Page 79 of Savage Elites

This had been where a young Sebastian had seduced a much older woman and turned her reluctant love into a deadly obsession.

A cynical part of my brain, the one that had devoured Dangerous Liaisons in English and French and had absorbed Glenn Close’s and John Malkovich’s performance in the movie, asked myself a single question. What if the game wasn’t just to make me fall in love with Sebastian? What if this time, he wanted me to fall in love with him and his friends?

“Willow,” Sebastian placed both hands on my shoulders. “I’m not playing you.”

My gaze dropped down to the wooden floor. Ninety-nine percent of me believed in Sebastian, but I’d seen too much, experienced too much to trust him completely.

“If any part of you has reservations, I won’t push through them and try to convince you of my sincerity. But take a look at yourself. You’re beautiful, strong, loving, and have the kind of body that makes me cum without touching myself.”

My gaze flicked up to his eyes. His pupils were blown, and a fire blazed in them that made the butterflies in my stomach travel south.

He licked his lips, and I imagined them on my neck, my breasts, my belly, and between my legs. “Why would any man want to jeopardize that for the sake of a stupid game?”

My gaze dropped down to the tent in his pants, and heat flared in my core.

“Prove it,” I whispered.

“Prove my love?”

“Prove that you can climax just by looking at me.”

Chapter 19

Sebastian stepped back, his chest rising and falling like bellows. I folded my arms across my chest and waited. Waited for him to prove that his heartfelt proclamations were more than pretty words.

It was stupid, it was petty, it was fucking puerile, but I was sick of feeling off-balance and tired of the ambiguity. If I was so outrageously attractive, he could bloody well show me.

“Willow.” His brows drew together. “What exactly do you—”

“How did you put it? I have the kind of body that makes you cum without touching yourself.”

I let my gaze trail down from his perplexed face, over his blazer-clad chest, down past the deflating erection, and over his muscular thighs.

Then I met his wide, green eyes and enunciated, “I want to see you cum. Now.”

Sebastian swallowed. “Clothed or unclothed.”

“Take it all off.”

Lips curling into a smile, he sucked in a breath that made his entire chest expand. Then with a wicked grin—bravado, most likely—he unfastened the buttons of his blazer. “Is this what you want, Willow? To see me naked?”

“I don’t want the clothes getting in the way.”

He scrambled at his shirt, yanked off his tie, and shouldered off both garments. I hadn’t seen him shirtless since the Christmas break, and all that football practice and work at the gym had improved his physique.

His broad frame consisted of perfectly conditioned muscles without a trace of fat. Thick biceps curled around his arms, leading to thick forearms that complemented his large hands. Beneath bulging pecs lay a prominent six-pack and a trail of dark hair that led to the waistband of his green pants.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. The man was magnificent, and it took every ounce of self-control not to barrel him to the ground and grope every inch of his hard flesh.

“Do you like what you see, Willow?” His deep, smoky voice curled around my senses and made my nipples tighten.

The muscles of my core pulsed, and desire pushed itself to the forefront of my mind. Despite wanting to forget about my stupid challenge and kiss him senseless, I tilted my head to the side and held my face in an expression I hope would look unimpressed.

“I told you already, Sebastian. I want to see you cum.”

His eyes flared, and he toed off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. They fell in a puddle around his feet, leaving him standing in a pair of boxer briefs.

“Is this what you want?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.