“Get out, all of you, get the fuck out,” Sebastian screams.

“Bastian,” Evan says, his voice placating.

“Get out.”

“Dude, you need to”

“Do not tell me what I need to do with my fucking woman,” Sebastian growls, interrupting Evan, his eyes hard and burning with anger and fury as he glares down at me on the floor at his feet.

“You’ll hate yourself if you hurt her,” Hunter warns quietly.

“Oh I’m going to hurt her,” Sebastian threatens, leaning down and lifting me up off the floor as if I weigh nothing before slinging me over his shoulder. “I’m going to hurt her and she’s going to fucking beg for it.”

My stomach hurts as I bounce against his shoulder as he sprints up the stairs until we reach the door beside my own. It’s not locked and he pushes inside, closing it behind us, before he lowers me to the floor and then takes a step back.

“Do you think it’s funny to rub your naked cunt all over my friend?”

I can’t help it, some of his crazy must have infected me because I smile. “I think it’s fucking hilarious, because once you’ve done whatever you plan to do to punish me and you go back downstairs to your friend, you won’t see him, all you’ll see is me, completely naked, willingly grinding on his hard dick while I tongue fucked his mouth, and you’ll know that the only way I’ll do it to you is if you force me.” I have no idea where my words are coming from. I have literally never spoken like this in my life, but I’m so angry and scared and out of control that all I want to do is have him experience just a glimpse of the pain he’s caused me.

Bracing myself for his violence, I’m not expecting soft hands to lift me off the floor and gently place me on the bed. I’m too shocked to fight before he’s climbing down on top of me, his hand pressed between my breasts with enough force to immobilize me as he pushes his hand between my thighs and thrusts two fingers into my pussy.

I scream, grunting with pain at the intrusion, I’m angry, not turned on, and his fingers feel thick and full as he pulls them all the way out of me, spits onto them and then slams them back into me again, his saliva only making my body accept them fractionally easier.

I scream and thrash beneath him, but he doesn’t even pause long enough to allow me to adjust, he fucks me slowly, forcing his fingers up to the knuckle then pulling them all the way out, before thrusting them back into me again. Without uttering a word, he roughly slams his lips against mine and kisses me animalistically, and I hate myself when I feel my body start to react to his touch.

I hate him, I hate him so much and yet my pussy becomes slick the more aggressively he fucks his fingers in and out in time with his tongue in my mouth. It doesn’t take long before my body heats and tenses for an impending orgasm, but as I’m on the edge, he pulls his fingers free and abruptly stops kissing me.