ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ

Chapter 20

Sebastian

"I think you're making a big mistake hanging around her. You know very well that she's William's-"

The sweet powdery scent of her hair still filled my nostrils, while the involuntary tremors of her body vibrated under my palms. Her full lips still quivered between my teeth, begging me to mark and seal them.

"Don't you fucking meddle in my private life ever again."

I told him hostilely, more annoyed than usual. She aroused interest in me even before I purposely arranged our joint cooperation. The way she was William Kingston's, but so different from everything that has to do with him. The very thought of him awakened new levels of anger in me. Something about her attracted me beyond reason and the only way I would regain control was when I had her. Underneath me. On top of me. Delusional and completely out of control.

"I just want you to be careful that she doesn't mess up your plans. A lot of that is in stake. Because Seb, I think you're very aware of what you're getting yourself into."

Maxwell muttered, somewhat unsure how far he was allowed to go with me, but determined to give me his opinion. After all, he was my best friend and my right hand.

"I need to find out how deep she is in this."

Max took a sip of his scotch and set the glass down on the table, leaning deeper into his armchair.

I got up and looked out the window at the night lights of the city. The darkness that covered the sky and everything below gave me a sense of peace.

"You're playing with fire. I'm just saying."

He threw his hands in the air, feeling threatened under my sharp gaze.

"I wouldn't be where I am now Max if I was just playing with fire. I am motherfucking fire myself. I burn everything in front of me."

I finished my drink in a go, and started rolling up my sleeves, the tattoos on my arm clearly visible.

"Let's stop talking and get down to business."

Max stood up, arms outstretched and a crooked smile flashed across his face.

"They're waiting for us in the warehouse. They haven't put a single finger on him, they're waiting for you, as you ordered."

My eyes darkened.

"It's time for revenge to be served cold. And bloody."

***

I was extremely calm for a person who until a few hours ago had very violent intentions.

This happens when a person loses what is most important to him in life. Either you become lost and slowly disappear or your will takes on some new, superhuman form of persistence.

I got home, sat back in my armchair, while the room was illuminated only by the weak light of the night lamp. I undid a few buttons on my shirt, a feeling of lust rumbling through me, unusually calm but dangerous.

I picked up the phone and dialed the number. It was already quite late, but I knew she would answer.

"Hallo?"

Her clipped voice only intensified the feeling that was growing in me.

"Who is this?"

She said annoyed, a sense of passive aggression present in her voice.

"Is there anyone else who would call you at this late hour?"

"Mr. Reese, I have nothing to talk to you about, and I don't even see what you have to say to me. So I'm going to hang up now."

"Hang up on me only if you want me to appear in front of your door in five minutes, then in your apartment and finally on top of you."

She snorted, knowing that my words would indeed be translated into actions.

"Oh, sorry, or would you rather be on top of me? Given your desire for control?"

"If you wanted some dirty talk, you could have called the hot line. All you'll get from me are some juicy, dirty curses. Threats and some insults."

"If that's what turns you on, I agree."

"Sebastian, enough of this. Tell me why you called me."

I leaned back deeper, spreading my legs, feeling them slowly relax, while the part between my groin twitched more and more.

I put my hand over the clothed bulge that had started to grow.

"I thought about how easily I make you blush and shiver when I'm near you, even though you are trying really hard to hide it. Because I know how wet you are every time my breath leaves havoc on your skin."

I didn't hear anything on the other end of the phone, only her deep sigh, which I think was more from tension than from annoyance.

"Then I wondered how flushed and wet you'd really get when you knew no one was watching."

"Now I'm really going to end-"

"Do it and trust me you'll wish you'd stayed on the line and continued to listen to me."

Silence.

"Are you wet for me yet?"

My voice became more and more raspy woven with raging desire.

"I want you to slide your fingers slowly from your swollen breasts and those nipples, down your stomach to your throbbing, wet core."

I threw my head back, unbuttoning my pants.

"Just like I would do to you. Imagine my playful fingers making burning patterns on your skin."

I could almost hear her gulping heavily.

My hard cock grew more and more in my hand.

"Tell me, are you as wet for me as I am hard for you?"

I pumped several times slowly, closing my eyes and imagining her naked, lying on the bed caressing her breasts while she felt the wetness on her fingers between her spreaded lips.

"I don't see you as someone who is quiet, like now. I imagine you as a screamer. The very thought of your worn out voice makes me even more ha-"

"That's enough Sebastian!"

Her voice was shaky and its high pitch just showed me what I wanted to know.

"I'll hang up now. Goodbye!"

She ended the call, but a feeling of satisfaction washed over me, knowing that she would not be able to sleep peacefully.