The Right Time || Sebastian Sallow x MC ||

Chapter 12

Slight trigger warning - we all know I am a smut queen but this one I feel needs a warning. Also going to be shorter than most of my chapters but I want to move on in the plot and I'm blocked a bit with this. So here have some smut as filler.

Intense oral sex, degradation, possessive MMC.

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It took all of Maeve's strength to get through this entire dinner. Garreth chattered away the entire time bragging about Liliana, who constantly scowled at him for it. Natty explaining where Amit was, Poppy talking about the wedding.

But none of it mattered as the pair of brown eyes from across the table would catch hers every few minutes. The sly smile plastered to Sebastian's face the entire time only grew wider as Adelaide laughed and clutched on to his sleeve causing Maeve to chug her entire glass of wine.

Garreth noticed and smirked, causing her to elbow him in the ribs.

"So Addy, do you have a date for the wedding?" Sebastian asked nicely and Maeve almost choked on the piece of bread she was trying to eat.

Adelaides face turns bright red, flipping her hair over her shoulder she turns to him.

"No, not yet." She batts her eyelashes at him. Maeve clenches her teeth together, shooting daggers with her eyes across at Sebastian.

"Hm." Was all Sebastian said, turning back to his plate. Maeve was clutching her knife in her hand so hard her knuckles turning white.

Garreth leans in close to her ear. "Two can play that game." He whispers.

"Excuse me." Maeve grumbles pushing herself back up from the table, heading into the hallway. She leaned up against the wall, her eyes closed as her head hit the wood. Letting out a long sigh, she starts to debate if this was even a good idea.

A warm hand slaps across her mouth causing her eyes to fly open, she is suddenly staring at Sebastian in front of her.

"You're trying to make me jealous with Weasley, by touching him." He whispered in a stern tone, his hand falling from her mouth once he knew she wouldn't scream.

"You're trying to make me jealous with Adelaide." Maeve hisses back, her arms crossing across her chest.

"I was simply asking a friend a question." His hands slide to her hips. His gaze wonders down her body, at how the tight sweater maroon dress hugged every single curve of her. He licks his lips as he brings his eyes to meet hers again.

"You know she fancies you." Maeve retorts.

Sebastian shrugged, "Why does it matter if she fancies me?" he asks.

Maeve fights the urge to roll her eyes, her hands reach out gripping his sweater pulling him closer to her. She tilts her chin up to graze her lips lightly across his, his eyes flutter shut as he leans in for more.

"Why does it matter if I touched Garreth? It's not like I haven't before." She grins as his eyes snap open, filled with fire. His hand reaches up gripping her chin in his hand, a small gasp escaping her.

"Watch it Crawford."

"It's the truth." She tries to smile but the grasp on her face only tightens.

"I don't want to hear about you touching another man. Or another man touching you." Her heart starts racing as he flushes his body against hers, she can feel the moisture pool between her thighs.

"And what happens if I talk about it?" She asks boldly and Sebastian lets out a low chuckle, pressing his lips against hers forcefully taking her breath as he kisses her.