Sebastian Knight

12. Liliana

Walking around the penthouse suite, I couldn't be Sebestian owned more than one place. It honestly shocked me, when he drove here. Taking a deep breath as I looked out of the big windows peering at the people on the ground, who just looked like ants.

I felt Sebastian's arms wrap around my waist pulling me closer to him. He has been worried all day.

"I've just spoken to my father, he wants to meet you. So we are leaving for Chile in a few hours. I've asked one of my workers to go and buy you some clothes," Sebastian mumbled on my skin as he kissed my exposed shoulder.

"But how do they know what I like?" I asked as I tilted my head up to meet his eyes.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, as he let out a chuckle, "Come on baby, you really think I haven't got you figured out. I've known you for a while and well, you may wear different styles but the colour is the same. I gave them a list of what you like to wear most times."

Rolling my eyes, I sighed, "So I'm finally meeting your father as a partner?"

I've met his father a few times in the past but it was only brief as I was working at my father's bar. It's weird how I haven't heard from them, maybe Sebastian scares them too much.

"Yes, come on let's head to the airport."

****

It's about 2:30 pm when Sebastian and I arrive at the airport. His driver for the day Taylen was driving us onto the talmak, where a big private jet was awaiting for us.

I have never seen anything like this before, Sebestian held my hand giving it a squeeze. Deigo was already waiting outside the private jet with a few other guards who will be coming with us.

As Taylen pulled up, Sebestian stepped out and I followed behind. Sebestian thanked Taylen before he took my hand heading up the stairs into the plane.

The plane itself was beautiful, brown wood texture, with white leather seats. Not to mention a bedroom suite just for him, well I'm hoping it's not all for him.

"Liliana, I want you to meet the crew on this flight. These are the stuitesses Gayle, Bailey and Taylor. Our pilot will be Richard and co-poilt is Deigo. It will be 10 hour flight. So we have some time alone," he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I couldn't help but blush before shaking hands with everyone, although Gayle looked a little jealous and upset. Gayle is a good-looking woman—a tall, good-looking woman. She wears her short, salon-blond, perfectly layered and coiffed hair like a sophisticated crown. She’s dressed in a pale gray pantsuit; the slacks and fitted jacket hug her lush curves. Her clothes look expensive.

At the base of her throat, a solitary diamond glints, matching the single-carat studs in her ears. She is well groomed—one of those women who grew up with money and breeding, though her breeding seems to be lacking this evening; her pale blue blouse is undone too. far. Like mine. I flush.

“Sebastian, welcome back, I hope this flught is comfortablefor you and Liliana.” She beams, showing perfect white teeth, and holds out a manicured hand to shake first Sebestian's, then my hand.

It means I have to release Sebestian's hand to reciprocate. She’s a fraction shorter than him, but then she’s in killer heels.

“Gayle,” he says politely, but i could see the look on his face, he wasnt impressed by her actions. I smile coolly.

He brushes his lips against my temple, taking me by surprise. See . . . he’s mine. Annoying—infuriating, even—but mine. I grin. Right now, I really love you, Sebestian Knight. I slip my hand around his waist then into his rear pocket of his pants and squeeze his behind. Gayle gives us a thin smile. Sebastian looked hard at her for a moment before his attention turned to me.

"I want everyone to make sure this flight is perfect. It is Liliana's first time travelling so far, so I want her to be comfortable," Sebestian spoke to the crew.

"You got it boss, we will make sure no one messes this up for you and Liliana," Deigo's eyes flashed towards Gayle's giving her a warning look, all feared.

Taking my hand, he leads me to it, Gayle following in our wake. I finally remember my manners.

"Would you like something to drink?" Gayle asked me first. "Maybe a glass of wine?"

"That would be lovely, thank you Gayle, dry white if you have it," I replied.

"And you Mr Knight?" Gayle asked.

"A whiskey on the rocks, thank you," he spoke while his eyes never left me.

Gayle nodded and walked away making sure her hips moved.

"I'm so sorry about her, she's never been like this before," Sebastian whispered against my hair.

"Probably the last time, you didn't have a girl attached to you," I replied.

"You are more than just a girl," he growls. "You are mine... forever mine."

Gayle returned back with the wine and whiskey handing it to us all.

"Boss we will be starting to leave once we have the all clear from air traffic control," Richard spoke.

"Thank you, Richard," Sebastian replied while taking a sip of his whiskey.

I sipped on my wine, smiling at the taste. Sauvignon blanc one of my favourites, I used to have this at the bar all the time while I sang.

I could see Gayle giving Sebastian side eyes, making me feel uncomfortable. Leaning into Sebestian's ear, I nibbled on it for a second.

"I'm going to speak to Gayle for a second," I spoke, causing him to look at me. "I'll be right back."

Standing up, I placed my wine glass on the table and made my way over to Gayle, the suitesses left for us to chat.

I cleared my throat, making Gayle aware of my presence, she turned around and looked at me, her eyes were wide for a second. Then calling on all my inner strength and the fact that I’ve been seriously piqued for the last 20 munites, I let her have it.

“You’re right to be nervous, Gayle, because right now you are working for Mr Knight. But I’m sure we’ll be fine as long as you keep your hands off him, he is mine," a low growl left my throat.

She gasped, looking over to see Sebastian wasn't even looking at us, he was looking out the window waiting for the plane to take off.

“Otherwise, you’re fired. Understand?” I enunciate each word clearly.

She blinks rapidly, utterly stunned. She cannot believe what I’ve said. I cannot believe what I’ve just said. But I hold my ground, gazing impassively into her widening brown eyes.

Don’t back down. Don’t back down!

I’ve learned this maddening impassive expression from Sebestian who does impassive like no one else. I know that being hired by him is like a life change, because the pay. Plus he's so good looking.

"Liliana- Mrs Torres... I'm so sorry. I never-" She flushes, unsure what else she can say.

“Let me be clear. Sebestian is not interested in you.”

“Of course,” she murmurs, the blood draining from her face.

“As I said, I just wanted to be clear.”

“Mrs. Torres, I sincerely apologize if you think . . . I have—” She stops, still floundering for something to say.

“Good. As long as we understand each other, we’ll be fine." With that I turned on my heel and walked back over to Sebestian sitting down next to him.

"Everything okay?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, now I am," I replied.

Sebestian chuckled before leaning in and kissed me on the lips. He made sure to look at Gayle while doing it, letting her know once and for all he was taken.

"I'm proud of you baby," he said once we pulled away. "Always stand your ground, never let anyone drag you down. You are becoming more and more like me." I could sense the pride in him and his eyes.

I smiled and leaned my head on his chest, even though he was feared by almost everyone. He held my heart in his hands and I held his.

"Alright boss, we are taking off now," Richard spoke over the intercom.

All the crew went to there designated area while the plane took off. I heard the door close, making me look up to see the section we were on was all closed up.

I gasp with surprise and his lips are on mine, his tongue hot and hard in my mouth. My fingers curl around hair, as he deepens the kiss. His hand moves from my chin down to the top button of my blouse.

“I want to f**k you seven shades of Sunday, and we can do it in here or in the bedroom. You decide.”

Sebestian's eyes blaze, hot and full of promise, his hair dripping water onto us both. My mouth goes dry.

“What’s it to be, baby?” he asked as he holds in his lap. “Answer me, Liliana. Here or the bedroom?”

“Here,” I whisper frantically.

He smiles slowly, his lips curling into a sensuous smile full of licentious promise.

“Good choice, Liliana,” he murmurs against my lips.

He releases my chin and his hand moves to my knee. It glides smoothly up my leg, lifting my skirt and skating over my skin, making me tingle. His lips trail soft kisses from the base of my ear along my jaw.

“Oh, what shall I do to you?” he whispers. His fingers halt at my stocking tops. “I like these,” he says.

He runs a finger underneath the top and skims it around to my inner thigh. I gasp and squirm once more in his lap. He groans, low in his throat. “If I’m going to f**k you seven shades of Sunday, I want you to keep still.”

“Make me,” I challenge, my voice soft and breathy.

Sebastian inhales sharply. He narrows his eyes and regards me with a hot, hooded expression.

“Oh, baby. You have only to ask.” His hand moves from my stocking tops up to my panties. “Let’s divest you of these.” He tugs gently and I shift to help him.

His breath hisses through his teeth as I do. “Keep still,” he grumbles.

“I’m helping,” I pout, and he seizes my lower lip gently between his teeth.

“Still,” he growls. He slides my panties down my legs and off.

Tugging my skirt up so that it’s bunched around my hips, he moves both hands to my waist and lifts me. He still has my panties in his hand.

“Sit. Astride me,” he orders staring intently into my eyes.

I shift, straddling him, and regard him provocatively.

"Liliana,” he warns “Are you goading me?” He gazes at me, amused but aroused. It’s a seductive combination.

“Yes. What are you going to do about it?”

His eyes light up with salacious delight at my challenge, and I feel his arousal beneath me. “Clasp your hands together behind your back.”

Oh! I comply obediently and, he deftly binds my wrists together with my panties.

“My panties? Sebestian, you have no shame,” I admonish.

“Not where you’re concerned, Liliana, but you know that.” His look is intense and hot.

Putting his hands around my waist, he shifts me so I am sitting a little further back on his lap. Water still drips down his neck and over his chest. I want to bend forward and lick the drips off, but it’s trickier now that I am restrained. Sebestian caresses both of my thighs and skims his hands down to my knees.

Gently he pushes them further apart and widens his own legs, holding me in that position. His fingers move to the buttons of my blouse.

“I don’t think we need this,” he says.

He starts methodically undoing each button on my clinging blouse, his eyes never leaving mine. They get darker and darker as he finishes the task, taking his own sweet time about it. My pulse quickens and my breathing shallows. I can’t believe it— his thumb skimming across my bottom lip. Suddenly, he thrusts his thumb into my mouth.

“Suck,” he orders in a whisper, stressing the S.

I close my mouth around him and do exactly that. Oh . . . I like this game. He tastes good. What else would I like to suck? The muscles in my belly clench at the thought. His lips part when I scrape my teeth and bite the soft pad of his thumb.

He groans and slowly extracts his wet thumb from my mouth and trails it down my chin, down my throat, over my sternum. He hooks it into the cup of my bra and yanks the cup down, freeing my breast.

Sebestian's gaze never leaves mine. He’s watching each reaction that his touch elicits from me, and I’m watching him.

It’s hot. Consuming. Possessive. I love it. He mirrors his actions with his other hand so both my breasts are free and, cupping them gently, he skims each thumb over a n****e, circling slowly, teasing and taunting each one so that they harden and distend beneath his skillful touch. I try, I really try not to move, but my n*****s are hotwired to my groin, so I moan and throw my head back, closing my eyes and surrendering to the sweet, sweet torture.