Oleander had never been with a man as purposefully ruthless as Sebastian was. Sheād been with cruel men, the very man that Leona had killed had been brutally unforgiving with his sexual advances towards her and Leo. There was a difference though. Their foster father wasnāt aware how horrible he was, it was more of a demented sickness that resonated in that man and many other men. It was their lust for bad that drove them. With Sebastian, he knew right from wrong better then anyone else. He was a lawyer, yet his conscience seemed to play no part what so ever in his drive to have her. It was his power, his need for control that pushed him to this point. A different type of wickedness consumed him.
She braced herself for another whip across her angry, burning skin. She let out a disappoint sigh when it didnāt come, followed by the excitement that sheād pleased him enough that heād finally fuck her. She wasnāt sure how much longer she could keep her composure. She wanted to tasted his lips, she wanted their bodies to be tangled together, she wanted to feel him move inside her.
Finally, he turned her around to face him and the hunger for her in his eyes, made her want him that much more. She was dying for his touch to make her feel alive. He lifted her up then, holding her body tight against the window with his own, she wrapped her legs around his waist like they were made to perfectly fit around his body. He hands gripped her bruised ass tightly, she moaned despite the wince that consumed her features. "That's a good girl." he groaned and she smirked.
He pushed into her and she let out a louder moan then the ones before. Sebastian as unlike any other man sheād ever been with. He was rough, brutal even, but beneath the surface of their dirty, raunchy sex. There was passion and sensuality that terrified her. He was relentless, he was controlling, and Andie couldnāt get enough of it. They fucked well into the early hours of the morning, trapped in their own world of designer drugs and illicit sex.
For the most part Andie could keep up with his violent sex, in fact she loved every second of it. However, when the morning started to close in, her body wouldnāt physically allow her to go any further. Heād been the first person to ever exhaust the nymphomaniac in her. She was typically the one that wanted to continue while everyone else was too tired. She wanted to stick around, wanted him to ask her to stay. She knew he wouldnāt though and she was already going to get shit from Arty and probably Leona for staying so long with him.
Sheād barley managed to dress herself, she was too exhausted. She slipped her shorts back on, her wavy, waist length blue hair falling around her face as shaky hands buttoned her shorts. She pulled her jacket up onto her shoulders. She felt so hopelessly desperate to find a reason to stay. She sat on the edge of his desk as she zipped up her boots and looked up to meet his eyes. Heād been watching her get dressed and for a moment she thought she saw something in his eyes. Something that told her he didnāt want her to leave as much as she didnāt want to leave, but as soon as sheād seen it, it was gone.
She pulled the cigarette heād given her away from itās balanced place on her lips, blowing out a cool breath of smoke. She was staling, when she brought the cigarette to her lips once more taking a long drag. Her eyes just staring into his, a playful smirk tugged at her lips as if she was reassuring him that what had taken place between them was their dirty little secret. Finally, she hopped off the desk and walked up in front of him. She lend, her head back blowing out another breath of smoke towards the ceiling, before her hazel eyes came back to his blue ones.
āThanks for the bruises.ā She purred, her tone returning to its lazy, uncaring drawl that it always seemed to have. Like they hadnāt just fucked for several hours straight. Her body was burning and aching, but she pushed the pain down. āIf you have a change of heart and what to seem me againā¦ā she trailed off, putting the burning end of her cigarette out on her tongue before flicking it away. āDonāt look me up.ā She winked before turning and slipping out of his office to quick for him to stop her.
She knew she had to look like sheād just been to hell and back. The bruises from where heād spanked her had crawled down the back of her thighs and up her lower back, both of which were very visible. Sheād text Arty on the elevator and his text back wasnāt exactly happy. She waited outside the building for Leona who Arty said should be coming down any minuet. She lend, against the side of the building, New York city starting to wake up and move around them. She lit another cigarette sheād stolen from Sebastian as she waited, making a point to shamelessly glare back at people who stared at her judgingly.
Leona was perfect. She was just as dark minded as him. She was beautiful and she could handle his need to push and prod her. It was almost as if she got off on his abusive torture. Not to mention that heād never honestly enjoyed sex before her. Her skin against his and her lips made him want to spend every single second of his life touching her and kissing every inch of her skin. She was everything he needed. She was everything he had to possess. When they finally finished his employees had long since left. The sky was starting to lighten and he had a full day of work ahead of him, an excuse to form as to why he hadnāt shown up to the Ramseyās weekly family dinner, and a charity event to prepare for. As much as he wanted to spend the rest of the day causing more blood to surface from beneath Lolaās light-colored skin, he had shit to do.
Him having important stuff to do though, didnāt mean he wasnāt completely obsessed with her already. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone but himself. Him being obsessed with anything, let alone someone was a very bad thing. He could have gone his whole life without feeling the way he felt with Leo, but now that heād felt it he wanted more of it. He didnāt want to give up that feeling.
It was silent as he cleaned himself up in his private office bathroom. Slicking his hair back into place, putting his tie back in itā s place. When he stepped out of the bathroom he looked just as put together and collected as he had when Leona had first walked through the door nearly twelve hours earlier. She was as dressed as she could be after heād cut her shirt off of her. The coppery taste of her blood still tantalizing his tongue. After heād drawn blood, heād run his tongue across her fresh cut. She didnāt seem as disturbed by his fucked-up fetishes as most girls did.
"Call me when you have a contract for me to sign daddy." she cooed, leaning up and kissing his lips with a soft moan, but he didnāt kiss her back. He didnāt kiss her back though.
It was as if theyād never fucked. Heād slipped back into his previous cold, stiff demeanor. Unwavering in his stoicness as she headed for the door, even though ever bit of his being was urging him to stop her, he knew he couldnāt. He licked his lips, pushing his hands into his pocket, once again seeming eerie in the way that he stood there and watched her walk to the door.
āLeona.ā He breathed her name with a warning to his voice. āRemember what we talked about.ā He reminded her pointedly. āNo touching your girlfriend. No fucking Arty. No selling you body.ā He breathed like it would be that easy for her, before she could try to argue or make excuses to why sheād have to break every one of those rules like he knew she would he spoke again, calmly but sternly. āDonāt argue with my darling.ā His words were an order. āI have eyes everywhere if you slip Iāll know.ā He warned. āYouāll get instructions soon, stay close to your phone.ā He told her before gesturing with a slight nod of his head for her to leave.
Once sheād slipped out of the room he collected his things. He needed to clean himself up, which meat going home and facing Jun which was bound to be a shitshow. Then heād have to call and apologize to his parents. With any luck his brother covered for his absence at last nights dinner. He pulled out his phone for the first time in hours ignoring the millions of notifications from Jun, his parents, other clients, as well as his sister-in-law and opened up his text conversation with his brother shooting him a quick text.
Hey. I got stuck at the office last night. How did dinner go last night? What did mom and dad say about me not being there?
Him and Sebastian were probably a little to loyal to their blue blooded, corrupt parents. Still, the brothers were more loyal to each other and he knew his brother well enough to know heād help him out by offering up some kind of reason why he wasnāt there last night. If their was one thing that was inexcusable in his fatherās eyes it was missing out on their once a week family dinner.