Chapter 181
Cecilia’s pov
The scream hit like a siren–sharp, high-pitched, and way too close.
Sebastian instantly pulled away, tugging the hem of his shirt–which, unfortunately, was still the only thing I was wearing–down over my thighs.
His whole body tensed as he turned toward the door.
I buried my face deeper into the couch cushions, my brain short-circuiting from pure embarrassment.
Please let the earth open up and swallow me. Right now. I won’t complain.
Then came the voice.
“Oh, shit! Sorry! Door was unlocked–my bad! Abort mission p>
Female. Loud. Familiar with Sebastian, clearly.
And not nearly as horrified as she should’ve been.
I didn’t look up. I couldn’t.
But I could hear the amusement in her voice–like this was the funniest thing that had happened to her all week.
“Are you still looking?” Sebastian’s voice dropped a few degrees. Ice-cold and pissed.
“I just wanted to say hi to your… guest,” she said, way too brightly.
I mustered the courage to look up – only to regret it again.
She was tall, ridiculously pretty, and had the kind of honey-blonde hair that probably came with a personal stylist. Soft waves framed her face like she’d walked out of a Ralph Lauren ad, and a pair of delicate pearl studs caught the light as she tilted her head, all innocent curiosity and zero shame.
Her eyes–just like Sebastian’s–landed on me. And she smiled.
“Hi there! I’m Zaria. Sebastian’s sister. Sorry for the, uh… dramatic entrance. I’ll let you two get back to–whatever this was p>
She gave a little, helpless wave, then executed a sharp about-face and marched out, the click of her heels echoing her retreat.
I groaned into the sofa cushion.
*Kill. Me. Now p>
After a few steps, she suddenly stopped and came back, her expression shifting to something more serious.
“By the way, this morning I overheard Mom talking to… you know who… on the phone,” she hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. “Just… be careful, okay p>
With that cryptic warning delivered, Zaria quickly disappeared.
When I heard the front door close, I finally let out a sigh of relief and lowered my hand.
Supporting myself on the back of the sofa, I rose to my knees and peered out the glass window. “Was that your sister p>
Sebastian watched me kneeling there, his white dress shirt barely covering my thighs, my skin glowing in the afternoon light.
He made a sound of affirmation as his chest moved closer.
His arms bracketed me against the sofa, his previously cold gaze now warming as it enveloped me. Looking down at me, he explained,”My sister. She’s rarely home. Last I heard, she was in Austria. I didn’t expect her back in Denver. The…feminine things you found? They’re hers p>
“Right. That makes sense,” I murmured, turning slightly.
But his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His hand traveled upward, warm palm gliding over bare skin as his breath ghosted over the shell of my ear.
“She’s gone,” murmured, his voice dropping into a darker, hungrier register. “We’re alone p>
“Sebastian I turned to meet his eyes, my voice barely above a whisper. “Aren’t you tired yet p>
Our eyes locked–his, molten and dangerous.
“If you’re tired,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine, “I’ll carry the weight. All you have to do… is fall apart for me p>
I didn’t answer.
I just leaned in, letting my lips hover over his, breath mingling, tension coiling between us like a drawn bowstring.
He didn’t give me a chance to breathe.
One second I was kneeling, the next I was flat on my back, the sofa cushions sinking beneath me as Sebastian loomed above — his eyes burning, jaw tight with restraint.
His palms gripped my thighs, spreading them wide as he settled between them, his mouth trailing down my neck–hot, wet, possessive.
He found my pulse point and scraped his teeth over it–not quite biting, but enough to make my breath catch.
“So goddamn sweet.” he growled, lips dragging across flushed skin.
His fingers dug into my thighs, anchoring me. Claiming me.
“Use that pretty mouth,” he said against my ear. “Say it p>
I whimpered, caught between pleasure and panic.
“Say it, baby. Who’s got you like this p>
“You,” I moaned. “It’s you p>
That did something to him.
His control shattered.
The rhythm of his movements turned carnal–raw, relentless.
We didn’t leave the villa until evening.
Sebastian drove while I slumped in the passenger seat, completely drained.
I felt thoroughly devoured. Like a single, satisfied bone picked clean by a very persistent wolf.
“Cecilia, let’s come back next weekend.” Sebastian’s smile was captivating.
I weakly waved my hand in protest. “No more, no more p>
I was merely human flesh and blood, unable to withstand such intense… activities. As pleasurable as it was, the human body has its limits.
“You’re just out of shape. We should go for a night run later,” he suggested.
I could barely walk as it was.
Ignoring him, I turned toward the window, closed my eyes, and mumbled, “Tonight I need proper rest. We have work tomorrow p>
I shifted in the seat, curling slightly toward the door.
The hum of the engine was oddly soothing. My limbs felt like jelly.
Just as I started to drift into that warm, floaty space between sleep and unconsciousness p>
I felt lips on mine.
Slow. Soft. Familiar.
I didn’t even have the strength to open my eyes.
My lips were swollen, my tongue numb. Couldn’t he give me a break?