Sebastian Knight

19. Sebastian

My face was serious, as I stared at Liliana. As much as I wanted her, I knew she needed to heal a little before I did anything. Liliana's lips turned into a pout as she stared at me.

Shaking my head, I leant forward and kissed her briefly, "Clean" I emphasizes. “Not dirty.”

“I like dirty," Liliana replied.

“Me, too, baby. But not now, not here.” I grabbed the shampoo, and before she could tell me no, I wash her hair.

I knew she loved to be clean, to feel refreshed and reinvigorated. After the soap ran off her body, i turned off the shower, stepping out and wrapped her in a large towel, before draping one of my hips. Liliana dried her hair.

A groan left her mouth from the headache she still had.

"Your painkillers? Do you have them?" I asked her.

Liliana smiled, "Yes, Dr Rachel gave me some before we left the hospital. She told me not to use them unless I have too."

I sighed and opened the cabinet, pulling out a hair dryer and began to dry Liliana's hair gently making sure not to harm her. When her hair was dry enough I turned it off, placing it on the sink.

"Do you know why Tamara was involved with Thomas?" Liliana asked me.

"I do," I muttered darkly.

Liliana frowned up at me, she looks distracted as I dried my hair with a towel. My chest and shoulders were still wet with beads of water that glint beneath the halogens. I couldn't help but pause and smirk.

“Enjoying the view?”

“How do you know?” Liliana ask, trying to ignore that she's been caught staring at at me.

“That you’re enjoying the view?” I teased.

“No,” She scolds. “About Tamara.”

“Detective Allen hinted at it.” I replied, "So I got Deigo to look into for me."

“Hyde had videos. Videos of all of them. On several USB flash drives.”

Liliana frowns, her skin tightening across her forehead.

“Videos of him f*****g her and f*****g all his PAs.” I grabbed her hairbrush from the holder.

“Exactly. Blackmail material. He likes it rough.” staring at Liliana, I took a break, “Come. Let me dry your hair.”

And she knew the subject is closed closed for the moment. Liliana shouldn't have to worry about this. After dressing in sweatpants and a T-shirt, Liliana sat between my leg as I brushed her hair.

“So did Allen tell you anything else while I was unconscious?”

“Not that I recall.”

“I heard a few of your conversations.”

The hairbrush stills in her hair, as I stopped brushing to look at her. I have heard that some people can hear.

“Did you?” I asked, my tone nonchalant.

“Yes. Your dad and Detective Clark.”

“And Holly?”

“Holly was there?”

Holly was one of my workers, she worked at my butcher shop, she deals with all the customers that need a little taunting. If you get my drift.

“Briefly, yes. She’s mad at you, too.”

Liliana turned in my lap. “Stop with the everyone is mad at Lily crap, okay?”

“Just telling you the truth,” I replied.

“Yes, it was reckless, but all my life I was put down by others and my family. I had enough. But no more recklessness. Because next time, I will spank the living s**t out of you.”

Liliana gasped as she stared at me wide eyes, “You wouldn’t!”

“I would," I smirked.

Liliana launched herself at me, I twisted so that she fell onto the bed in my arms. As she landed, the pain in her ribs shot through her causing her to wince.

I paled seeing her wince in pain. “Behave!” I admonishes, and for a moment I'm angry.

“Sorry,” Liliana mumbled, caressing my cheek.

Nuzzling her hand, I kissed it gently, "Honestly, baby, you really have no regard for your own safety.” I tugged up the hem of her T-shirt then rests my fingertips, caressing her skin.

Desire explodes unexpected, hot, and heavy in her blood. Liliana gasps, while I look at her and tensed, halting my fingers and gazed down at her. Moving my hand up, I tucked a stray hand behind her ear.

"No," I whispered, knowing what she wanted. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve seen the bruises. And the answer’s no.” My voice is form and I kissed her forehead.

Liliana squirms and whined, "Sebastian!"

"No, get into bed," I sit up facing her.

"Bed?" Liliana asked with her hand raised.

"You need rest, come on baby."

"No, I need you," She whined.

I closed my eyes, shaking my head as if, her it's a great effort of my will. I reopened my eyes, that are bright with resolve.

"Just do as you're damn told, Lily!"

I knew that Liliana was tempted to take off her clothes, but I knew she knew that I want what is best for her. She knew that she wouldn't win this argument.

Liliana sighs, "Okay," she replied and gave me a exaggerated pout.

"I'll bring you some lunch," I was amused by her. "I need to speak to my Papi about everything."

"You're going to cook?" Liliana asked.

I stared at her with an ouch expression, "I can cook, thank you." I laughed, "But I'm going to heat up some chicken noddle soup. Marina makes the best chicken noddle soup."

“Sebastian, I’ll do it. I’m fine. Jeez, I want s*x—I can certainly cook.” She sits up, trying to hide the flinch she made.

“Bed!” my eyes flash, and I point towards the pillow.

“Join me,” She murmured, wishing she were wearing something a little more alluring than sweatpants and a T-shirt.

“Lily, get into bed. Now.”

Liliana scowls before standing up and letting her pants drop unceremoniously to the floor, glaring at me the whole time. My mouth twitches with humor as I pull the duvet back.

“You heard Dr. Rachel. She said rest.” my voice is gentler. Liliana slips into bed and folds her arms in frustration. “Stay,” I say clearly enjoying himself.

Her scowl deepens. Mariana's chicken stew is, without doubt, one of my favorite dishes. Liliana eats with me, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed.

“That was very well heated.” Liliana smirks while I couldn't help but grin as she began to look sleepy.

"You look tired," I spoke as I picked up the tray.

“I am.”

“Good. Sleep.” I kissed Liliana, a peck on the lips and lingering a kiss on the forehead. “I have some work I need to do. I’ll do it in here if that’s okay with you.”

Liliana nods, fighting the losing battle with her eyelids.