Delivering a sharp slap to my ass, he sets a frantic pace as he drills me from behind, his hold on my hips tight enough to bruise and I want it to. We barely had a day together before he freed me, but not until he gave me a glimpse of what it means to be truly owned by him. In that twenty-four-hour period he gave me more pleasure than I’ve ever known and then it was gone, and I’ve been craving it ever since.

A sense of loathing hits almost in unison with my second orgasm, but Sebastian doesn’t even pause, fucking me as I scream and writhe. His thrusts become deeper, harder until he grips my hips to the point of pain and comes deep inside of me.

For a moment, neither of us moves. My cheek is pressed against the tree I’m holding, my legs are spread wide, my dress bunched at my waist, Sebastian’s cock still inside of me. We could be discovered at any moment, but neither of us tries to move. Somehow the sounds of our panting breaths are louder than the raucous noise of the party behind us.

Sebastian loosens his grip on my hips and I whine in protest when his dick slides out of me, the heat of his cum dripping out of my sex. Lifting my head, I glance over my shoulder and find Sebastian with his cell in his hand, the camera focused between my thighs.

“Seriously?” I croak, pulling the fabric from my mouth.

His eyes lift to mine and he smirks, completely unrepentant. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“Don’t you remember? I already told you this was only the first round. You didn’t think this was it, did you?”

I push my dress down, covering myself, and he scowls.

“I’m not done with you yet, Starling. You gave yourself to me for the night, so you’re mine until the sun comes up. Now let’s go.”

Wrapping his fingers in a tight grip around my wrist, he drags me back onto the path until we reach the same spot we parked our cart in for the first party. Smiling, he lifts me off the ground and places me into the front of the cart, following me in and immediately pulling away.

“Won’t the others need the cart?” I ask, glancing back toward the woods that we’re speeding away from.

“They’ll be fine, I texted them to let them know we were leaving and to ask them to keep an eye on your friend.”

“What? When?”

“While you were running away.”

“Presumptuous much?” I snip.

“Get your head out of the gutter, sweetheart. I just wasn’t about to let you wander about on your own at night.” His palm is resting on my bare thigh and as we get closer to the house, he inches his fingers higher until he’s playing with my folds, massaging his cum that’s still coating my thighs into my skin.

The gates open for us the moment we reach the house and instead of parking the cart around the side, he abandons it right in front of the entrance. I expect him to drag me inside, but instead he turns me to my side, and slides me along the seat until my legs are dangling outside and I’m lying along the bench.