Finally, Sebastian looks away, steely-eyed and staring out the window. I watch him intently, watch his every shift of his jaw, looking to figure out what it was that made the Sebastian who can't be scared so unnerved. "All I'll say," he says, his voice both quiet and intense at the same time. My heart races in my chest. "All I'll say is that it wasn't Marco who gave me the scar."

This catches me by surprise.

It wasn't Marco.

The scar wasn't from Marco.

Does that mean there are more people after him? Does that mean he's done more bad things than just what he told me? Does that mean--

But before I have time to ask any questions, Sebastian's fiery gaze is trained on me again, and the need pours off of him like steam after a shower. "Now fuck me, angel," he growls. Just his words make my legs squirm. I try to keep focused on interrogating him, but the desire wins over all too easily. "Fuck me. Let me make you mine."

I nod vigorously, letting all else slip away. I need to be healed, and so does he. And whenever we need to feel better, whenever we need everything else to go away, we always turn to each other. Our bodies are always the answer. Our bodies are the only things that know how to put the broken pieces of ourselves back together.

I reach out and press myself against Sebastian, working to undo his tie, then his suit, and then the shirt beneath it. I work quickly, pulling his shirt over his head, as he starts slipping off my pants with those delicate fingers of his. Soon my breasts are pressed up against his rock hard and shirtless body, and I feel his erection tickling at my thighs as I work to slip off of his pants. They come off slowly, and the next thing I know, he's in his underwear and I'm in my panties, sitting in his lap, pressed against him. Sebastian's body is hot and sweaty, so muscular that it sends tremors throughout my body, and every part of me just wants to lick the sweat off of him, so much that I do. I press my lips to his chest, kissing him first, then letting my tongue slip and drag it across his chest, tasting him, loving him.

Sebastian's erection gets harder and harder, and it feels like I'm burning up this close to him. As I kiss him, Sebastian leans back, trying to suppress a moan, slipping a finger back down my body, along my stomach and slowing at the sensitive skin at my thighs. Gently, he starts moving his finger back and forth. I squirm but keep kissing him, feeling the pressure building up inside of me, the need for him to slip inside of me becoming almost too much. I trail my kisses down his stomach, along those perfect abs of his, and I decide to tease him in return by stopping at the skin right above his cock, kissing slowly, teasingly, and I feel it stand up even straighter, pressing against my thighs. I let out a moan this time, wanting him so much, and suddenly, his grip tightens around me. He lifts me out of the chair and sets my body out on the kitchen table, standing above me, my body sprawled across the cool tile table.

He crawls on above me, leaning his body over mine, dragging his fingers across my stomach as he reaches for my panties. I lean my head back and moan. My eyes stay focused on the ceiling as he expertly slips off my panties. The tension in my body builds up and builds up, and Sebastian slowly drags his finger across my hot, tingly skin as he reaches out and takes off his boxers, then slips on what looks to be a condom.

Then, just like that, he's back on top of me, stark naked, his cock pressing hard and strong against my thighs. I lean my head back, wanting nothing more than for him to take me. All of the air in the room has completely disappeared, sucked out of me, just like that. There is nothing but the heat between us, the intensity in my body as Sebastian leans above me on the kitchen table and kisses me, hot and passionate, making my lips burn with desire. I kiss him like I need him to breathe. I kiss him like if I stop kissing him, the world will end. I kiss him because kissing him lets everything else melt away, sends wave after wave of tingles throughout my body.

After a minute, Sebastian pulls back. My breathing is heavy and fast, and I feel Sebastian's hot breath above me as he leans forward and trails his kisses down to my breast, lingering there, making sure I feel everything. And then, slowly, he makes his way down to my stomach, stopping on my sensitive skin. I still feel the hardness of erection pressed against my body, making me squirm even more. The tension keeps building up and building up inside of me, sending tremors throughout my body. Sebastian pauses then, kisses me softer, slowly, nipping at my pale skin and causing me to moan. I can almost sense his smile. He's fully aware of how much this hurts me, how much my body needs him, wants him inside of me. He's teasing me, and he knows it.

"Do it, Sebastian," I whisper, closing my eyes, my head falling back. Every part of me wants him in that instant. Every parts of me needs him inside of me. "Take me," I whisper, and then, he does. His cock goes inside of me slowly, teasingly, and then he's there. The ache in my body explodes as the orgasm whips through me. My eyes roll back in my head and I gasp, letting Sebastian inside of me, letting him own me, until everything else feels okay.

"Do you feel that, angel? Do you feel me?" Sebastian growls through his groans, wrapping his arms around my naked body and kissing me as he goes in deeper.

"Yes," I gasp out.

"And do you want more?" He keeps moving around inside of me, driving deeper, and I just can't stop moaning.

"Please," I pant out. "I want to feel everything."

Sebastian smiles and presses himself against me, his naked body beside mine, his lips on my lips before I even know what's happening. "Here I am, angel," he whispers. "Here I am."

Chapter Twelve

Once we're finished, which is a while, Sebastian goes up to take a shower. I should probably join him too based on how hot my body feels from the sex, but I don't have the energy. I just lie on the couch, breathing heavily as I look up at the ceiling, smiling to myself. I keep replaying what just happened again and again in my head, thinking about the pure bliss Sebastian gave me that no one else has been able to. Kissing Sebastian makes everything better, heals the emptiness I've felt for so long. It's nice to have him, to have someone I can trust, to have someone to care about and feel safe with. Sebastian has made my life so much better, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. And for the first time since my parents died, I feel like I'm going to be okay. Like as his prisoner, his angel--with him protecting me--nothing can go wrong.

Eventually, my mind drifts back to the scar on his jaw, the one he told me wasn't from Marco. I can't help but wonder where he got it from, and why. Did he betray someone else? Has he done more than just work for Marco? And why exactly is Marco after him, anyway, and more importantly, why is he after me too? I squeeze my eyes shut. There's so much I don't know. As much as I want to trust Sebastian, I don't know if I can. He isn't stable, that's for sure. He's bad. He's dangerous. He's corrupting me. And yet, I… kind of like it.

I sit up, pad over to the refrigerator, and pour myself a glass of milk. The shower has stopped running, and I assume Sebastian will be down here any minute now, preferably without any clothing on. I take a sip of my milk, letting the cool liquid sneak down my throat, closing my eyes and sighing. Birds chirp outside and the sun has started to come out, and all in all, the day is nice. Peaceful. Quiet. I find myself wondering if I'm ever going to get out of here, if Sebastian is ever going to let me into the real world again, if he's ever going to trust that Marco won't find me. All of the doors in the house are locked--I've already tried them--and the only way out is to break through the window, which Sebastian knows I don't have the energy to do. And anyway, I'm not sure I want to leave, because trying to escape means leaving Sebastian, and I'm not leaving anyone else in my life. Especially him.