Falling in Lust with the Enemy

Sleeping with the enemy

Scarlett's Pov

I watched Sebastian closely, waiting for any expression of surprise or discomfort to cross his face, but much to my satisfaction, the look on his face remained the same—amused, intrigued, and maddeningly calm.

His eyes locked with mine, and I could see a hint of something darker, something that mirrored the wild impulse that had driven me to ask such a question in the first place.

“Are you sure you want to do it again?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. He leaned in slightly, his intense gaze never wavering. “Because if it happens again, it won’t end with just a kiss.”

I swallowed hard before taking the last swig of my wine and letting the warm liquid burn down my throat. Then, without another thought, I placed the empty glass on the coffee table in front of me.

The alcohol had worked its way into my system completely, loosening my usual knot of control. Not only was I exhausted, both physically and mentally, I was also very turned on in a way I couldn't explain. All I knew was that I wanted this. I wanted Sebastian Sinclair, and I wanted him now.

Slowly, and deliberately, I shifted on the sofa, kneeling on it so that I was facing him.

His eyes darkened with desire as he watched me, his expression finally betraying a hint of the lust that I already knew was there. Feeling bold and desired by the way he was looking at me, I reached up with one hand and slipped the thin strap of my dress off my shoulder, exposing the upper part of my breasts. Thankfully, I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Do I look like I want it to end with just a kiss?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

His gaze dropped to my exposed skin, and I could see the effect I was having on him. His eyes were dark, almost predatory, as they roamed over the curves of my body.

He didn’t say anything, but the look of desire that flashed in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

He made his move, closing the distance between us in a single motion. His hands were on me, strong and sure, pulling me toward him with a possessiveness that sent a thrill of excitement through me, and without wasting any time, his fingers swiftly slipped the other strap of my dress off my shoulder, letting the fabric fall away to expose my bare breasts.

I shivered as the cool air hit my skin, but the heat radiating from Sebastian’s body was more than enough to make up for it. He took a moment to admire the view, his eyes taking in the sight of my round, perky breasts.

The look on his face was one of pure, unfiltered desire, and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core.

His hands felt rough against the softness of my skin, and his touch sent shivers down my spine. Slowly, almost teasingly, he leaned in and flicked his tongue over one of my n*****s, causing me to moan and arch my back in response.

The sensation I felt as his tongue played with my n*****s was electric, and the shockwave of pleasure left me trembling with need. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, the unmistakable ache of desire that only he could satisfy. I wanted more—I wanted everything.

He seemed to sense my desperation, his hands sliding down my sides to grasp my hips, pulling me closer until I was straddling his lap.

He wasted no time, his mouth latching on my breast and his tongue flicking over my n****e with expert precision. I felt a shudder run through me as he lightly bit down, the sharp sensation sending a thrill straight to my core.

His free hand moved to my other breast, his fingers skillfully teasing and flicking my n****e until I was a moaning mess in his arms.

I could barely think, barely breathe, completely consumed by the waves of pleasure coursing through me. Every touch, every flick of his tongue, and every gentle bite heightened the intensity and left me craving more.

His mouth left my breast, and he began a slow, deliberate path up my body, kissing and nipping at my skin. His lips traced the curve of my collarbone, the hollow of my throat, and finally reached my neck, where he lingered, his breath hot against my skin.

My hands found their way to his hair, and my fingers tangled in the soft strands as I pulled him closer, desperate for more of his touch.

When his lips finally met mine, the kiss was fierce and consuming, feeling like an explosion of years of pent-up desire.

His tongue teased my lips before plunging inside, tangling with mine for dominance. I kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every ounce of need and frustration into the kiss and losing myself in the intoxicating taste of him.

Without breaking the kiss, I reached between us and began to tug at the fabric of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine. Buttons popped open one by one, and soon the shirt was discarded, leaving his chest bare.

My hands roamed over his hard muscles, marveling at the strength I was feeling beneath my fingertips.

Sebastian's hands were not idle either, as they moved to my dress, pushing it back up and over my hips, and leaving me in nothing but my lace panties.

He growled in approval, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of me. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, and with one swift motion, they were gone, leaving me completely exposed to him.

He took a moment to admire me, his gaze heated before his hands moved to his own pants, swiftly undoing the belt and zipper. I helped him, our hands fumbling in our haste, until he was as bare as I was.

The sight of him, hard and ready, sent another wave of arousal through me, making me ache with need.

With a roughness that made my heart race, he pulled me closer, positioning me above him. I could feel the tip of him pressing against my entrance, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.

He paused, his eyes meeting mine. "Are you on pills or do I need to...?"

I nodded, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes, I am. Now, f**k me, please," I whispered, my voice trembling with need.

That was all he needed to hear, and with a powerful thrust, he filled me completely, the suddenness of it making me cry out in pleasure and pain.

He didn't wait for me to adjust, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move, each thrust rough and demanding.

I matched his rhythm, riding him with an intensity that surprised even me. Every movement, every brush of skin against skin, and every moan that escaped both our lips pushed me closer to the edge.

His hands roamed over my body, his touch possessive. He pulled me down for another kiss, his mouth devouring mine with a hunger that left me breathless.

I could feel the tension building, the coil tightening inside me, ready to snap. My nails dug into his shoulders, my head thrown back as I became a moaning mess. His thrusts grew harder and more erratic, his grip on my hips tightening as I bounced on him.

"f**k, I'm coming," I groaned as I neared my peak.

He thrusted faster, and before I knew it, my climax hit me, ripping through me with a force that left me trembling and crying out his name.

My walls clenched around him, and with a few more powerful thrusts, he followed, his release mingling with mine.

"f**k that was..." I muttered while breathing heavily, but words failed me.

There was no way to describe what had just happened.

"Yeah," he agreed. "It was."

"I want to do this again, Seb, but this time, let's use a bedroom. I don't like feeling limited to one position," I said, staring into his eyes that still mirrored my desire.

"Gotcha!" he responded, pulling me back for another mind-blowing kiss.

***

I was getting dressed when the bathroom door opened, and Sebastian walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still damp with droplets of water trailing down his muscular chest, and I forced myself to look away, trying to ignore the sensation in my stomach.

"Have you figured out what you're going to do about the media?" he asked, his tone casual.

I rolled my eyes, tired and frustrated. "Clearly, I had no time to think, considering we were busy all night," I responded with a light chuckle. "But I can only imagine the mess that’s waiting for me back home."

He folded his arms across his chest and took a step closer. The proximity made my pulse quicken, and I tried to keep my eyes from roaming over his body.

"I have a solution to suggest," he said.

I frowned lightly; my curiosity piqued. "And what brilliant idea do you have for me, Sinclair?" I asked, my tone skeptical.

"Let's get married," he replied, his face completely serious, and I immediately turned to look at him, wondering if he had lost his mind.