12. ~Skylar~

Sebastian Thorn was standing at the threshold.

Fucking smirking as he slapped a hand to the doorframe and affected a casual stance.

As if it was the most normal thing in the world that he was here right now, that he'd broken into my home.

And even worse than that offense was that he'd barged on into my bathroom while I'd just stepped out of the shower and was now wet and naked before him.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, grabbing the towel and slapping it to my chest, covering my nakedness from his view.

"I gave you a choice and you actually made the right one for once."

"What choice?" I bit back.

"If you didn't want this happening, you were to lock your bedroom window." His eyes flamed with victory. "You didn't."

"That's not—"

He burst toward me and jerked the towel from my body, making me gasp. "Don't hide yourself from me."

His gaze darkened, droplets of water dripping from his thick eyelashes as those hellfire eyes blazed as he ran his leisurely gaze all over my body, the intensity somehow heating my skin like he was actually touching me rather than just looking his fill.

He was dressed all in black this time, a hoodie open and revealing a muscle tee beneath that was drenched from the rain and sticking to his skin, clinging to those rock hard abs and serving to highlight them all the more. His jeans were tight to his thick thighs—and other things too—and he was barefoot. He must've dropped his shoes off in my room when he'd obviously climbed in through the window. A two-story window that had a rickety terrace that he"d scaled in torrential rain. Was he actually insane?

Was there a difference between insanity and obsession?

And what did that make me in relation to all of that?

Because as he reached out and dragged his thumb over my bottom lip, exerting enough pressure to make me really feel it, my first reaction wasn't to shove him away, to reprimand or chew him out for breaking into my home.

No, it was far from that.

My body was buzzing at his mere presence, at him getting up so close and crowding me against the bathroom wall.

Even just touching my lip, the sensual glide alternating with the harshness sent zaps of pleasure straight to my core.

"Sebastian," I breathed, sinking against the wall. "You can't just—"

"Can't just what?" he said in that sexy husky voice. "Take what's mine?"

He wrapped his hand around my throat, stroking the pulse point with his thumb and sending crazy mixed messages to my brain and body.

His eyes dropped to my left arm, the scars there, for a moment, and I saw curiosity spark. I winced internally, hating it. I couldn't let him voice his questions. I couldn't.

So I squirmed against him and rasped against his constricting grip, "I'm not yours."

"Say that again when you're not allowing this to happen and sinking into it all instead. Sinking into my touch."

Son of a bitch.

The corner of his mouth turned up when I didn't respond to deny it.

With his free hand, he trailed his fingers over the fading marks he'd left on my skin in the fight club bathroom. "I can see them now without all that makeup you buried them beneath. Mmm, my marks look good on you, beautiful."

He released me abruptly, but it was only to shrug off his hoodie, then pull his tee over his head, baring his sculpted torso in all its glory.

He stroked his fingers over his own skin, specifically the scratches and bites all over his throat and chest. "Your marks look hella good on me too." His hooded eyes zoned in on mine. "Don't you agree?"

I winced and swallowed down the uncomfortable realization he was clearly trying to elicit in me, telling him instead, "I did that in a burst of mindlessness."

"Not mindlessness," he said, reaching out and cupping my breasts. I squirmed against the wall as he kneaded them and brushed his thumbs over my nipples roughly at the same time. God. "That was you raw, Skylar. All annoying walls of yours down. No denial, just absolute, unfiltered honesty."

"What do you want from me?" I demanded, hating that my voice came out unsteady, affected by his torment of my breasts. Hell, that was just for starters. His overwhelming presence, what it brought out in me… it was getting harder and harder to deny any of it, to make myself deny it.

"Like I told you before… every fucking thing. But for now, you're gonna admit that you want me."

One hand left my breasts and trailed down my body and then he had me jolting as he dragged his fingers through my folds. "I mean, your tight little cunt is already singing my praises and weeping for me, but I want your mind too. I want to hear it. Preferably in that hot-as-sin raspy sex voice of yours."

He pushed two fingers into me and had my eyes rolling back in my head as he curled them, stroking my walls with a sensuality that made my toes curl. "Oh, God," I gasped.

"God? Nah, we both know I'm your psycho, hmm?"

"Sebastian, I—ah!"

He started pounding into me like a fucking jackhammer, hitting that sweet spot dead on each time, blinding pleasure assaulting every part of me.

He did it over and over and over until I was a blithering mess, panting, crying out and bucking at the brutal bliss he was dragging out of me.

"Better yet, I'm gonna have you admitting it as I make you shatter all over my fingers."

He finger-fucked me like the merciless beast that he was, pounding so hard and rapid-fire that I almost saw freaking stars. But the last thing I wanted was for him to stop. It was taking me higher and higher. I was panting and then clawing at the wall behind me.

He bit down on my nipple and I screamed out, the primal cry echoing off the bathroom walls and driving it home in an inescapable way just how deeply he was getting to me, how he could play my body and take me to heights I hadn't even thought possible.

He withdrew them roughly, then twisted them back inside in a toe-curling corkscrew motion.

"Ah, fuck!" I cried, grabbing at his nape, jerking him down to me, needing him to anchor myself through the violent storm of pleasure descending on me.

He kissed my neck, then nibbled and slicked his tongue over my skin, a gentle and almost tender tease that contrasted sharply with what he was doing to my pussy. It was one hell of a mind-fuck that I couldn't begin to wrap my head around.

That I didn't want to.

I didn't want to analyze it.

I just wanted to feel.

Hell, that was all he was allowing me to do.

He was wrenching me into that raw state where there was no denial, all walls decimated.

"Say it," he breathed at my ear.

He alternated between rapid-fire thrusts of his fingers, that curling deep inside, and then rough twisting, before pulling out and plunging back in again.

He spread my pussy open with the fingers of his other hand all of a sudden, then started strumming my now very swollen and sensitized clit with his thumb.

Sharp zings of electricity shot out at the point of contact and surged through the rest of my body, colliding with his punishing and tormenting fingers working inside me.

I grabbed onto his shoulders for balance, my knees growing weak with the pleasure overload.

And then it just happened, what he called the raw me broke through all the rest, and then I was uttering the words in a breathless whisper, "I do… I… I want you, Sebastian."

His erotic torment stilled, both hands pausing.

His eyes lit up, and not in the hellfire way.

A smile spread over his face.

Not a sly or sarcastic one. Not a creepy, psychotic smile.

It was purely genuine.

Real and open.

Heartfelt.

It had me doing the same, connecting us in that moment, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

And then he pulled me against him, my face buried in his chest as he wrapped his arm around me, then angled his fingers inside me, resuming his intense pounding and grinding his palm against my clit in the process.

"Come for me, beautiful."

I'd already been right on the edge before, so it didn't take much for my orgasm to slam into me.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned. "Drench my fingers."

My body went rigid as ecstasy tore through me and I was shrieking out in the room and throwing my head back. He didn't stop, letting me ride my orgasm for all it was worth, until I was whimpering, my legs shaking.

He pulled his fingers free and I sank into him.

He took my weight and the next thing I knew, he was gathering me in his arms.

"I've got you," he uttered on a husky whisper.

It had me startled because it was almost tender, definitely verging on sweet. A far cry from his harsh side.

It wasn't the first time he'd shown it to me, but it still took me by surprise when he brought it out. That assholish psycho approach had seemed to be his default setting, something he'd used with me for the majority of the time.

Had that just been him when agitation had been in play?

Was this… softness… more than just a once-in-a-blue moon thing, not an exception to the normal rule with him?

"You look so fucking stunning when you come, when you let go like that," he said as he laid me down on my bed, then moved to step back.

I watched, still awash in a pleasure haze, as he opened his jeans, then shoved them and his boxers down, his very hard and very big cock springing free.

Jeez. It had me licking my lips at the sight.

He smirked, noticing my reaction.

He shucked them off his ankles, then climbed onto the bed, crawling up my body in a sexy predatory way that sent a delicious tremble through me.

He brushed my wild, just-fucked hair out of my face and gazed down at me. "I fucking want you too." He rubbed his shaft through my pussy still slick from my recent orgasm. "More than I should." He groaned as I coated his cock. "More than should be possible." He brushed his lips over my cheek and nibbled at my jaw. "You're crawling under my skin, Skylar. Deep in my bones." His fingers tightened in my hair right to my scalp, making me hiss at the sharp pain. "I can't cast you out. And worse than that, I don't fucking want to."

His confession was both disturbing and thrilling, to be wanted that badly, that deeply, it was a heady thing, a powerful thing. And the worrying side to that, the obsessive nature of it called to the twisted side of me, pulling me in and holding me right there with him.

I smirked up at him. "Then don't."

He looked startled and it just added to the thrill.

The next thing I knew, I was shoving my hands into his chest and knocking him off me and onto his back on the bed.

I pounced on him, grasped the base of his dick so roughly that it had him grunting.

A slow lick, my tongue twisting around his crown, had him bucking for me.

I dug my nails into his thighs, definitely leaving marks, and then I opened wide and sucked him into my mouth, swallowing him all the way down my throat.

"Fuck… fucking shit," he cried.

His fingers delved into my hair, but he didn't tighten his grip or try to use it as leverage to take control.

He was holding back.

Something had eased in him since my confession.

And that was all well and good.

But not when it came to this.

I wanted him to lose himself like he'd made me earlier, like he did whenever he touched me.

I wanted him lost in it all, totally and utterly consumed.

And I wanted to be right there with him, drowning in it too.

I grabbed one of his hands in my hair and tightened his grip.

A sexy carnal rumble came from him as he got the message, and then he was shoving my head down, pulling at my roots as he forced me to deep throat him.

"Ungh… fuck… Jesus Christ, Skylar," he choked out.

His hand left my hair with me already gagging myself on his cock as it was, and then he had me jolting as he traced the moisture from my pussy up to my back hole, and swirled around, before dipping a finger inside and teasing.

"Fuck, that's right, get my cock nice and sloppy so I can take this tight little hole."

Oh God. I trembled at his erotic threat.

His finger slid in deeper and I moaned around my mouthful of cock.

As he drove all the way to the last knuckle, then slid another inside and began scissoring and stretching me open, the burning pain of it brought out the animal side of me, and I was swallowing hard around his crown buried deep down my throat, squeezing and scratching at his balls.

It had him growling and cursing and meeting my thrusts with rough rolls of his hips.

"Yeah, choke on my cock, baby. Your mouth is fucking glorious." He twisted his fingers inside me. "Your ass is so desperate to meet my cock. I'm gonna fill it with my cum, fucking well mark you, and when it's dripping down your thighs, I'm gonna fuck it right back inside."

Oh God.

The thrill of it had me ramming him deeper down my throat. I spluttered and gagged, the animalistic nature of it taking me over, before I was then losing my shit and going feral all over his cock.

"Shit! Fucking shit!" he was crying out, utterly beside himself.

Knowing what I was doing to him, feeling him lose it because of me, was another high altogether. It slammed up against his fingers ravaging my ass, making my core clench, right on the verge.

But then he abruptly pulled his fingers free, then wrenched me off his cock.

With a snarl, he shoved me around until my face was buried in the sheets, my ass up in the air.

He raked his blunt nails down the length of my back, then dug them into my ass. Then he was soothing them with his tongue, and alternating between nipping me with his teeth and slicking his tongue over my skin that was almost feverish from all the intensity.

I squirmed as he rubbed his wet cock along my pussy, gathering all the moisture and using it as lube.

And then he spread my ass cheeks open and I jolted as he spat right into my hole.

Once. Twice. Three times.

The dirtiness of it had me moaning out.

His dark chuckle sent a tingle down my spine. "You really are a savage thing. My savage thing." He pressed his cock to my asshole. "Tell me you want me to stuff your ass with my cock. Tell me you're gonna be my filthy whore and take me deep."

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and wrenched my head back at a vicious angle.

"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck me. Fuck me like a beast."

He cursed and pushed forward, his crown popping through the tight ring.

I fisted my hands in the sheets as it burned like a bitch.

"Relax, baby. Welcome me inside. Or do you want me to tear into this resisting hole and make you take me?"

"Yes, fuck. Do it. Give me everything."

"Holy shit, woman," he groaned, shifting his grip to my throat and holding me in place, a moment before he slammed inside my ass in one go, driving balls deep in a brutal motion that had my whole body shuddering and a scream tearing from my throat.

The most fucked-up thing of all was that it had me coming right away.

All the buildup and him rubbing himself against my still over-sensitized pussy combined with that brutal thrust just sent me right over the edge.

He growled appreciatively. "Damn, you're something else."

Holding me tight to him by my throat, he began thrusting shallowly, fucking me through my orgasm. It was so amazingly full, I could barely breathe with it.

As soon as it started to wane, he picked up on it, then started slapping my pussy.

First it was a light tap, but as his thrusts in my ass became deeper and faster, his palm radiating burning pain across my most sensitive part became merciless.

It had me screaming out into the room and fucking back on him like a wild thing.

It made him lose his shit then and he was power-fucking my ass, the burn colliding with intense sensation as he grazed against so many nerve-endings, I was lost to it.

He wrenched on my hair again, forcing my gaze to his.

"That's right, look at me while I fill your hot little ass with my cum."

His jaw clenched and he jolted a second before I felt hot liquid spill into my back hole.

The sensation took me over the edge and I was coming again, his slaps to my pussy turning to rough rubbing, side to side, then up and down, taking me higher and higher until I was shrieking in absolute ecstasy over and over and fucking over.

He pulled out and rolled me onto my back.

Then he was opening my ass and gliding his cum trickling down my thighs back into my asshole, pushing it deep inside and fucking it back into me. I twisted and thrashed on the sheets as another orgasm took me and he flicked my clit harshly driving it to another level until I was left boneless, collapsed on the bed, unable to move a muscle.

"You're fucking incredible, you know that?" I heard him say, and I moaned as his skin glided against mine, the sensation more than just a little soothing.

He was gathering me into his arms then and settling me under the covers.

The bedroom lights went out and then I felt his arms around me and him tucking me tight to his side.

"Sleep now, beautiful," he crooned.

The last thing I was aware of before sleep quickly took me was him stroking my hair.