LUST AND LOVE FOR POWER

"Sebastian..." "Don't! Don't you dare call my name again! You caused all this." "We only went out together to get a dress for her birthday party." "That was never your place, never your right. I have warned you, time and again, to stay away from her. Stay away from my daughter, Ama!" "But she is my child too. We are married, Sebastian. She is my daughter as much as she is yours." "She is not your daughter, and she never will be. Get out of my sight this instant!" His voice was dark, firm, filled with the authority that always sent a shiver down her spine. Isabela flinched, not out of fear but out of something deeper, something raw and electric. Sebastian was a force, a man who ruled his world with unyielding control, and yet, here she was, challenging him, testing the limits of his dominance. "Please, let me help," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I know this is my fault. Please, forgive me. Let me help find Ama." His jaw tightened, his gaze dark and unreadable. "You don’t get to ask for forgiveness, Isabela. You don’t get to play the victim when you knew exactly what you were doing." His words cut, but his eyes told a different story: one of conflict, of desire warring against fury. "I said leave!" His command was sharp, final. He pointed to the door, his breath heavy, chest rising and falling with the force of emotions he refused to name. She hesitated. He expected her to walk away like she always did, to surrender. But this time, she stood firm. "Look at me, Sebastian," she demanded, her voice laced with defiance. "Look into my eyes and tell me you truly want me to leave. Say it, and I swear, I will never return." His nostrils flared, his control slipping. "I want you to...” His voice faltered, betraying him. "You want me to?" she pressed, stepping closer, her fingers grazing his arm in a whisper of a touch. Heat coiled between them, thick and undeniable. Every nerve in his body was on edge, his muscles taut as if holding back a storm. He yanked his arm away, his voice a husky growl. "Leave," he whispered. "I want you to leave." Lies. Every word was a lie. She took a step back, her lips parting in quiet heartbreak. He watched her turn, her movements slow, hesitant. One step. Two. The third never came. Before he could stop himself, he had seized her wrist, yanking her back against his chest, his arms caging her in his embrace. "Don’t leave," he rasped, his voice thick with unspoken need. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her face up to meet his dark, stormy gaze. Her breath hitched. "Sebastian...” "You drive me insane, Isabela." His grip tightened, his body pressing against hers, claiming her, owning her. "You challenge me, defy me, push me to the edge. And damn me, but I can't let you go." His mouth crashed onto hers, rough, hungry, demanding. He devoured her gasp, his lips owning every sound she made. His hands roamed her body, gripping her waist, pulling her flush against the rigid hardness of his form. She whimpered, melting into him, her hands clutching at his shirt as if she needed him to breathe. And he reveled in it. In her surrender, in the way she arched against him, in the fire that ignited between them, too wild to be tamed. He was no longer in control. And he didn't care. "Mine," he growled against her lips, his voice thick with possession. "You belong to me, Isabela. And I will never let you forget it." Her eyes fluttered open, hazel orbs swirling with longing and submission. "Then don’t ever let me go." His grip on her tightened. "Never." His restraint crumbled. His vow was nothing but dust in the wind. Because at this moment, in this embrace, nothing else mattered. Only her.