SEBASTIAN’S POV
I sprawled across my silk sheets, my pajamas clinging to my sweat-drenched skin, the Novela skyline a cold glitter through my penthouse windows. Sleep was a cruel bastard, dodging me like a shadow. Every time I closed my eyes, Isabella Hart consumed me—her red hair splayed, her green eyes glassy, her body writhing beneath mine in that bar’s private room.
Maximus, growled, dragging up the memories of her moans—raw, desperate, a wail that pierced me as I sucked her n****e, its peak stiffening under my tongue. I’d grazed it with my teeth, her cry—“oh.. yes… please!”—sharp, her nails digging into my shoulders.
My c**k had plunged into her, her tight, wet heat gripping me, her screams—“Harder, oh God!”—echoing in my skull.
I groaned, my fist twisting the sheets, my body a
