!Mature content ahead!

ARABELLA

Laughter, smiles, and gossip surrounded the dining table as the Hendersons began to talk amongst themselves.

I looked at Mave; he was eating, as was Jen, but she raised her head and winked at me at the same time.

I smiled at her.

While Grizelle and Luke's mother, whose name I later learned was Tasha, were discussing the recent fashion show they attended, and as much as I enjoyed listening to them gossip about the models they knew, I felt bad for the ones who, in their words, "became the joke of the show,"

"She couldn't even get that dress on," Tasha grumbled.

"I feel bad for the designer, the dress was gorgeous, if you ask me," Grizelle laughed.

I blocked out their voices in my head, and my thoughts wandered to that blue-eyed devil who seemed to consume my every thought these days.

But I quickly shook my head to clear my mind from his thoughts.

As I watched the entire family laughing and talking in front of me, a sudden yearning for my own family arose within me. Despite talking and texting every other night, nothing could replace the feeling of being at home, near our parents.

And something was bothering me, I couldn't put my finger on it, but it had something to do with the fact that no one was asking about Seb's or his parents' presence. It bothered me even though it was none of my business.

Dinner ended on a peaceful note, with pudding, chocolates, and a variety of other dishes that I didn't bother looking at as desserts because I was already bloated.

As I rose from my seat, I noticed Grizelle was already staring at me, so I smiled and asked,

"Could you please tell me where the restroom is?"

She nodded, a small smile on her lips.

"Of course, it's down the hall."

I nodded, but I wasn't sure if I could find the restroom.

"I will ask one of the maids to accompany you," she said, looking at my hesitant expression.

I nodded in relief.

"That would be helpful," I said with a small smile.

Grizelle called for a maid. The maid, who was dressed in a white and black uniform, stood beside me after receiving her order.

She walked ahead of me, and I followed. I turned around to thank her when we got to the bathroom right outside a bedroom.

"Could you please wait a moment, I'll be finished in a few minutes?"

She stood there, emotionless, nodding. It's as if they've been taught to be emotionless.

I finished my restroom activities in a few minutes and took in the room's spacious design. On top of my smudged lipstick, I applied a layer of lipstick and dabbed some powder.

I exited the restroom after giving myself one last look in the mirror, only to meet the person I least expected to see standing there.

The maid was nowhere to be found, and I didn't even get a chance to step outside before being pushed inside and held against the door while that person locked it.

Click.

My heart was beating rapidly, I could feel the beat in my chest, but I couldn't ignore the fluttering sensation that erupted in my stomach.

"Fuck," he breathed, his body towering over mine and his lips inches away from mine.

My chest was rising and falling as he stared at me and then at my lips, his blue eyes gleaming with possessiveness and anger as he pressed me against him and the door.

He pressed himself against me even more, bringing our chests together.

"What are you doing?" I was in a daze, I asked between heavy breaths.

"Shut up," he said, slamming his lips against mine and claiming my lips. With his hands on my hips, he drew me even closer, if that was possible. I encircled his neck with my hands and fisted some of his hair.

He groaned in my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. When his tongue touched mine and sucked brutally, I moaned. I liked the way he assaulted my mouth.

I gave him more access to my mouth by tilting my head. He sucked my lower lip in between his teeth, making me groan.

He smirked and pulled me up, my legs encircling his hips and holding me against the door.

I could feel a hard object poking my core, causing me to moan softly.

"The maid is outside," I said, moaning in between my heavy breaths as he rocked his hips, eyes closed, lips apart.

"I told her to fuck off," he breathed, looking at me.

"These pants- fuck, these pants are fucking killing me," he groaned as he pushed his hips forward, causing me to moan even louder.

"Oh god," I moaned, biting his shoulder to control my sounds.

He continued to move, rocking and cursing.

"Fuck me, Arabella,"

"On the toilet seat," I ordered.

I had no idea what we were doing anymore.

But this was so satisfying.

"Oh fuck, yes baby, move like that," he moaned as I moved against him to create more friction.

As he moved and sat on the toilet seat, I kissed against his jaws.

"Open it," I said, touching his chiseled thighs.

"Fucking hell," he grumbled.

"Open it," I said again, squeezing his cock.

"Fuck," he moaned into my shoulder, "don't give me ideas Arabella, I can fuck you in an infinite number of ways in this small bathroom and rip your pussy apart."

My thighs clenched as I rocketed against him, moaning softly.

He smirked, his eyes filled with mirth rather than rage.

He moved his fingers from my hips to my body, slowly caressing it; trailing his fingers up, he dipped his fingers inside my cleavage while staring at me intently.

I rubbed up against him, causing much-needed friction.

He yanked my top over my head and stripped me down to my bra and jeans.

He licked his lips and muttered a, "Fuck."

He raised his eyes to meet mine as he unhooked my bra.

I grabbed both boobs in my hands and squeezed them, having no idea what I was doing. His eyes darkened, and he yanked my hands away from my breast, giving them a pleasurable squeeze with his hands as I closed my eyes.

He twirled one of my nipples in his hands and continued to stare at me, lust and desire swirling in his eyes.

"Open your pants," I said.

He raised an eyebrow but nodded, handing over control to me.

"You do it," he said with a smirk.

I raised my brow.

At this point, I was questioning myself, wondering if this was even me, and who had instilled such confidence in me.

Nonetheless, I got down and pulled down the zip of his pants, and the thin sheet of his underwear that held his cock sprung out in my face, leaving me perplexed.

Gulping, I drew his underwear down and clenched my thighs, licking my lips.

I can come by simply by looking at it.

Oh my goodness, why was it so huge?

As he smirked, I could tell he was pleased with my reaction.

Why did it look so appetizing?

Okay, I'd had it. I'd completely lost it.

I curiously leaned in and touched it, his precum glistening with need, I flicked it my thumb making him softly moan. My legs squished themselves when I heard it.

"You don't have to," he managed to say through his heavy breathing.

It was as if everything in my mind had stopped working, and I yearned to experience that ecstasy once more.

I shook my head and continued to encircle five of my fingers, flicking his cock with my thumb.

"Fuck," he moaned, thrusting his hips forward.

"Should I make a fist?"

He gives a nod.

I made a fist with both of my hands and moved my hands up and down over his cock, which was pointing upwards.

"Fuck, is that how tight your pussy is?" He groaned.

"Nope, tighter," I moaned as I continued to move.

"Fuck"

"Stand up," I said.

"At this point, I'm going to let you fuck-" I kissed the rest of his words, while he stood up.

I got down on my knees and looked up at him, his ocean blue eyes glistening with desire, possessiveness, and something else I couldn't put my finger on.

"May I?" I inquired quietly.

I can't believe I'm doing it. This was something I despised female protagonists in novels doing.

The irony of the situation.

Sebastian chuckled.

"Fuck yes, you have no idea how many times I imagined your pink pouty lips to be on my dick."

His dick hardened even more as he said that, making me blush.

I brought my lips near his cock and licked the cum from his cock, ignoring the creepy flutter in my chest.

"Fuck," he groaned, his fists clenched around my hair.

I licked the tip of his cock and squeezed it with my hands.

"Ah baby," he moaned making clenching my thighs.

"Ah fuck," he cursed as he threw his head back, holding the sink table.

"Do you feel good?" I asked, raising my head, breathlessly.

"Don't fucking stop," he moaned.

I dilated my pupils and softly bit his skin.

"Fuck, woman, this is worse than any punishment I've ever received."

While he cussed and moaned, I smirked and continued licking his cock like a lollipop.

Putting the tip inside my mouth. I sucked it, unaware of the power it possessed until he thrust it into my mouth and groaned loudly. When I heard that, my inner thighs tingled with desire.

"Lower your voice," I ordered, licking his entire length.

"Fuck," he moans again, this time with a fist inside his mouth.

I sucked, bit, and licked his tip until his legs began to shake.

"Oh my fucking lord," he moaned loudly.

I took his entire length in my mouth, where the tip met my throat, and took a breath.

"Fuck baby, tell me to stop if I'm hurting you, okay?" I nodded as he asked breathlessly, tightening his grip on my hair.

Baby sounded a lot sexier coming out of his mouth.

With that, he thrust his cock into my mouth and continued to moan my name.

"Fuck Arabella," he groans.

"So good, baby," he cooed, removing the sticky hair from my brow.

"Such a fucking good girl," He moans, thrusting faster.

"Will you let me make you feel good?" He asks breathlessly.

As he continued to thrust into my mouth, I nodded. He was careful not to hit my throat too hard.

"Are you going to ride my face?" He moaned, and I groaned, rubbing my clit with my fingers.

My inner thighs were trembling with desire.

"Mine" he growled.

With each of his thrusts he kept repeating it while I nodded. I knew he was getting close when his thrusts became sloppier. I gagged as he brought his length inside me and touched my throat;

"Fuck, I'll come," he moaned.

I nodded while gagging, my eyes watering and my air constricting.

He drew his length into my mouth with another thrust, and with another lick of my tongue, he leaked into my mouth, growling my name.

"Arabella"

We were both out of breath and breathing heavily. My chest puffed up and down as he pulled me up and placed me on the table sink. He looked at me softly and kissed my lips, pressing his brow against mine.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

"You'll be the death of me."

I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of being in his arms.

And then everything went downhill.

We were in his grandmother's bathroom, with his entire family outside somewhere, and I was giving him a b-

Oh, my God.

Can the ground please swallow me.

"Calm down, I can feel you tensing already," he murmured, his eyes closed.

"Did I just do that?" I asked quietly, my gaze lowered as blush covered my cheeks.

He chuckled and opened his eyes, pulling my chin up with his fingers, his eyes gleaming with softness and something I couldn't put my finger on.

He softly kissed my lips, claiming them once more, without answering my question.

"I'm in a lot of trouble," he murmured with a sigh as he continued to stare at me.