Don't Tempt The Boss

CHAPTER SEVEN

LENA.

Sébastien was a beast.

He kissed me like a man starved, his tongue pushing into my mouth and tasting me like I was a drink he never wanted to stop drinking.

My hands clutched at his shoulders, moaning as he wrapped his arms around my bare legs and lifted me into his arms, effortlessly, like I didn’t weigh anything.

I gasped, pulling away to catch my breath. “This doesn’t mean anything…” I panted, breathing hard.

I needed a distraction from everything that had happened today, and if this man, who was my boss, was willing to f**k me, then I wasn’t going to refuse.

We could always pretend like it never happened later.

Sébastien’s eyes flashed; he leaned forward to nuzzle my neck. He scraped the skin with his teeth, and I shuddered. “You don’t have to tell me that twice.” He growled, and then he was kissing me again.

He carried me to the big desk in the middle of his study, perched me on the edge, and dragged the shirt up my thighs.

His shirt, which I’d worn deliberately because, for some reason, I found that familiar blood and woodsmoke scent of his calming. His big hands roamed over my thighs, causing goosebumps on my skin and making me shudder.

“I want to mark you,” he hissed against my neck, “So that everyone who sees you know I’ve touched you.”

He dragged his hands forward, pushing the oversized shirt to my hips, and baring me to the cold air of his study. I leaned back on my hands and spread my legs, opening myself up to him.

I’d never been with anyone like this. I had no idea where my boldness was coming from. Sébastien didn’t seem to mind it. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my wet cunt, glistening and throbbing for him.

“Lena…” he said my name, as if it pained him to do so. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

I leaned my head back and shut my eyes. “I know exactly what I’m asking for.” I growled, “And you’re the only one who can give it to me Sébastien.”

I opened my eyes and met his gaze. “Are you going to make me beg?”

He tipped forward, hands landing on either side of my hips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I smirked as I leaned forward to drag my tongue down his nose to his chin. His nostrils flared, and the wood of the desk creaked as his grip tightened. “Get on with it, old man.”

He moved faster than was humanly possible. In the next second, I found myself flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling as Sébastien lowered himself to his knees.

I felt the heat of his breath against my core before the rough pads of his thumbs spread my folds, exposing me and making me shiver.

I closed my eyes, tossed my head back, and just let myself feel.

If I focused on what he was doing, then I wouldn’t think about Abel pale and dying on that bed, or the med school that I left behind.

I wouldn’t remember Uncle Adrian’s ominous text sitting on the screen of my phone.

Right now, I was just a girl, letting a sexy man go down on her.

I felt the first brush of Sébastien’s tongue against my wetness, and I wailed, loud and wanton, my back arching as I pressed my cunt against his mouth.

His thumb rubbed against my c**t until I was thrashing and writhing beneath him, head tossed back and mouth open in a silent cry.

“f**k, Sébastien…” I groaned as I buried my fingers in his smooth, silky hair. His skilled tongue lapped at my folds, teasing my hole, and drinking in my juices like they were his life's blood.

The sharp tip of his teeth snagged against the sensitive tip of my c**t, the pain-pleasure almost sent me over the edge, so close but not enough.

He pulled off of me with a loud pop, one finger replacing his tongue as he kissed up my body, pushing the shirt up as he moved.

He paused beneath the swell of breast, those deep grey eyes met mine. There was something mad in his gaze, unhinged and dangerous. Being pinned beneath them made me feel like prey.

It was…exciting.

My heart pounded as he lowered one of those sharp gleaming canines and drew a line on the pale flesh of my skin, leaving a red, angry line. “You bruise as good as you taste,” he growled in a husky voice that made me shiver.

I opened my mouth to reply, but my words turned into a soft moan when his finger sunk into my body at the same time he leaned down and swallowed one of my n*****s.

I trembled from head to toe, unable to stop moaning as he fondled my n*****s until they were hard, painful peaks, his fingers moving in my cunt hard and fast enough that they made slick, wet noises.

It was loud enough to have made me embarrassed, but I was too f****d out to care.

Sébastien pulled off my breasts to kiss me, and I opened for him. He tasted like woodsmoke and cedar, and beneath it was the musky taste of my own cunt.

He rubbed against me, and I felt the hardness of his c**k brush against my thighs.

“Let me—” I gasped, pulling away from his lips, “Let me touch you…I wanna touch you…”

He lowered his head on a soft groan, “f**k, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

I licked my lips, about to say something, but Sébastien suddenly went still above me. His eyes narrowed, and he pushed himself off of me, staring out the window at something only he could see.

“Sébastien?” I called, pushing up on my elbows. My heart was pounding now, but not out of excitement. “What’s wrong?”

He raised a hand in a silent command for me to be quiet.

He was standing eerily still, his gaze clouded. All traces of the man from earlier were gone; Sébastien now looked like a predator. And the sight did something funny to me.

“Sébas—”

Something slammed into the glass window.

HARD.

At first, there was only a long silence.

Then I saw the blood, and then I was screaming.