Page 70 of Blood and Thorns

“You’re mine to fuck.” His head dipped closer, lips impossibly close. “Mine to own.”

“No,” I managed to push out.

Sebastian smiled, the expression savage. “Shall we take a visit to dear old dad instead?”

I bit at his hand, using my entire weight to shove him away. I would’ve made more progress with hitting a brick wall. Hisfingers tightened, taking away my oxygen and forcing me up onto my toes. I scratched at him, fighting him off as he watched me as if I were insignificant. As nothing more than a plaything.

As quickly as he’d threatened to take my life, he released me. I took in a startled breath, and as I did a sharp pain landed on my butt. I shrieked, the skin burning before his fingers dipped between my legs from behind.

“Such a whore for me,” he murmured, finding me already embarrassingly slick. “Just a needy hole.”

“Fuck you,” I hissed, finding myself widening my legs further.

Sebastian leaned forward. “Now that’s exactly what I plan to do.”

I groaned at the loss when he stepped back, removing the rest of his clothes until we were both naked. “What if I say no?”

“You won’t,” he said, clearly confident. He began to walk around me, my skin heating in anticipation. “You may have made me the villain inside your head, but in reality…” Sebastian reached for some paint, smearing it straight onto my stomach. “You want to be fucked by the big bad Beast.”

Another smear of paint, his fingers harsh and firm. Reminding me he was the one with the power, and all I could do was bend to his will.

“Tu es mon œuvre d’art préférée,”he whispered, his large hand kneading my entire breast before he moved around my back. His heavy cock nudged me from behind, and I stilled, waiting for him to cross that final line.

But he didn’t, and I found myself sagging forward when he stepped back. Sebastian passed me, grabbing one of the large canvases and tossing it on the floor. Looking over his shoulder, he pinned me to the spot, and then with a crooked finger called me forward.

I moved as if my body was possessed, forced into theintensity that was his orbit. A man of pure temptation and sin.

“What am I about to do, Arabella?” he asked, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.

My voice didn’t sound like my own. “You’re going to fuck me.” It was way too husky, throaty.

“And you’re going to fucking take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” He lowered us both until my back hit the cool canvas.

I nodded just as I felt his thick cock begin to spread my pussy. Reaching for my wrists, he pinned them above my head, then made me spread my legs almost painfully to accommodate his body.

He moved forward, pressing against my entrance and brushing across my clit in a tease that had me panting. I tried to angle my hips, needing him inside me. His fingers pinched my nipple, the sharp pain immediately soothed when he rubbed it with his thumb.

“Please,” I whispered, my body charged with need. “Sebast?—”

He didn’t give me a warning, his hips pressing forward in one violent thrust that stole the air from my lungs. Paint squelched beneath me, but all I could concentrate on were his exhales that brushed across my cheek, and his grunt that sounded like ecstasy.

“Your greedy cunt is so wet.” He pulled back, only to thrust deeper, harder as I struggled to stretch to his size. “You’re going to let me use this hole just like I used your throat, aren’t youbelle?”

He only gave me a moment before he began to move, my body buzzing like a live wire. Rocking up to meet each of his thrusts even as he had me pinned beneath me.

My thighs trembled against the onslaught, Sebastian’s thrusts rough, as if he couldn’t reach deep enough. I revelledin the stretch, heightening the pleasure he was dragging from me even if I was grateful he’d prepped me for so long in the car.

It made me feel weightless, like my mind was floating as he took away my power. I could quiet the worry and chaos inside my brain, able to concentrate only on his demands of my body.

It was euphoric.

“Fuck,” he groaned, releasing my wrists, only to tilt my hips up for a different angle, his body covering mine. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

His hand encircled my throat, keeping me pinned to the canvas while my eyes blurred with tears from taking him so deep.

Fuck.

“Presque là.”His thrusts came faster, his words coming out in a husky growl.“Tu es fait pour moi.”