Authors: Miranda Powers
“Then how am I supposed to get married and have children? Will I be a nun?”
Sebastian burst out laughing. “There are worse things, you know.”
“Like what?”
He pointed at the television. “Like being shot by a whacked-out weirdo.”
Ashleigh sighed. Men never had to worry about these things. She studied her stepbrother. He was the quintessential male model with striking good looks. He resembled his father with the thickly waving raven hair, dark gray eyes. and aristocratic features. Many a friend had swooned over him. But he’d paid them no heed. She wondered if he was gay. He didn’t have a girlfriend and she couldn’t remember a time when he did. It was most peculiar.
“What are you thinking, mouse?” he said suddenly, startling her so much she nearly fell off her stool. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I was just wondering if you met anyone. It must be lonely in New York all by yourself.”
“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?”
“What?” Ashleigh cried defensively. “It’s just a simple question. Mom thinks you’re gay.”
“She does not!” He peered at her closely. “Does...she really think I’m gay?”
“Well, she does wonder why you’ve never had a girlfriend.”
“Lord!” he snorted. “As a matter of fact, I
am
in love with someone.”
Ashleigh was shocked. “Really? Who?”
Sebastian flashed her a wicked grin, and Ashleigh felt something painful move within her chest. “None of your business.” He leapt off the stool and sauntered off, leaving Ashleigh to ponder the mysterious girl who’d stolen Sebastian’s heart.
“I wonder who she is?” she muttered to herself. Ashleigh shrugged it off and went upstairs to take a bath.
Her mother called and told her Damien was recovering after surgery. But he wasn’t out of the woods yet. Ashleigh filled the tub with fragrant bubbles and soaked her worries away. She leaned her head back and thought of prom. No one had asked her yet. She and Kaila had a pact. If no one asked, they were going to skip it and sit home and watch sappy romances while they steeped in self-pity.
Ashleigh wondered if she was really that ugly. Sure she was taller than most. And all gangly limbs with no figure to speak of, but was she
really
that awful? Most boys she knew just thought of her as one of the guys. She’d never even been kissed for goodness’ sake! Not that she wanted to. “I probably wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.”
She groaned miserably and sank down in the tub.
After showering the bubbles off and washing her hair, Ashleigh stepped out and was in the process of slipping on her robe when the door flung open. It was something out of a bad teenage drama as Sebastian’s eyes skimmed her naked body, and Ashleigh let out a horrendous shriek.
“Sebastian!”
He quickly shut the door. “I didn’t...see anything,” he stammered. “Why don’t you lock the damn door, woman!”
Ashleigh secured her robe and flung the door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges. “I can’t believe you!” she shouted in rage. “You knew I was taking a bath!”
He glared back. “I didn’t. There are eight bathrooms in this fucking house and you decide to take a bath in the one I always use!”
“Don’t you swear at me!” She was so angry she wanted to smack him.
“I’ll swear if I damn well please!”
Ashleigh was nearly as tall as he was and they stood nose to nose, venting the full range of their fury. “You did it on purpose!”
“I did not!” His cold eyes raked over her dispassionately. “I didn’t see a thing.”
That did it. Her hand snapped back to let him have it and he caught it, making her cry out in pain as he twisted it behind her. “Let go,” she gasped. “You’re hurting me!”
“Only if you play nice,” he growled. His pupils were fully dilated with his anger, rendering them an enraged black. She gasped as he grabbed the other arm and forced it behind her, thrusting her chest up against his. The robe was starting to open exposing her breasts, and Sebastian’s breath left him in a sharp exhale as the nipples burned through his T-shirt.
Ashleigh gasped in shock. She’d never been this close to a man before, and the feel of his hard body against hers was too much for her to bear. “L-let go,” she stammered. feeling a sudden ache between her thighs. “Please.”
Sebastian couldn’t move. A moan escaped him at the feel of her softly curving form against him and he yanked her tighter, slipping a powerful thigh between hers. Her eyes were soft and limpid as his mouth touched hers. The first touch of her lips and he was a man possessed. Ashleigh gasped as he ravaged her mouth sliding his tongue inside to stroke and beguile. She was powerless to resist when he released her arms so she could clutch at him, his mouth leaving hers and scorching a path down to her breasts.
“Bastian,” she panted, her fingers sliding through silken locks to pull him closer. A tortured cry emerged as his hot tongue swirled around an innocent peak, teasing and tugging before drawing it into his mouth to drink from the sweet flesh. Hot rippling pleasure swamped her body to pool into a throbbing ache between her thighs. “Oh, Bastian!” she gasped, her head falling back as he devoured the creamy throat. “What’s happening?”
“I--I don’t know,” he rasped. “Don’t stop me, Leigh,” he pleaded. “I want you so.”
Ashleigh didn’t want him to stop and drew his head back to hers so she could drink from his lips. “I want...you too,” she said, hardly aware of what she was asking. A strangled cry escaped her as he lifted her into his powerful arms. “Bastian,” she gasped between kisses. “What are we doing?”
He groaned and stifled her protests with kisses. “Hush,” Sebastian urged softly. “Let me make you mine, Leigh.”
Ashleigh stopped struggling and kissed his throat as he carried her upstairs to his bedroom. Were they really doing this? Or was it a dream? She didn’t know and didn’t care. All she wanted was Sebastian’s arms around her. Here. Now. Forever.
“I want to be yours,” she found herself whispering in his ear. He turned his head to kiss her deeply. It seemed to take forever to reach his bedroom, and he laid her gently on the bed. Ashleigh watched breathlessly as he shut and locked the door. He drew the curtains and stood before her, his eyes heating every inch of her.
“Take the robe off, Leigh,” he said hoarsely. “Let me see you.”
She shook her head. “I’m so skinny. You said so yourself.”
Sebastian flung off his T-shirt and fumbled with his jeans. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and his cock sprang out at her, huge and swollen. Ashleigh shrank away.
“I’m a virgin, Bastian,” she confessed, wondering if she were mad to do this with her stepbrother. “You have...to be gentle.”
He smiled tenderly and removed the robe. She gasped as he knelt on the bed and touched his body to hers. “I know you are, Leigh.” His lips touched her brow. “I want to be the first.”
She stared up at him, all at once frightened and consumed with a want she did not understand. “If we do this...you will be the only one.”
Sebastian kissed her gently and pulled her arms around his neck. “Forever?” he breathed against her lips. “There will be no one else, Ashleigh. You are mine.” Her response was buried beneath his sweet kisses. She sighed as he caressed her body, fingering the soft nipples and teasing them to soft peaks.
“You’re so gentle,” she sighed dreamily, allowing her hands to stroke over his splendid body. “Will it hurt very much, Bastian?” His head lowered to feast on the swollen mounds and Ashleigh whimpered with pleasure. “Oh, it aches!” she gasped in agony.
“Where?” he whispered. Sebastian’s teeth lightly nipped at her flesh as he went down her body. “Here?” His hand slid between the slender thighs to cup her gently. She cried out as his finger began to stroke a place she had not known existed, inducing piercing shards of rapturous ecstasy. “Like this, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” she moaned, arching her hips. “It feels so good.” Ashleigh spread her thighs wide and gasped as he slid a finger inside to stroke within. “Oh!”
Sebastian chuckled. “No shame in this,” he said raggedly, his mouth catching the soft cries of pleasure. “We won’t be ashamed, Leigh.”
“No,” she panted, her hips moving frantically against his hand. “Oh, please!” she moaned. Then he stopped. “No!” she protested. He laughed and covered her mouth with his.
“Careful, Leigh,” he breathed, lowering his hips between her thighs. “Hold on to me.”
She grasped his shoulders and cried out as the rounded tip of his cock slowly penetrated. An agonized sob broke from her lips as he tore through the barrier, the cry smothered by Sebastian’s mouth as he buried himself within her virgin body.
“Leigh,” he said softly, kissing her brow and ear. “You’re so sweet.”
Ashleigh wasn’t sure this was such a good idea as the thick shaft stretched her. It was so painful she tried to push him off. But he stroked her hair and pressed soothing kisses against her face and throat. “Shh,” he soothed. “It’s alright, my love.”
“It...hurts,” she gasped, tears of pain filling her eyes. He was too big. The stretching ache and weight of his body was something she could do without. “Bastian, make it go away!” she pleaded.
Groaning, he kissed her deeply, his tongue stroking hers and teeth lightly nipping at her lips to draw blood. He sucked her mouth and began to move. Ashleigh sucked in her breath as he pulled out all the way to the tip and slid back in. He did this several times until the pain subsided. Then he began to stroke gently, his warm breath caressing her face. “Better?” he whispered, touching his lips to her brow. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“Oh!” she gasped softly, arching her back. The stretching ache was a constant reminder this was her first time. But Sebastian was gentle in his movements and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Bastian,” Ashleigh moaned in spite of the discomfort. “Don’t stop!”
“Darling,” he muttered, increasing his pace. “Touch me. Don’t be afraid.” He groaned as her hands drifted down over his flexing ass and sliding between to pull him closer. “Ashleigh!” he cried out, closing his eyes in agony.
Her soft gasps mingled with his, and Ashleigh clung to him, whimpering as hot waves of pleasure swamped her lithe body. “Sebastian!” she shrieked in fright. “What is it?”
“Don’t fight it, love,” he moaned, thrusting hard and fast. “Let it happen.”
Ashleigh bit down on her lip and clutched at his powerful shoulders. She felt something terrifying building within her body. His cock stroked hotly within, swelling and stretching her tight flesh to such a rapturous intensity she was certain she was dying. And just when she thought she mustn’t bear it, something gave within her and Ashleigh screamed his name. Sebastian caught it on his tongue, his hips slamming against hers. He gave a shout and collapsed on her groaning his release. Ashleigh could feel his sharp teeth nipping her throat and sighed.
They lay together in the aftermath, kissing and stroking the other.
“I thought you hated me,” she murmured, as he teased her swollen mouth with a finger.
“Never,” he breathed, pressing soft kisses against her lips and dimpled chin. “You were an annoying little thing. Always poking around my stuff.” Sebastian chuckled and slid down to suck on her breasts. “You’re perfect, Leigh.”
“I’m sorry I’m so small,” she apologized, stroking his hair. “I can’t seem to gain weight.”
He glanced up, his eyes warm and caressing. “You’re lovely.”
Ashleigh sobered slightly. “Bastian, what have we done?”
Sebastian’s smile evaporated. “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t be ashamed. We’re not related. We don’t share blood.”
“I know,” she said uneasily, biting nervously on her finger. “But your dad is a powerful man. What if he finds out?”
His face darkened. “Find out what? We didn’t kill anyone, Leigh. We made love. Plain and simple.”
“Is that what it was?” she asked in wonder, reaching up to caress his cheek. “Is there love between us?”
Sebastian pulled her closer and kissed her hard, drawing blood. She gasped at his possession. “What do you think this was?” he demanded, pulling away slightly. “This wasn’t a fuck, Leigh. You’re worth more than that.”
“I am?” she said dreamily. She slid her fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes. “Are we in love then?”
Sebastian didn’t answer. He yanked her down and slid between her thighs enjoying her soft gasp as he plunged deep. “You’re mine, Leigh!” he growled, thrusting impatiently. “Come for me, Ashleigh. I want to hear you say it!’
“Say...what?” she gasped, her eyes widening as he ravished her. “Bastian! What are you doing?” Ashleigh held onto him as he rode her hard and fast, wincing in pain. “Do you want.. me to tell you… I love you?”
He slowed his thrusts and began stroking gently. “Say it!” Sebastian commanded, urging her thighs over his hips. He chuckled softly when she shrieked. “Tell me!”
“You first,” she moaned, relishing the stretching ache. “Oh, Bastian…”
“I love you!” he growled, his head swooping down to ravage her mouth. He thrust his tongue inside matching the rhythm of his cock. “I’ve always loved you!”
Ashleigh wept with joy and wrapped herself around him. “Then I love you, Sebastian. Always!”
Sebastian laughed and held her close, slowing his movements so he could make love to her the way she deserved. Sweetly. Gently. Passionately.
Later, as she slept in his arms, Sebastian got the distinct impression that his father was going to kill him.
But he didn’t care.
He loved her.
Chapter 3
Ashleigh leaned back against Sebastian as they soaked in the tub, and sighed as he traced warm kisses along the slender column of her throat. His hands slid down and gently massaged her breasts, flicking the nipples to excited peaks.
“That’s nice,” she breathed.
“It could be nicer,” he chuckled, sliding a hand down into the water to caress her softly. “Like this, sweetheart?” She gasped as his fingers began to stroke.
“Oh!” she cried, still not used to his caresses. Her head fell back against his shoulder as warm waves of pleasure swamped her body. “Bastian!” Ashleigh squealed “But it’s nicer with you... inside me!”