The Library

Lilith

M y heart pounds in my chest as I pull up to Sebastian’s house. I’ve been replaying this moment in my head ever since I sent him that text, ever since I decided tonight would be the night I confront him. But now that I’m here, standing in front of his imposing house, a part of me is screaming that this is a mistake—a dangerous, thrilling mistake that I can’t seem to pull myself away from.

The air is thick, almost suffocating, as I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I don’t know what I’m expecting to find inside. Answers, maybe. Or more lies. But the truth is, I don’t even know what I’m going to say to him. Every time I think I’ve figured it out, my mind goes blank, overwhelmed by everything that’s happened in the last few days. Derek’s death. Sebastian’s message. The way he makes me feel.

I shiver at the memory of his touch, the way his hands felt against my skin. My body is still reacting to him, even now, even though I know I should be afraid. A part of me is terrified, but another part—a darker part—wants more. And that’s why I’m here, isn’t it? No matter how hard I try to convince myself that this is wrong, I can’t deny the pull he has over me.

I step out of my car, the cool night air biting at my skin. My fingers tremble as I approach the door, and I hesitate for just a moment before I knock. My heart races, and I can feel the heat rising in my chest, the same heat I felt every time Sebastian looked at me like I was his.

The door swings open before I even get a chance to catch my breath, and there he is—standing in the doorway, looking as calm and composed as ever, like he’s been expecting me all along. His eyes lock onto mine, and that same electric charge surges between us.

“,” he says, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. “We need to talk,” I manage to say, my voice shaking slightly. I can’t tell if it’s from fear or anticipation—maybe both.

He steps aside, smirking, and I can already feel the irritation bubbling inside me. “So you said,” he mutters, his tone low, the smug look on his face designed to piss me off even more. I clench my jaw, glaring at him, but he only seems amused by my reaction.

“Let’s talk,” he says, that smirk still lingering as he gestures for me to enter. The door closes behind me with a soft click, and suddenly I feel trapped, like there’s no turning back now.

Sebastian stands close, too close, and the tension between us is palpable. I can feel his eyes on me, taking me in, as if he’s assessing every thought running through my mind. His presence is overwhelming, intoxicating, and I can barely think straight. I aimlessly walk toward the living room.

Sebastian’s house is as striking as he is—dark, modern, and mysterious. The exterior is sleek and imposing, with deep gray walls and large, tinted windows that give nothing away. It’s nestled in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dense forest, as if the scariest thing lurking in the darkness out here is him. The interior is just as moody—dark wood floors, low lighting, leather furniture. The space feels intimate, intense, and undeniably Sebastian.

“Drink?” he offers, his voice casual, like this is just any other night.

I shake my head, my pulse racing. “No… no, I’m fine.”

He doesn’t press, but I can feel his eyes lingering on me, studying me, waiting for me to say something, to explain why I’m here. But the words won’t come. I’m not sure I can even find them right now, not with the way he’s looking at me.

“Why did you come here tonight, ?” he asks, his voice soft but commanding, pulling me out of my thoughts. “You could’ve stayed away, but you didn’t.”

I don’t waste any time. “Did you… Did you kill him?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, but I won’t let myself show fear.

He takes a step closer. “Yes,” he simply says, his voice calm.

Shock ripples through me, but I won’t back away.

“Why?” I whisper, my voice barely audible now.

He steps even closer, closing the distance between us, and I can feel my body tense in anticipation. His fingers brush my arm, and I shiver at the contact. “Because he was going to hurt you. Because no one touches you but me.”

My lips part as if they’re going to say something, but nothing comes out. What the hell am I supposed to say after that?

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you, ,” he says gently, his hand trailing down my arm, down to my waist, pulling me closer. My body shakes at the possessiveness in him, begging to know what happens after this. He leans into me, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You knew this was coming. You knew the moment we met.”

I instantly mold into his body, barely able to breathe.

“You can’t… do this,” I whisper, but my voice is weak, and he knows it.

“I already have.” His hand tightens on my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body. “And I’ll do it again. For you.”

I don’t move. I won’t push him away.

Sebastian steps even closer, his eyes dark and unreadable, his voice low and dripping with control. “That’s not all you came over here for tonight. What else do you want, ?”

I swallow hard, my pulse racing, unsure of how to respond. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can feel his presence pulling me in like gravity. “I don’t know… I came for answers, to talk,” I manage to say, though my voice falters.

He tuts softly, shaking his head as he closes the distance between us. “You know that’s a lie,” he says, his gaze roaming over me with a dark, knowing intensity. “Just look at yourself, . I can see it. Your body wants more.”

He closes the space left between us, if there ever was any, his eyes never leaving mine, and my pulse quickens. “You do know,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

The air between us crackles with tension, and I can feel my body reacting to him, the way it always does. My skin feels too tight, too hot, and I shift nervously under his gaze. He’s right. I do know why I’m here. I came here because I can’t stay away, because no matter how much I try to fight it, I want him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I confess, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.”

His eyes darken, and I can see the shift in him, the way his expression hardens, becomes more intense. He steps closer, his body towering over mine, and I feel the heat of him, the raw power that radiates from him.

Sebastian’s eyes glint with dark promise as he steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “I’ll bend you over right here and fuck your pretty pussy until you’re crying out for me. Then you’ll know what it’s like to be truly consumed by me, .”

My breath catches in my throat, and I take a step back, trying to put some distance between us, but he follows, closing the space effortlessly. My back hits the wall, and before I can even process it, his arms are up, hands pressed flat against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. His chest is so close that I can feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension between us thick, electric.

His lips curve into a dangerous smile as he leans in, his breath hot against my neck. I can’t move, pinned by the intensity of his gaze, the way his body presses into mine, and I hate how every inch of me responds. His hand drops slowly from the wall, brushing against my cheek, but it’s not gentle. It’s possessive. And it’s exactly what I’ve been trying not to want.

“I told you,” he whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “No one else will ever touch you. You’re mine, .”

His words send a jolt of heat straight to my core, and I can feel the familiar ache building inside me, the same ache I felt the last time he touched me. My breath is coming in short, shallow gasps, and my heart is pounding in my chest.

“Sebastian…” I whisper, my voice trembling.

He leans in closer, his lips just inches from mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off him, the pull between us growing stronger with every passing second. “Say it,” he growls, his voice low and demanding. “Say you’re mine.”

I close my eyes, trying to block out the intensity of it all, but I can’t. I can’t deny the way my body responds to him, the way his words make my pulse race, make my knees weak. I want him. God, I want him so badly it hurts.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes flare with something dark and possessive, and before I can say anything else, his lips crash against mine, fierce and unrelenting. The kiss is hungry, desperate, as if he’s been waiting for this moment longer than I can imagine. His hands grip my waist with a roughness that makes my pulse race, pulling me closer, until there’s no space left between us. I melt into him, my body igniting under his touch, and the heat surges through me like wildfire. His tongue parts my lips, demanding, tasting, and I can feel the intensity of his need, the way he’s been holding back for far too long.

His fingers dig into my hips, guiding me against him, and the hard length of his cock presses into my stomach, making me gasp into his mouth. It’s not just a kiss—it’s a claim, one I can’t fight, and part of me doesn’t even want to. His hand moves up to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to expose my throat, and I moan as his lips trail down, hot and possessive, leaving a burning trail that has me trembling with anticipation.

He pulls back, his breath ragged, his eyes blazing with desire. “Not tonight,” he murmurs, his voice thick with control. “Not like this.”

I stare up at him, confused and breathless, my body still aching for more. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice shaky.

“I told you,” he says, his hand brushing against my cheek with an unexpected gentleness. “I have plans for us. When I fuck you… you’ll feel it in every inch of your body. But not tonight.”

His words send another shiver through me, the weight of them pressing down on me like a promise. He’s not talking about just a moment or a fling—he’s talking about something deeper, something more consuming. And as much as I want him, as much as my body craves him, I know that this is just the beginning.

“Sebastian…” I start, my voice trembling as tears begin to sting my eyes. I don’t even know what I’m asking for. Is it clarity? Is it reassurance? Or am I just trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions coursing through me?

Sebastian’s thumb grazes the corner of my lips as he holds my gaze, his eyes dark and intense, a silent promise of what’s to come. My breath hitches, the space between us charged, crackling with tension so thick it’s suffocating. He leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin, sending a shiver racing down my spine.

“You don’t understand yet, ,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with control and dominance. “But you will. This isn’t just desire. This isn’t just lust.” His lips brush against my ear, his words seeping into my veins like poison. “This is inevitable.”

A single tear slips past my lashes, trailing down my cheek as his thumb lingers at my lips. His eyes catch it, and the corner of his mouth twists into a dark, predatory smile. Slowly, he leans in, his tongue flicking out to catch the tear, then grazing across my lip. The gesture is intimate, yet chilling, the softness of his touch laced with something far more dangerous. His eyes never leave mine as he licks the tear away, savoring it like it belongs to him.

“Don’t cry yet, darling,” he whispers, his voice laced with menace and heat. “I haven’t even started. When I’m done with you, then you’ll be crying. You’ll beg for me through those pretty little tears, and I’ll make sure you feel every single second of it.”

My heart races, the intensity of his presence overwhelming me, pulling me under. I can barely think straight. There’s something raw between us, something dangerous that makes me want to stay, to push deeper into this twisted connection. But then his grip on my waist tightens slightly, and he steps back, leaving me aching for more.

His eyes flash with something dark, something possessive, as he speaks again, his voice like velvet, but with an edge that sends heat surging through me. “Go home.”

I blink, surprised. I don’t want to leave, not now. Not like this. “But—”

Sebastian cuts me off with a finger against my lips, silencing me. His eyes narrow, and the corner of his mouth twists into a smirk that’s both sinister and irresistible. “Go home, ,” he repeats, his voice firm but laced with something darker. “When you’re ready… you’ll be fucking crawling to me on your hands and knees.”

His words slam into me like a punch to the gut. A wave of heat crashes through me, my pulse hammering in my chest. The confidence in his voice, the absolute certainty that I’ll come back to him, crawling and begging—it both infuriates me and ignites something deep inside that I can’t deny.

My body trembles, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him. He’s challenging me, daring me to defy him, but we both know the truth. As much as I want to fight this, to fight him, I’m already caught in his web.

Sebastian steps closer, his breath hot against my ear, his hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “You can try to run, ,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin. “But you’ll be back. And when you are, you’ll be begging for what only I can give you.”

My breath catches, my body responding to his words in ways I don’t want to admit. His fingers trail down my neck, and I can’t stop the way my skin burns under his touch. He knows he has me—he always has.

“Now go,” he says softly, but the command is undeniable. “I’ll be waiting.”

I swallow hard, my heart pounding, as I force myself to step back, to move toward the door. I don’t want to leave, but I know if I stay, I’ll lose whatever control I have left. My hand shakes as I reach for the doorknob, and I feel his eyes on me the entire time.

The door closes behind me with a soft click, and I’m outside, the cool night air hitting me like a splash of cold water. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but my thoughts are racing, spinning out of control.

Sebastian’s words echo in my mind, over and over: You’ll be crawling to me on your hands and knees.

And the terrifying part is, I know he’s right.