same time as he pushes his finger into my tight, puckered hole.

"Is this what you needed, dirty girl?"

I moan, closing my eyes. "Yes, sir."

His hips slam into my arse-cheeks over and over as he works a second finger into my arse.

Yes! This is what I need!

I drive my hips back, meeting him thrust for forceful thrust, as we race towards release together.

We come as one, and I cry out as the orgasm rolls through me.

Once he's recovered, Sebastian pulls away, and I turn to face him, leaning against the door and taking a few deep breaths.

He discards the condom in the bin near the door before zipping his pants back up.

He crosses his arms, his stance wide as he surveys me with a concerned expression. "Do I want to know what that was all about?"

I swallow hard and shake my head. "I'm fine."

His intense blue eyes don't leave my face, studying me like I'm a puzzle that needs to be solved.

When it becomes obvious that I'm not going to elaborate, he nods. "If you say so. But if someone hurt you, you need to tell me."

"No one hurt me. You know I'd tell you if something like that happened. I'm fine, really."

He sighs, running a hand over his face. "Alright. Are you going back in?" He nods towards the door behind me.

I shake my head. "No, I'm done." I collect my dress from the floor, and slide my arms into the sleeves before zipping it up.

I can tell he wants to demand I tell him what's wrong, but I only submit to him in the bedroom. My personality won't allow it in everyday life, and he would never push. He continues to look at me, his jaw muscles tense.