Page 57 of A Wild Darkness

He leads me into the darkness.

“How the hell are we going to do this?” I whisper.

I can only make out the sharp features of his face, but the conflict about what he’s about to do to me is written across his face.

“I’m so sorry, Stevie.” His voice level matching mine. “Put your back against the bookshelf. Those sick fucks don’t get to see you.”

“Okay.” I nod. With my hands shaking, I let him turn me around until my spine rubs against the wooden shelves. “What about you?”

“I don’t care. You’re my main concern.” Sebastian’s warm body is flush with mine, pressing me back. His arms come up to clutch my wrists and then wrap them around his neck. “I’m going to drop my pants, then lift you up.”

I blow out a weighted breath, trying to calm myself. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“At least you get to fuck me and not one of them,” he says casually, making light of the situation, but the thought alone brings terror into the gut.

“Oh my god.” I squeeze my eyes shut, blocking out the thought.

Sebastian’s belt clanks on the tiled floor at our feet. And I know that means I’m closer to having sex with him. I’m scared, but also exhilarated. I really don’t like him, but Sebastian is sexy and dangerous, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to myself I haven’t had thoughts about sleeping with him.

“I’m going to lift you up.”

I nod.

Then he grips my hips and hoists me upward as I wrap my legs around his waist to keep myself upright.

“With my skirt, it should be easy to pull it up,” I say. And if I’m draped in darkness in that part of the room, I should remain mostly unseen. I quickly pull up the hem of my skirt and slide my panties to the side with one hand, before placing it back around his neck.

“You’re shaking.” His dark eyes meet mine, and I realize I can’t hold in my vulnerability any longer.

“I know,” I admit, a tear escaping down my cheek.

Sebastian’s face softens. “It’s only us, Stevie. Pretend those bastards aren’t even there.”

My eyes dart up over his shoulder to see them sitting around the grand table, eyes boring into Sebastian’s back as they eagerly wait for us to begin.

A calming hand meets the side of my face, moving it back to his. “Look at me.”

“I’ll be okay,” I say unconvincingly, dragging my eyes back to Sebastian.

“I might need a little help.” He gestures to his semi-hard cock between us. His statement makes me relax a little, and the corner of my mouth quirks up with a smile. “Can I kiss you?”

“Uh, yeah.” Butterflies fill my stomach with the anticipation of having his soft, plump lips on mine. “Yes.”

Sebastian smiles, then brings his mouth to mine. His soft lips press into me, sending a bolt of electricity up my spine, lighting up the room around me even though my eyes are closed. I’m surprised at how my body leans into him without a thought. Sebastian opens wider, sliding his tongue inside my mouth. My head turns to the side, wanting him to get deeper. His soft kiss builds slick arousal between my legs, and I tighten my arms around his neck, wanting more. He draws back, gliding his tongue along the seam of my lips before pulling away farther.

“Are you ready?” he whispers.

I shrug. “I don’t know.” I did enjoy that kiss, though.

“Can I check?” Sebastian brings a finger up to his lips and slips it into his mouth.

I swallow hard. “What I think you’re doing might help.”

With a subtle grin, he slides his wet finger between us and into the heat between my legs. His touch causes a bolt to shoot up my back. Then his finger slips out and circles my arousal on top of my clit.

Fuck, that’s nice. My legs twitch.

“Damn, Stevie.” His forehead falls against mine. “You’re so wet. I’m going in, okay?”