Almost 💔
694 Words
Sebastian wasn’t joking when he said I would never leave his house unprotected again. Within days, he hired new security men, rotated the guards, personally supervised the chefs, and even questioned the house helps.
It was suffocating.
“You don’t have to go this far to protect me,” I told him one night. “I’ve always been fine on my own.”
He didn’t answer immediately. His attention remained fixed on his phone screen, jaw tight, eyes distant.
Maria and another maid were helping me with my dress when I noticed he still hadn’t responded.
“I love the dress,” I muttered absentmindedly before walking toward him. “Leave us,” I ordered the maids. They bowed and exited quietly.
“Sebastian,” I began again, softer this time. “You’re overprotecting me. I survived before now.”
He slowly lifted his head. A faint smile curved his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“So you were living fine before?” he asked.
“Yes. I was.”
“At Cape Town?” His tone sharpened. “With a man who made you feel worthless?”
The air shifted.
That name. That memory.
Something inside me twisted painfully, and I struggled to steady my breathing.
“Careful, Sebastian,” I warned.
He stood up from the couch, his height suddenly overwhelming. “You think I’m protecting you because you’re Mrs. Reina De La Cruz?” His voice lowered. “That’s not it. You are my responsibility.”
I frowned, but sadness crept in before anger could rise. Not because he called me his responsibility… but because he reminded me of Dylan. Of who I used to be.
I turned sharply to leave, but his hand caught my wrist.
“Let go,” I whispered.
He didn’t.
He pulled me back gently but firmly until my back pressed against the wall. His body caged mine in.
“You’re sad,” he murmured. “Why?”
“Just let me go…” My voice cracked despite my effort to stay strong.
Instead of answering, he leaned closer. His breath brushed my neck. His lips hovered near my skin.
“You’re becoming irresistible, wifey,” he muttered.
I meant to argue. I meant to remind him that we were still navigating fragile ground. But my resolve dissolved the moment his lips found mine.
When he kissed my lips that night, I responded like I had been dying to do that . He traced his hands all over my thighs and hips, I was lost already.
Slowly he let go off my hips and his hands reached for my n*****s. The second he held my firm breasts, I felt my c**t getting wet already He touched my n*****s with so much emotions and I got damn horny while kissing him.
The next minute he moved his mouth to my n*****s and he suckled them one after the other like a hungry little baby
"Oh.. Sebastian " I moaned as he kept on getting me wet. My moans increased as he used his tongue on every part of my body . I kept on calling his name and he continued. I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I was dying to be f****d by Sebastian, I wanted him to choke me hard until I passed out.
" Don't stop Sebastian.....aww....." I moaned.
Then suddenly, he he pulled back.
His expression had changed. The warmth was gone. Something darker had taken its place.
Without answering, he pulled the sheets over me gently — almost protectively.
Then he walked to the bathroom.
Minutes later, he emerged in a robe, face unreadable.
He didn’t look at me.
He didn’t explain.
He simply left the room.
And for the first time since our marriage began… I felt truly broken.
I stayed awake throughout that night hoping Sebastian would come in again. I couldn't think of any possible reason why he would leave just like that. " Or does he still hate me? Maybe I'm the only one who got carried away by the whole marriage thing"
The more I thought about it, I felt like crying all night 😭
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