“What?” she pants.

“I thought you wanted me to stop?”

“Sebastian.” Her voice is desperate and I smile, this is how I want her to always be, panting and writhing for my touch, for the pleasure only I will ever give her.

“Do you want me to touch you? To make you come?”

“Yes, yes,” she whines.

“Say it, ask me for what you need.”

“Touch me, make me come.”

“You want me to put my fingers into your dripping cunt?”

“Yes, please,” she begs.

“Say, please Bastian, fuck my dripping cunt with your fingers until I come all over your hand.”

She’s silent, so I use two fingers and tap twice over her swollen clit.

“The only way you get to come is by asking me.”

Her hips roll and a soft moan falls from her parted lips. “Please, Bastian, fuck my dripping cunt with your fingers until I come all over your hand.”

“Of course, little bird, you only ever need to ask,” I say, smirking as I force my fingers back into her soaked core, fucking her hard and fast as I rub her clit until her knees give way and she cries out, her internal muscles fluttering and clenching around my fingers.

“I hate you,” she whispers as soon as her body calms and she can stand on her own.

“No you don’t, little bird, you just wish you did.”

9

STARLING

Hunter’s house is huge, not quite as big as Sebastian’s, but still ridiculous for just him and his parents to live in. If he has any siblings, I’ve never heard of them or seen them at school. After Sebastian made me orgasm with his fingers; he insisted on watching while I showered and redressed, his eyes fixed on me as if I’d make a run for it if he glanced away. I didn’t speak a single word to him and he didn’t try to make me, it was a refreshing change.

The media room is ridiculous, with a huge screen almost as big as the ones you get at the movies. Huge navy-blue velvet couches are built into the tiered steps, allowing you to sit on three different levels depending on how far away from the screen you want to be. But despite how big the room is and how many couches there are to pick from, the guys all pile onto a single couch. Their actions are familiar and practiced. Hunter grabs sodas from a refrigerator and what looks to be a movie snacks station at the back of the room. Clay scoops freshly popped popcorn from an honest-to-goodness popcorn machine. Evan selects several boxes of candy while Sebastian grabs extra pillows and blankets. I’m the odd man out and I find myself almost grateful when Sebastian takes my hand and pulls me down onto his lap.

Being around him is exhausting, he makes me feel on edge and jumpy because his mercurial moods swing from coaxing to cruel. I’m actually starting to believe this is more than just an elaborate game. The way he touches me, the things he says and the look on his face, it all seems too real, too raw and intense to be make believe.