the verge of tears, and I brace my arms on either side of her head, then bend my head down, silencing her pleas with a kiss.
The little brat isn’t going to fucking ruin this for us. No matter how hot she sounds begging for my cock.
Chapter Sixteen
GABRIELLA
He was testing me.
I don’t like to be tested.
I’ve been examined for far too long, brought to the brink and back, and I’m done with it. I know what I want. I understand Sebastian’s reasons for wanting to take it slow, so he doesn’t hurt me, so he doesn’t rush me, and I love him more for it—I really, truly did—but I am so far gone caring about pain.
What is a second of pain when I’ve been waiting for this to happen for the last seven years?
Pain is secondary.
Sebastian is priority.
“Sebastian,” I say his name gently, tracing the dips and ridges of his back with my fingers. They slide down until I cup his ass and push him forward until the tip of his cock presses against that damn barrier. “I’m going to be very angry in about five seconds if you don’t put me out of my misery and give me what I want.” I’m surprised by the tone of my voice. I haven’t spoken like that in years. It isn’t meek or broken, but strong and daring, like the woman I used to be.
“So mouthy. I should put something in it to keep you quiet,” Sebastian says, rocking with shallow thrusts. He buries his tongue in my mouth, sweeping me away in a kiss. It dawns on me that he just shut me up.
Yet, he still didn’t take me.
I’m starting to get discouraged. Maybe he doesn’t want me at all. I glance down where we are connected and see the thick shaft a third of the way inside me, and I forget how to breathe. I know he is big, but I didn’t think he was that big. How the hell does he fit?
How could he be so afraid to have sex with me when I’m not afraid at all? Seven years I’ve lived in fear, seven damn years, and now fear isn’t even an emotion I feel right now. I slide my hands around his torso and trace the lines carve on his hips. “I’m starting to get the impression this is the last thing you want to do,” I sigh, and try to pull away, but he keeps me there, squeezing my shoulders to keep me in place. “Let me go, Sebastian. I’m not fighting anymore. I shouldn’t have to fight for everything. That time in my life is over. After so long, I’d think you’d want me, but—”
He presses his finger against my mouth, and the torment in his eyes tells me my words hurt. His cock slides out of me, and the moment is fleeting. There is no way it could be saved.
“I’m not ever going to let you go.” He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses me again. This time it is different, each movement of his mouth against mine is a stamp of certainty. He groans down my throat, and my annoyance flees. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tickling over the bulged muscles of his shoulders.
I can’t help but compare him and his brother. Sebastian is broad, tall, and built, and he has added muscle giving him a slightly swollen appearance. He is sexy, veins in all the right places, and if I fling a quarter, it will bounce off his ass with no problem.
Kendrick is even taller than Sebastian, and even bigger, like a body builder who drinks too many protein shakes. He has large arms and his gut protrudes, but not in a fat, jiggly way; in a muscular, bloated way.
Sebastian is a real man while Kendrick, no matter how hard he tries, he could never measure up.
I am breathless by the time I feel Sebastian reach between us and guide his cock to my hole. I gasp, and he steals my breath when he inches in. I shut my eyes, and he nibbles my bottom lip, then traces it with his tongue.
“Look at me. I want to see you when I’m taking what’s mine, baby.”
On his command, I flutter my eyes open. He looks fierce and determined. Seconds tick by, and he plunges forward, ripping through the thin veil that keeps us apart. I arch back, my nipples scraping across his chest, and his soft hair