Chapter 52

Sebastian

I am about to tear Evelyn’s dress off of her with my fucking teeth.

I don’t know when I’ve ever been so damn needy or itching to fuck someone. But here she is, sitting before me with lips so soft, tasting so sweet, and giving me a feeling below the belt, unlike anyone I’ve ever met.

We haven’t stopped touching one another since we left the party. Her hand held mine as we drove back here. And now, parked in the driveway, I can’t help but hold her face between my hands, caressing her soft skin and enjoying every last drop of this woman.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I whisper between our lips. “I need you. I need you now, Princess.”

Her breath hitches against my own skin, and I instantly know that I’m not alone in my feelings. erHhhhhhh

I run my hand into her hair and slowly close over the abundance of curls.

“Tell me what you need,” I pant. Since when do I talk like this?

“I need…” her voice cuts out, clearly getting lost in the emotional toll of our history. “You, Sebastian.”

Hearing her say my name sends a growl through my throat, once again wishing to take off her dress with my teeth like a fucking animal.

“Then let me have you. All of you.”

She doesn’t pull away from me or say no like all the other times. Months of wanting, desire, and what I believe to be my love for Evelyn pour out of me like a fountain. It’s overflowing, and I can’t control any of my emotions.

“Okay.”

At first, I actually don’t hear her acceptance. But once I register everything, I look her in the eyes, those emerald crystals giving me the permission I’ve so desperately yearned for since our first night together.

I can’t stop the giddy smile from crossing my face in the almost pitch-black night.

“Are you sure?” I have to ask. “Like, you’re not going to regret being with me again?”

“Who said I regret the first time?” I demand from her. She breathes into my mouth at those words, clearly taken aback at my response.

Slowly, quietly, we make our way out of the car. I stop her before we get to the door of the house, entering from the garage door. We both look around, making sure our parents aren’t awake and waiting up for us.

No one is around.

To keep ourselves safe, we walk slowly up the stairs, where I take hold of Evelyn’s hand and pull her into my room before locking the door.

Absolutely nothing is going to stop me from this.

The second the lock clicks, I turn back to her, watching me with drunken eyes, even though she barely had anything to drink tonight. I pounce on her, and she moans into my mouth, encouraging me further.

Teasing her, I pick her up by her waist and carry her to my bed, gentle, quiet, and never taking my lips off of hers.

I lay her down, climbing on top of her as my tongue pokes inside her mouth, my hands finally grasping her breasts through her sexy blue dress.

“I swear you picked this dress just to turn me on,” I murmur through her teeth.

“You would be right,” she shoots back, smiling against my lips.

My dick hardens faster than ever, and I immediately pull the straps to the side, kissing her neck, her clavicle, and her right shoulder

“Princess,” I can’t help but whisper to her. “God.”

Slowly the dress comes off of her, leaving her bare on my bed.

To match her step, she rips the expensive jacket off, then tears open my shirt like it’s nothing.

“Please, Sebastian,” she whines. “I want you. I need you.”

I don’t stop. I reach over her to my nightstand and without so much as a glance, I grab a condom. From practice, I rip it off with my teeth, which she laughs at.

“What’s so funny?” I taunt.

“Nothing,” she replies, watching my hand move to my zipper, slipping my cock out. “Holy shit.”

I smirk my classic smile.

She brings it out of me. It’s constantly appearing on my face because of her.

God, I do love her, don’t I?

I kiss her again, slipping the condom on.

I may be horny, but I’m not stupid.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” I tell her softly, kissing her cheek before moving to her left ear. “I’ve missed how you feel.”

She’s clearly losing her fight to speak, her eyes still watching my cock as it moves toward her opening.

“Tell me what you want, Princess,” I demand again, watching her eyes turn glassy at my words.

I want her to tell me she loves me. I want her to scream out every single fucking syllable for the world to hear. Never in my life have I thought so foolishly that I could love a girl like Evelyn Walters more than the idea of breathing air.

“I want you, Sebastian,” she replies with a tremble in her throat. “I want you to fuck me so hard, I forget my fucking name.”

It might not be the words I truly want, but goddamn, those words are all I need to thrust myself inside her as she cries out quietly and shakes all over.

She feels just as perfect as the first time. And I won’t let this be the last.

Evelyn

I wake to the sound of birds chirping from outside and sun peaking in the curtains. Sore, I crack my eyes open to see my surroundings.

Sebastian snores quietly beside me, making my body tremble with remembering how he fucked me last night. I can’t deny the electricity, the connection we have when we’re with one another.

How do you deny a chemistry like no other?

The clock on his nightstand says it’s after five. Not wanting to be caught by our parents, I slowly sit up. Sebastian doesn’t move, which I’m grateful for, and I grab my things quickly.

Before exiting, however, I bend over and leave a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you,” I mouth, not wanting him to wake to the words or be startled by my declaration.

I tiptoe to the door, peek out through the smallest of cracks and book it down the hall with my heels in one hand, not stopping until I’ve reached my own room. I close the door silently, breathing out hard.

Relieved, I strip myself of my dress, grab a long t-shirt and snuggle into my own bed, dreamily content. I never thought I’d be here, in love with Sebastian Cain. It’s stupid, dangerous, even terrifying.

I almost said them as he fucked me. I wanted to, I craved the vocal confirmation.

But I can’t.

And I won’t.

As I fall back to sleep, I imagine a world that could be. A world where Sebastian and I live happily, in love, holding each other every single night.

I don’t know how long I’m asleep before shouting reaches my ears next.

Groaning, I rub my tired eyes. What the hell?

“This isn’t a choice! You don’t get a choice!”

Is that…Gregory?

I sit up so fast I feel nauseous. What’s happening? Did Gregory find out?

“You don’t get to tell me anything!” Sebastian’s voice makes my heart slam into my chest hard.

“I am your father!”

I get out of bed and go to the door, no longer caring if I look a certain way.

Looking out, Gregory and Sebastian argue in the middle of the hallway. I see Madelyn as well, biting her lower lip as her matching curly hair stands at all ends.

“And I am a racer! You have tried time and time again to act as if my life isn’t my own, but that’s not how this goes!”

Sebastian’s face is red, and for a moment, I wonder if Gregory has slapped him again. I want to go to him and protect him, but with my mom watching, there’s no way I can justify it. Gregory may have married Madelyn, but I have no power to stand up to him.

“You go to school, acting like the moment you can leave you will. Well I won’t stand for it!”

“What will you do? Beat me? Take away my car? Face it, old man! I’m tired of all of this argument over my life and my happiness!”

Is Sebastian…are those tears in his eyes?

“Don’t you get it? I hate you! You are not the dictator of my life!”

The silence that follows Sebastian’s screams makes my ears ring so loud, I wonder if the sound is real.

Madelyn covers her mouth in shock.

Gregory doesn’t move. I honestly expect him to lash out and slap his adopted son again. What does he have to hide?

He’s already done it in front of me without even realizing.

“I don’t do any of this for you. I don’t do any of what you want. You may have adopted me all those years ago, but you will never be my father!”

That’s it. That’s the last straw. Sebastian shoves the man out of his way and even passes me without so much as a glance.

He slams his door closed, Gregory still unmoving. Madelyn is crying now.

I’m crying now.

“Ungrateful bastard,” Gregory growls.

“Leave him be, honey,” Mom whispers.

“He’s not your son, either,” her husband shoots back, stomping away from the hall scene.

Madelyn gasps, more tears falling down her face. I’ve never heard him speak like that to her, and I have half a mind to go after him. But my mom’s eyes find mine, and the shake of her head indicates not to bother.

She leaves in a different direction than Gregory. I wait one minute for all the sound in the house to dull, and then I make my way to Sebastian’s door. I want to console him, I want to hold him and show him he’s not nothing.

“Sebastian?” I call. “It’s me, open the door.”

Silence.

“Sebastian, come on, you can talk to me. You can always talk to me.”

Still nothing.

My tears sting even more with each passing second.

“Please?” I whimper, thinking of him inside me not long ago. “I’m right here.”

But the silence remains, and I can’t stop myself from bursting into hysterical tears as I race back to my room.

With no one left to turn to, I call Ava. She might not like my feelings for Sebastian.

But I have no one else.