The Library

Sebastian

T y is my best friend since the day I was born, and the closest thing I’ll ever have to a brother—we don’t share blood, but we’re just as close. Our fathers, best friends since they were kids and now the leaders of the Society, shaped us into the men we are today. Ty is the one who suggested we come to this party, and I couldn’t resist, especially with the chance to see Lilith again. I know she’ll be here with Anna.

Both Ty and I are dressed in black from head to toe—black jeans, black tees, and our boots, worn from years of use. The masks we wear add a layer of detachment from the world, perfect for tonight. I wear a full-face mask, a ghost of death splattered with blood, while Ty has a solid black mask with Xs over the eyes and stitches across the mouth. We move through the crowd like shadows, blending into the chaos.

I search the room, my body already tuned to hers. She looks stunning tonight—dark, dangerous, every inch of her dripping with temptation in that black dress clinging to her curves. She’s a vision of darkness, and the blood-red lipstick she wears only adds to the fantasy playing out in my head. Every move, every breath she takes feels like a deliberate taunt, and I can’t stop myself from watching her. My eyes are glued to her as if she’s the only thing that matters in the room. In my world, she is.

Then I see it—the upside-down cross hanging around her neck. It glints in the low light, the perfect, ironic symbol resting between her perfect tits. A smirk pulls at my lips as I take it in. The blasphemy, the rebellion, it’s all too fitting. There’s something perversely beautiful about the way that cross dangles there, right over her heart, as if she’s offering herself up for sin.

I imagine my mouth there, my teeth grazing the chain as I fuck her hard enough to make her forget everything holy. The irony isn’t lost on me—her wearing that symbol, while I’m the one who’ll tear her apart, body and soul. She may not be ready to admit it yet, but that necklace? It’s a sign, a promise of the filthy things to come.

But I’m not the only one watching her. I see the way other men eye her, the hunger in their gazes as they try to find an opportunity to get close. It pisses me off more than I want to admit. My fists clench, trying to control the possessiveness rising inside me. The thought of anyone else touching her is enough to drive me mad, but I force myself to stay calm. I can’t lose control. Not yet.

And yet, as much as it pisses me off, it also feeds my ego. They want her—every single one of them can’t stop staring—but they’ll never have her. Only I will. The knowledge that all these men are coveting what’s mine, knowing she’s completely off-limits to them, only fuels the twisted satisfaction in me. They can look all they want, but they’ll never taste her, never touch her. That privilege is mine, and mine alone.

She’s dancing now, her hips swaying to the beat, her head thrown back in laughter with Anna beside her. It makes my pulse race, every laugh she shares with Anna feels like a private moment I should be the only one allowed to witness. The sight of her like this—free, wild, and completely unaware of the danger lurking just a few feet away—is fucking intoxicating. And I have never, in my life, wanted to be drunk more than right now.

Ty nudges me, pulling me out of my thoughts, and when I glance over, he’s watching me with a knowing smirk, amusement dancing in his eyes. He takes a slow sip of his drink, clearly enjoying the show I’m putting on without even realizing it.

“You look like you’re about to fucking lose it,” he says, his voice low and taunting. “Can’t stand the thought of anyone else even breathing in her direction, can you? But we both know how this goes. You’re playing the long game, and she’ll be yours the second you’re ready to take her. They won’t even see it coming.”

He chuckles darkly, his eyes flicking to her for just a second before landing back on me. “You’ve already got her in your sights, man. Just a matter of when you’re going to pull the trigger.”

I grunt low, my eyes narrowing as Derek approaches her, handing her another drink. I’ve been watching him all night too, knowing exactly what he’s up to. He’s been trying to get with her for years, biding his time, waiting for a moment like this. It disgusts me.

“Ty, if he touches her again, I swear to god—”

“Relax, man,” Ty cuts in, still smirking behind his mask, his voice dripping with amusement. “You’ll get your chance. But right now, I’ve got my eyes on her friend.” He glances over at Anna, completely oblivious to us as she dances with Lilith. His grin turns darker. “I want to fuck that pretty mouth of hers until she’s choking on my cock, eyes watering, mascara running down her cheeks. I bet she’ll look fucking gorgeous begging for air.”

I shake my head and laugh under my breath. Ty’s a sick fuck, almost as much as me. Maybe even more, on some days. He knows exactly what he wants, and he doesn’t hide it.

He tilts his head, catching my eye with that same wicked glint. “C’mon, let’s go say hi. You know she’s gonna love it.” His voice takes on a deeper edge, filled with promise, like he’s already picturing what he’s going to do to her.

We both have our preferences when it comes to women—bound, crying, completely at our mercy, begging for more even when they’re breaking. It’s that line between pleasure and pain we love pushing them to. The desperation in their eyes, the way they tremble, fighting the fear while craving the release only we can give them. It’s intoxicating. And we both live for that moment when they realize there’s no turning back.

I tense, but Ty doesn’t give me a choice. He drags me across the room, heading straight for them. The closer I get, the more my blood boils. Derek is standing too close to Lilith, his eyes tracing the lines of her body like he has some fucking claim over her.

Ty reaches Anna first, flashing her a grin as he introduces himself. “Hey, I’m Ty. Looks like you’re having a good time.”

Anna glances at him, her lips curving into a smile, clearly intrigued. I barely pay attention to their interaction. Ty’s charm has always been effortless, the kind that disarms anyone in seconds. I focus on Lilith, drawn to her.

Before she can speak, someone nearby stumbles, sloshing a bag of alcohol—blood-red liquid—all over her. It splatters across her chest, her dress, her skin, and the scent of sweetness mixed with alcohol fills the air.

As soon as I see her, covered in that fake blood, something raw and primal tightens in my chest. She’s a vision of dark beauty—her black dress clinging to her body, her hair wild from dancing, her skin flushed with the effects of alcohol. But it’s the blood that gets to me, dripping down her curves. It’s intoxicating. The sight of her like this—dangerous, untouchable, yet vulnerable—sends a dark thrill racing through my veins.

She has no idea how fucking perfect she looks to me right now.

“Shit!” she gasps and laughs, staring down at the mess, her cheeks flushed from both alcohol and embarrassment. Anna bursts into laughter, but my attention is solely on Lilith. She doesn’t know I’m here yet, doesn’t know I’ve been watching her since the moment she stepped into this house. From the second she entered, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her. But now, seeing her like this, covered in blood, it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to drag her into the darkness where she belongs.

She turns then, her eyes meeting mine, and I see the flicker of recognition. Her smile falters, replaced with something else. Something deeper. Something darker.

I move closer, closing the space between us with deliberate slowness. I want her to feel me before I even touch her. I want her to understand that she wasn’t just imagining things, that the pull she feels is real. It has been there all along.

Her lips part slightly, as if she’s about to say something, but she doesn’t.

My eyes rake over her, taking in the sight of the blood dripping down her chest, accentuating the curve of her breasts, soaking into the fabric of her dress. She looks… fuck, she looks incredible. Like something out of my darkest fantasies.

I clench my jaw, my mind racing with all the things I want to do to her in that moment. But I have to stay calm. For now.

The air between us thickens, crackling with tension, and I can practically feel the heat radiating off her. My gaze lingers on her curves, the way the fabric molds to her body, and I know she feels it—feels me . The hunger in my eyes, the way I’m devouring her with every look, is clear.

The mask on my face—white as a ghost, splattered with blood—hides everything except my eyes. I see the way she reacts to it, the way her pulse quickens when she stares at me. There’s a dark intensity in her gaze, a flicker of something primal that she probably doesn’t want to admit. But I see it. She’s always had a kink for this, though she’s never said it out loud. The anonymity, the danger… it fuels her desire. I can see it in the way her breaths grow shallow, the way her chest rises and falls faster than before.

She’s barely holding it together, and I fucking love it.

I step closer, and her body goes still, her eyes glued to the mask. I can see the effect it has on her, the way it makes me even more dangerous in her eyes. She’s always been drawn to this—the danger, the control, the raw power I hold over her. But with the mask on, I’m untouchable. And she loves it.

Her legs tremble again, and I know she’s barely holding on to her sanity. The tension between us is electric, buzzing through the air as I move closer. My gaze stays locked on her, watching every flicker of emotion, every sign of submission in her body.

“You like this, don’t you?” My voice is low, a dark rumble as I close the distance between us. I reach out, my hand brushing lightly against her arm, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. Slowly, I let my fingers drift lower until they find the delicate chain of her necklace. I pick up the pendant—an upside-down cross—and smirk as I roll it between my fingers.

“Interesting choice,” I murmur, my thumb grazing the symbol as I hold it up between us, our eyes locked. “A little twisted, don’t you think?” My smirk deepens as I drop it, letting the chain fall back against her chest. “But I like it. Suits you.” There’s a dark irony in the way it hangs there, and I can’t help but imagine her on her knees, wearing nothing but that necklace, her lips wrapped around my cock.

She doesn’t say a word, but I don’t need her to. I can see it in her eyes. She wants this. Wants me.

I lean in closer, the mask still hiding my face but letting my presence consume her. The anonymity only heightens the thrill for both of us. She’s mine tonight. And she knows it.

Ty’s still talking to Anna, but I barely hear a word. All I can focus on is the way Lilith’s lips part, her breathing quickening under my gaze. She’s flustered, and yet… I see it in her eyes. She likes the attention. She likes me watching her.

I step closer, so close I can smell the alcohol on her skin, mingling with the sweetness of her perfume. Her body goes still, and I lean in, my voice low and rough as I whisper, “You look… enticing.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, her eyes wide as she meets my gaze. “I—it’s fake blood. One of the drinks…”

I smirk, my hand brushing lightly against her arm, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. She gulps, her throat working hard, and I see the flush creep up her neck. I want to touch her, to see if her skin is as warm as it looks, but I restrain myself.

“I—” she starts, but the words seem to fail her, and she shifts nervously on her feet.

I lean in, lowering my voice to a dangerous whisper. “It suits you, Lilith. The blood, the danger. You wear it well.”

She trembles, whether from fear or something else, I’m not sure. But I can see it in her eyes, the same thing I’ve seen since that day in The Library. She’s drawn to me. Even if she doesn’t want to admit it to herself yet.

“I… I should get cleaned up,” she stammers, glancing down at the mess on her dress.

“Let me help you.” It isn’t a question. Before she can protest, I take her by the elbow, steering her toward the nearest hallway. The music fades behind us as I lead her toward the back of the house, away from the crowd, away from prying eyes. There’s a bathroom down the hall, small and dimly lit—the perfect setting for what I have in mind.

I see the effect I have on her. The way her pulse quickens, the way she shifts her weight, like she doesn’t know whether to step closer or run. But I’m not letting her go that easily. Not tonight.

As she turns to head toward the bathroom, I glance back at Ty. He’s still wrapped up in his conversation with Anna, clearly hitting it off. I don’t care. All my attention zeroes in on Lilith. Nothing else matters. The noise of the party, the people around us, it all fades into the background. She’s the only thing I can see, the only thing I want. Every movement she makes pulls me in deeper, every breath a deliberate temptation, as if she’s challenging me to keep my distance.

Because tonight, I’m not letting her out of my sight.