Page 53 of Blood and Thorns (Twisted Ever After #1)

Sebastian

Arabella pressed her lips into a stubborn line, her face flushed with arousal. “No, I can’t.”

I wanted to chuckle at her response, even as she moaned at how hard I tugged on her nipples. She was panting beneath me, trying to rub her clit against my heavy thigh between her legs like a cat in heat.

Except she wasn’t allowed to come, not yet. Not until I decided she’d had enough, and the attack in the bathroom was fucking erased from her memory. Replaced with only me.

Only I was allowed to bruise her, mark her as my own. I have never been gentle in sex, needing that control over their bodies. Making them come over and over, or not at all. It was fucking euphoric, and Arabella gave herself to me so easily, even after last night.

But I needed to replace them, press my fingers into those exact bruises so I could make them mine. So I did, her resulting cry not of pain, even though I knew it hurt.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you scream,” I growled, diving back between her thighs to eat out her cunt like it was my last meal. She tasted fucking perfect. She tasted like she was mine.

My fingers dug harder, deepening those bruises as I lapped at her faster, teasing her throbbing clit with my tongue until her entire body tensed beneath me.

This time I didn’t stop, not even when she tugged at my hair or tried to scramble from my hold.

I devoured her until she came, squirting all over my face with the power of her orgasm.

And still I continued, not giving her a reprieve so I could force another orgasm out of her within seconds. Her cries echoed around me, and I was thankful no one was here to hear her because I didn’t share.

She was almost hyperventilating when I finally pulled back, my cock aching as I pressed it against the mattress to try and ease the throbbing. I wanted to demand her onto her knees, so I could fuck that throat and paint her face with my cum.

But I wasn’t done with her just yet.

“Stay with me.”

Arabella swallowed, her eyes only open to slits. But I could still see that fire there, and fuck I wanted to be burned.

“I can’t.”

I smiled, because her answer didn’t matter.

Standing, I moved my armchair until it was beside the foot of the bed, perfectly angled for what I planned to do next. Taking a seat, I watched her in my bed, the dark sheets perfect against her pale skin. Her lips were parted, and her hair was a tangled mess.

She’d never looked more beautiful.

Fisting my cock I gave it a tight squeeze, amused with how her eyes immediately darted to the way I rubbed pre-cum along the head.

“Come here,” I demanded, and her eyes snapped to mine. I was obsessed with how she was unable to hide her emotions. With her flushed cheeks and parted lips. Lust battled with defiance in her gaze, a war in which I knew what side she would fall.

She took a tentative step forward, and I groaned as a reward, squeezing my cock harder. Arabella was all but panting, her entire body flushed with arousal. As soon as she was within arm’s reach, I grabbed her waist, pulling her to my side.

“You’re going to sit on my cock,” I whispered against her skin.

I turned her around until she faced away before lifting her onto my lap. She moaned as I settled her on me, her pussy clenching as I pulled her tightly against my chest. She sunk an inch, her groan vibrating through us both.

“Sebastian…”

“You can take it,” I murmured, knowing this angle put me deeper.

With one hand I pinched her nipple painfully, the other I wrapped in her hair so I could angle her head towards the mirror. I watched as her eyes widened at the sight, her cunt stretching obscenely to take my entire length.

“Look how pretty you look, my little rabbit .”

I thrusted up from below, the movement violent as I sunk the last few inches inside her.

Her lips parted on a cry, but I didn’t give her time to adjust before I started moving harder, faster.

Her breasts bounced, so I released her nipple, only to sink my fingers down her stomach to flick at her clit.

Arabella clenched around me, her orgasm tearing through her body. I was able to watch her cunt pulsate. Watch her release soak us both. But I wasn’t finished.

I wanted her a mess. To beg as I overstimulated her to the point of pain. To make her understand that she belonged only to me .

“Up,” I demanded, her legs barely holding her weight when she climbed off. “Hands on the mirror, and arse in the air.” I pressed her forward, placing her palms on the glass and bending her a little. I groaned at the sight, her pretty cunt pink and swollen, but it wasn’t her pussy I wanted.

She panted into the mirror, eyes wide as she watched me move behind her.

“Remember, belle. Your mouth is mine.” I slipped two fingers between her lips, pressing them against her tongue.

“Your cunt is mine.” They dipped between her legs next, coating them in arousal.

“And this little hole…” I dragged them up, a whimper escaping her throat when I slowly pressed one inside her back hole. “Is also mine.”

“Sebastian…” she groaned, her head dropping low between her shoulder blades as she slowly opened for me.

With my free hand I tangled my fingers in her hair, forcing her eyes up to mine as I worked the second finger inside. Another whimper broke free from her lips, her face flushed as I slowly stretched her last hole.

I thrusted my hips forward, coating myself in her arousal as I pulled my fingers out, only to replace them with my cock. “I told you I wanted everything.”

She let out a strangled sound, my cock spreading her further.

“Relax for me; it’ll only hurt for a minute.” I didn’t thrust inside in one go, knowing I had to take it slow the first time so I could feel her entire body shudder through the pain.

But I knew my Arabella liked the pain, so I laced it with pleasure, my fingers circling her clit as I gave her a moment to stretch to my size before I pulled out, only to thrust back inside. This time harder.

She let out a cry, but I felt arousal dripping from between her legs and saw the way her eyes darkened with pleasure in the reflection.

“Fuck,” I cursed, having to clench my jaw from the way she strangled my cock. Pulling her up until her back hit my chest, I dropped my lips to her ear. “Your arse almost feels as good as your cunt.”

Arabella swallowed, her eyes wide as she watched me fuck her from behind, one hand on her clit, the other I wrapped in her hair.

“Look how perfectly you fit me,” I said to her as I continued to thrust.

“It’s too much,” she cried, a tear dripping down her cheek as my movements turned animalistic. “Sebastian, please. I need…”

I pinched her clit, forcing another orgasm that strangled my cock so tightly I almost lost it myself. “Next time you tell me no, remember how you looked when you came, my cock deep inside your tight hole, stretching you open while you begged for more.”

I had to concentrate on the words, keeping them English rather than French. Arabella had the ability to make me forget myself, especially when she wiggled back, meeting my thrusts with her cute little whimpers.

“One more, belle . You can do it for me, can’t you?” I whispered in shallowed breaths. “Such a good girl.”

She moaned, her head held painfully by my fist, forcing her eyes on me as I played with her clit. “Please, Sebastian,” she begged.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Thrust . “Addicting.” Thrust . “Mine.”

She was like a vice as she shattered again, and I caught her scream with my lips, my own release following with a vicious intensity.

Arabella was like a missing piece of my soul, not just someone who could endure me at my worst, but someone who stood her ground against it. She didn’t flinch in the face of my demons; she made them hers.

Arabella sagged against me, her body limp with exhaustion as I gathered her in my arms. She reached for my neck, her lips brushing mine so tentatively it stole the breath from my chest. It was the first time she’d initiated anything, and I felt it like a spark beneath my skin. I took it as her silent agreement.

Her unspoken surrender.