Page 52 of Forbidden Sins

SEBASTIAN

I t takes a few minutes for the clarity to settle in.

My body is still throbbing with the awareness of what just happened, my senses foggy with satisfaction.

I know in the morning every part of me is going to hurt like hell, especially my cock, after being squeezed by Estella’s tight, perfect pussy while I’m still only partially healed from the beating her father gave me.

But I can’t bring myself to care. I lie there, one arm wrapped around her shoulders as she lays her head on my chest, and I let my gaze drift down her perfect, naked body, painted with my cum. Marked as mine , after all this time.

My cock, still half-hard despite the best orgasm of my entire life, twitches at the thought. I could fuck her all night if I wanted. She’d let me, I know that. She wants me as badly as I want her. Badly enough to let me take her virginity, despite?—

Reality hits then, hard and fast. My muscles tense, and I have to fight the urge to pull away, to instantly put distance between us.

That would hurt her, and that’s the last thing I ever want to fucking do.

But the gravity of what we’ve done settles on me like a weight, and I breathe in and out, once, twice, before gently disentangling myself from her and starting to sit up.

I don’t regret it. I can’t . I’ve wanted her too badly for too long, and I knew the choice I made when I left with her.

I thought I was strong enough to at least wait until we were in a better, more comfortable setting, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to fight it forever.

I was a fool to think I’d even make it one night without taking what I’ve wanted so badly for so long.

But now?—

Estella pushes herself up on her elbows, instantly catching the change in my mood. “Sebastian?” She reaches out, gingerly touching my back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I should shower. I’ll get you a washcloth to clean up?—”

“Sebastian.” Her voice drops. “Something’s wrong. Just talk to me. Please?”

I let out a ragged sigh, running my hand through my hair, and then I twist around to face her, ignoring the sharp pain from the healing bruises and cuts that I’ve already strained tonight. “I might just have ruined your life, princess.”

Her eyes widen, and she lets out a sharp bark of a laugh. “ Ruined it, Sebastian? That was the best moment of my entire life. You haven’t ruined anything. All you did was finally give me the chance to have something I wanted for myself.”

An ache settles in my chest. “I wanted it, too,” I murmur. “I still want it. Christ, Estella, I could take you again, right now.”

“So do it.” She tilts her head. “I want you too, Sebastian. We have all night?—”

“If your father catches us, he’s going to be furious.”

She snorts. “He was already going to be furious.”

“But now—” I grit my teeth, the muscle in my jaw ticking.

I don’t want to make this into something that we should regret.

I don’t want it to be something that we shouldn’t have done.

But there will be consequences, if we’re caught.

“Your father’s plans are spoiled now if he gets you back.

Vito won’t want you, now that you’re not a virgin any longer.

He’ll have a hard time finding any mafia man of status who will?—”

Estella tosses her head, her hair sliding over her shoulders in thick, dark waves.

I want to lean over her and bury my hands in it, to kiss her until she’s moaning, and sink my cock into her again.

I’m half-hard as we’re speaking, my cock more than eager to get back to what we were doing earlier, and damn the consequences.

“Good,” she says flatly. “I don’t want Vito, or any other man.

If you fucking me means they won’t want me either, then maybe we should have done it earlier. ”

“ Estella . You don’t understand. He—” My jaw tightens. “He might do something terrible, to punish you. Sell you to some billionaire who will enjoy using a ruined heiress as a toy. Or something worse?—”

“Then we can’t get caught.” She leans up onto her knees, her hand on my back, and I’m transfixed by the sight of my cum on her skin, glistening in the light, marking her.

My cock swells, hardening, and it’s all I can do not to grab her and push her back down onto the pillows so that I can fuck her again.

“Don’t let us get caught, Sebastian, and we won’t have to worry about it. You can have me, forever.”

My heart twists in my chest. “I can’t give you the life you’ve had,” I whisper. “I can’t give you a mansion, or designer gowns, or jewelry that costs a year’s salary on a whim. There won’t be parties and galas and?—”

“I don’t care about any of those things,” Estella says fiercely.

She moves forward, crawling on the bed so that she’s kneeling in front of me on the bed.

She reaches out, capturing my face between her hands, and kisses me hard.

“I don’t care if my father disowns me,” she says firmly when she breaks the kiss.

“I don’t care if we’re poor, if we have to live on the run, if my life is nothing like it was before.

I’d rather be broke and running than rich and secure but trapped with a man like Vito.

I mean it, Sebastian. I don’t care what our life looks like from here on out as long as it’s ours . ”

I want so badly to believe everything she’s saying.

To pull her into my arms and throw every fear that I have into the wind, to believe that nothing matters but the fact that we’re together.

But looking at her beautiful, innocent face, I can’t help but fear that she doesn’t know what she’s saying.

That she can’t know that for sure, right now.

“We’ll talk about this later,” I say gently, disentangling myself from her once again, and from the shock in her eyes, I can tell that she feels like I’m pushing her away. “I just need a minute, Estella. I’m going to go shower.”

I get up, intending to go get her a warm washcloth to clean up, and then take a few minutes to clear my head. But I’ve only gotten halfway to the bathroom when I hear the sound of her footsteps behind me, following me as I push open the door and flick open the light.

“No.” Her voice is firm, and I hear her following me into the bathroom.

I turn on the hot water and glance back at her.

She’s standing behind me, her mouth set in a firm, stubborn line.

“We’re in this together, Sebastian. You don’t get to just pull away because you’re afraid of the consequences of the choice we made.

You said you loved me. Is that still true? ”

“Of course it is.” I turn to face her. “Nothing has changed about how I feel, princess. I just?—”

“Good.” She tips her chin up, pushing past me to the shower. She sticks her hand out to test if the water is warm, and then steps in, looking at me with a challenge. “You coming in, too?”

I stare at her, swallowing hard as I watch the water streak over her skin, turning it glistening and wet. She’s so fucking beautiful that it almost hurts to look at her, and my cock swells, hardening as I follow her into the shower.

“You can protect me from others,” Estella says softly, turning to face me as the hot water streams over us both. “But you can’t try to protect me from myself. I know what I want now. And I want you.”

“This might be our life for a long time.” I gesture to the space around us.

“Shitty motels, soap that probably came from a dollar store, clothing we buy from whatever place we can find on the way. Cheap food, cheap everything, because we’ll need to stay off the beaten path and move fast. That’s what you want, Estella? ”

“If it means we get to be together.” She leans up on her tiptoes, brushing her mouth against mine as her hand finds its way between us, wrapping around my cock.

I moan at her touch, pleasure racing in a white-hot line down my spine as she starts to stroke me gently.

“I want you inside me again, Sebastian. Please?”

The soft please is what undoes me. I slide one hand around the back of her head, capturing her mouth with mine again as I turn her so that her back is against the wall, reaching with my other hand to hitch her leg up around my hip.

“This is what I wanted to do that night in the garden,” I groan, angling my cock so that it’s pressing against her entrance. “I wanted to fuck you just like this, up against those roses.”

“And I wanted you to,” she breathes against my mouth. “I wanted you to come inside me and send me back into that party dripping with it, filled with you while all those other men talked to me.”

A groan tears from my lips, and my hips snap forward at that, my cock sinking into her.

Pain and pleasure snake through me as her pussy grips me in its tight, wet vise.

I’m still sore from the beating, my cock painfully oversensitive, but the velvet heat of her wrapped around me is so fucking good that I don’t care.

I thrust into her, a long, slow slide, until I’m buried inside of her, pinning her to the shower wall as I start to fuck her again.

This time, I’m able to last longer. I slide one hand between us, toying with her clit until she’s gasping against my mouth, kissing her endlessly as I fuck her the way I imagined that night, drawing out the pleasure as long as I can until neither of us can take it any longer.

She clings to me, nails digging into my shoulders as I feel her hips start to grind erratically against me, her moans turning into the sound of my name. “Sebastian, oh god , Sebastian?—”

“That’s right.” I thrust into her again, hard, the hot water from the shower streaming over us. “Come for me, princess. Come all over my cock while I fuck you.”

When I feel her come undone, I barely manage to hold onto my own orgasm.

She cries out, arching against me, her nails scoring new wounds in my flesh as her pussy clamps down around my cock.

She ripples around me, trying to drag the cum from me as she bucks and grinds and writhes, her knees buckling as I hold her up against the shower wall.

I grit my teeth, clinging to my self-control until I feel her orgasm start to fade, and then I slide free, fisting my cock as I spray jets of cum over her taut belly and thighs, moaning as my own orgasm wracks my body.

Nothing has ever felt this good. I brace myself against the wall with one hand as I stroke the last drops of cum from my cock, watching the water wash it off of her skin as I kiss her one more time, my forehead pressed against hers.

We’ve made a choice we can’t undo, one we can’t go back from. But I don’t want to, and neither does she.

All we can do is face the road ahead together.