Man Seeks Woman 2, Man Seeks Wife (15 page)

“Baby Leo,” So
the bitch had given birth to a boy that could be Sebastian’s son
and named him Leo. I rolled the name over my tongue. “And,”

Sebastian’s
shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Like I said, I don’t know.”

I wanted to
strangle the man. “So there are no obvious signs that he’s
yours?”

“No.” He
answered simply.

Wasn’t that
bullshit? Didn’t babies look like someone when they came out? I
tried to think of babies that I’d been around and realised that I
hadn’t. Then my mind went to magazines of celebs and all that shit
where they’d sold their baby pictures for a sizable amount and
tried to remember if I made comments about the babies looking like
either parent.

“And what are
you going to do about it?” I prodded seeing as he wasn’t
forthcoming with the most important information.

“I’m thinking
for fuck’s sake, Victoria.” He shouted as he forced his fingers
through his hair. It looked like he’d done that a million times to
it already. “What I don’t need is you in my ear, badgering me for
information I don’t have. I’ve been through the ringer tonight and
feel like shit and here you are harping on about what I’m doing and
not doing.”

The audacity
of the man was overflowing. I was choking on his shit.

“You know what
they call that where I come from?” I asked as my foot tapped in
agitation against the hardwood flooring. “Tough, that’s what,
Sebastian and if you don’t like it, then you can go take a long
walk off a short pier because whilst I’m here and I’m with you.” I
stopped ranting to laugh at that part. “I have a say and my say is
that something needs to be done.”

“I know that.”
He belted out, his voice vibrating off the walls of his office. I
was even sure the window trembled a little. “Just stop and let me
think.”

I made a face.
“Stop and let you think? We’re not talking about a car, Sebastian.
We’re not talking about a piece of meat at the supermarket, about
what cut is best. We’re talking about an innocent child that has
been dragged into this situation because its parents were
selfish.”

And we all
know how those kinds of kids ended up. Scarred is what.

“You know what
went on with Naomi and me. How could you say that?” he asked
incredulously.

“Yes, I do.” I
nodded and pointed at him. “But look what’s happened. You thought
she was bullshitting you when she told you that night six months
ago that she was pregnant and now look, she wasn’t.”

“I know that.”
He shouted so loud and powerfully, his face reddened and his body
shook with the force.

“Stop saying
that.”

God, he was
like a broken record.

Obviously, I
wasn’t getting anywhere and to be honest, I’d never seen Sebastian
like this. He was on the edge and just about to pop his load and
not in a good way either.

I threw my
hands up in the air and huffed out an irritated breath. I’d had
enough. I shouldn’t have stayed here waiting for him because all it
had done was wind me up and him coming in at this time was like a
match to my flame. Not good, not good at all.

Turning away
from him, I moved to the door and jolted to a stop when Sebastian
pushed into me from behind. His arms grabbed me around the waist
and pulled me to him, so his front was pressed to my back. His hot
breath wafted over my ear. “Don’t turn your back on me, I need you
now Victoria.”

I snorted and
pushed at his arms with the heels of my hands to loosen them so I
could go. “That’s another one, Sebastian. We call it tough. Maybe
you should learn it some time.”

Sebastian spun
me around so fast, I became dizzy. His hand slid up my back and
gripped my neck almost painfully. The other hand snaked up until it
cupped my cheek, his thumb resting just under my bottom lip. I
looked up into his eyes seeing them bright and angry.

I was
beginning to know the colour of Sebastian’s eyes when he was in
certain moods. Normal Sebastian as in good mood Sebastian was sea
blue. When Sebastian was horny and extremely turned on, his eyes
turned to the colour of dark denim and now when he was pissed and
angry, his eyes went so light and bright it was like the blue had
been diluted by parts of concentrated whites.

“Don’t speak
to me like that Victoria, I don’t deserve it”

Another snort
left me. “I’ll speak to you how I want, Sebastian. You forget, I am
still Victoria Jennings and I’ll do what I want, when I want.”

“Not to
me.”

I made a face
and tried to get out of his grip but it was useless. I thought
about raising my knee and giving him one in the bullocks but he
must have read the look in my eyes and the thoughts running through
my head because he injected a knee between mine and pressed himself
into me. That’s when I felt the hardness of his cock press against
my stomach.

For some
reason, even though a trickle of fear slithered through my body at
seeing Sebastian this far gone, there was at the same time silky
strands of arousal pulling and burning deep in my pussy, burning
with need for him to fuck me and get it over with.

“That’s
right.” He chuckled and leaned into me, sniffing my neck then
licking it slowly and thickly making me suck in a quick breath. “I
can smell your pussy creaming for some of me. It wants me,
Victoria. Just like you. You may be pissed at me right now but your
body craves me.”

“Fuck you.” I
whispered fiercely even though his words made the burn deep in my
womb, burn even more, burn with intensity.

“That’s what
you want, isn’t it. Admit it.” Sebastian’s grip on my cheek
tightened as he looked me in the eyes. “You want me at this
particular moment and yet, you hate me.”

God, he knew
me so well.

“No, not
really,” I lied and shook my head to try and dislodge his strong
hands but it was futile. I gritted my teeth and fisted my hands
against his chest. “I love you but I don’t particularly like you at
this precise moment. You lied to me.”

And let’s not
forget that. He lied to me. This was becoming a habit, a habit that
I didn’t like. I didn’t deserve it and I certainly didn’t ask for
it and yet, he here was handing lies to me on platters. I wondered
what was going to come next.

Sebastian
gritted his own teeth as his jaw hardened. His thumb swept along my
bottom lip, pulling the plumpness down until he let it bounce back
into place. “I lied to you, to protect you. Nothing more,
Victoria,”

“That’s
bullshit.” I sneered, my lip curling up at the corner. “You lied to
me because you didn’t want—“ I didn’t get to finish the rest of
that sentence off because Sebastian slammed his mouth down onto
mine and pulled my mouth open with his thumb so his tongue could
thrust inside.

This was the
most intense kiss that Sebastian had given me. It was hard and
unforgiving. It was brutal and bruising. His lips were punishing
and unrelenting as his tongue forced it way into my mouth and
dominated my own. His muscle scraped against my teeth and across
the roof of my mouth and along the side of my walls.

I was rapidly
running out of breath, my lungs burning with needing renewed air.
My hands clawed at his shoulders to get him to move away to give me
the much needed air but at the same time, I was pulling him towards
me, trying to climb up his chest to bring myself closer to him.

Sebastian
pulled away, panting heavily for breath. I closed my eyes as I
swayed then squealed and clamped down on Sebastian’s biceps when he
lifted me from the floor and carried me over to his big cherry wood
desk. Sebastian set me down on the edge of the desk and with his
free hand, swiped everything off in one great big swipe of his
arm.

I watched
through arousal painted eyes as his belongings, paperwork and
laptop all fell to the floor and bounced along the wooden planks.
Bits of plastic and glass shattered and cracked and flew around the
room.

“Sebastian.” I
croaked when he lifted me again and deposited me none to gently in
the middle of the desk with a thud.

“Enough.” he
growled darkly and pushed me down so I was on my back. “I warned
you.”

My brows drew
together as he placed his hands on the front of the pale blue shirt
I’d worn for work. One minute I was wearing the shirt and the next;
it was torn down the front into two pieces. White buttons pinged
and flicked around us then my bra was next and my boobs bounced
free. “What are you doing?”

Sebastian’s
eyes were wide and bright as his gaze took in my semi naked state.
His hands smoothed over my boobs. I winced when he squeezed them
tightly in his fists, no doubt leaving hand prints against the
tender flesh. His hands slid down my belly to the button on my
trousers. Instead of opening the button like a normal human being,
he slipped his hands inside the tight material and pulled it apart,
snapping the button and small black zip in the process.

“Sebastian.” I
said, panic tingeing my voice. He’d never been like this before.
But at the same time, I was strangely turned on knowing that I was
just about to get the fucking of my life.

My trousers
were pulled down my legs then my thong was removed next in two
pieces so I was bare arse naked lying on his desk whilst he was
still dressed. Sebastian ran his hands up and down my body, giving
my nipples a tight pinch before looking me in the eyes. “Tell me
you don’t want this. Tell me now, Victoria.”

“But you won’t
stop.” And why didn’t that frighten the living daylights out of
me?

Sebastian
hands moulded against my boobs, feeling and rolling them in his
palms as he nodded. “You’re right. I won’t. So tell me now and I’ll
let you get away from me beforehand.”

“I want...” I
didn’t know what I wanted. Part of me wanted to run away and be by
myself, perhaps lick my wounds then another part of me wanted to
stay and comfort him somehow like a partner or girlfriend whatever
I was would do and then the last part of me wanted this anger from
him, for his to match my own because I knew that together,
fireworks would emit.

“I’ll give you
what you want.” Sebastian whispered as he stepped back a little and
stripped out of his clothing, letting the expensive material fall
to the floor. His light, brightened with anger eyes never left my
own as he bared himself. I watched through heavy lidded eyes, his
body come into view. His body was all hard and rippling with tight,
rigid packed muscles that flexed and toned as he approached me.

I swallowed
hard at the sight of his rigid body then at the hard, aggressive
cock bobbing heavily between his legs. His heavy swollen balls
rolled in their sack as he moved towards me. My own legs opened
instinctively for him, welcoming him. As he positioned himself
between them, I opened my mouth to tell him to put something on
that meaty cock but he sucked the breath right out of me when he
entered me in one long thrust and a grunt. My pussy walls screamed
in shock, palpitating against the intrusion.

“Sebastian.” I
yelped as pain as white as a blinding light railed through me like
a steam train. Why the hell did he feel the need to slam inside me
every time?

“Fuck.”
Sebastian shouted roughly. His hands bundled into fists against my
chest. His hips receded until just the head of his meaty cock
remained inside, easing some of my pain only for him to hand the
pain back to me on a platter when he slammed back inside.

I raised my
hands as my eyes turned wet. “Sebastian.” I pushed against his
shoulders as he began to withdraw and slam back against me.
“Sebastian that hurt,” I gritted out, thumping my hands against his
hard chest.

“Take me,
Victoria. I know you can. Just feel,”

Was he taking
the fucking piss?
Feel?
I did nothing but feel how much he’d
torn me apart.

“Feel it.” He
ground out. His face pulled taunt as his hips fastened, snapping
into me. Sweat beaded across his brow as his shoulders became even
tenser than they already were. The lines of thick muscle across his
shoulders tightened and strained with every forward movement.

“I’m trying.”
I said through panting breaths. I closed my eyes and held onto to
the tops of his shoulders, my now shortened nails digging into his
bronzed flesh as my back rubbed up and down against the cherry
desk. I wrapped my legs around Sebastian’s waist and held on,
feeling the pain beginning to leave me and pleasure take over.

I gasped out a
breath when Sebastian reared up and pulled me to the end of the
desk. He stood up and held my legs in the crooks of his arms,
forcing me to hold myself up or fall back. My nails scrabbled
against the wood as he pounded into me, his big meaty cock hitting
and aiming and shooting directly at my grappling pussy.

Wetness that
was only partially there when he first thrust inside was now
present with a vengeance. Slurping, dripping and clapping filled
the room along with our labouring breaths. My pussy sucked and
fucked with Sebastian every time he pushed and pulled.

A growl
emanated from his chest when my pussy tightened around him. Kisses
in the form of flutters buttered up and down his cock. I could feel
the intense pressure of my orgasm building.

“That’s it.”
Sebastian grunted, his hips gyrating even faster, his flesh
slapping and clapping against my own, angrily and thirstily. “Come
over me. Take my cock and milk it. Take it, Victoria.”

I bounced on
the edge of the desk, my hands scraping against the wood. My head
bounded back and fourth as my eyes pinched shut. I needed something
else, something more, something deeper but I didn’t know what.

Adjusting my
position and his pistoning into me, I took one of my hands from the
desk, placed it on Sebastian’s sweaty and slippery chest and dug my
nails into his taut flesh, gripping him as the first wave of my
orgasm began to tunnel down my inside tubes.