The Library

Sebastian

T he moment she whispered, “I’m yours,” it took everything in me not to bend her over and fuck her right then and there. The raw need burning through my veins, the way her body responded to me, trembling under my touch—she has no idea how much control it takes to hold back. My cock ached to be inside her, to fuck her in every way imaginable, but I need her to want it just as badly. To beg for it. The power in holding back, in knowing she’s teetering on the edge of surrender, is almost as intoxicating as the thought of her falling apart beneath me. But when I do finally fuck her? She’ll be begging for it—screaming my name, desperate for the release only I can give her.

But this isn’t about just fucking her. This is about something deeper. Something darker. When the time comes, she’ll be begging for me in ways she hasn’t even begun to imagine. She will be crawling to me. I have plans for her, for us, and tonight isn’t the night to rush things.

After she left, my body still thrummed with the intensity of the moment. Her scent lingers on my skin, the warmth of her kiss still burning on my lips. Every second I spent in her presence tonight was a reminder of what’s to come—the tension, the hunger, and the undeniable pull between us. But it’s the taste of her single tear that haunts me most. Salty, vulnerable, and utterly hers, that tear was more than just a sign of fear or surrender. It was the first crack in her walls, the first offering of something deeper. A single tear, yet it held the weight of everything unspoken between us—the fear, the desire, the inevitable fall into darkness. But I’m a man who knows how to wait. I’ve been patient this long, and when I finally fuck her, it will be on my terms—when every tear, every gasp, every moan belongs to me.

Lilith isn’t like any other woman. She isn’t just some girl to be fucked and discarded. She’s mine. My obsession. My weakness. And I’ll be damned if anyone else gets close to her. I have been watching her for too long to ever let her go, whether she wants freedom or not.

I run my fingers through my hair, still tasting her on my lips, still feeling her heat pressed against me. Tonight was a test. A test for both of us. Her body wants me, but her mind? She’s still fighting it, still trying to convince herself that she’s in control. But control is an illusion, one I’ve spent years mastering. I know how to bend her to my will, how to make her crave my every touch.

I move to the window, watching as her car disappears down the driveway. The urge to follow her, to make sure she’s safe, pulses through me, but I know she’s fine for now. No one would dare touch her. Not after what happened to Derek.

I smirk at the memory, the way his bloodied face twisted in fear before I killed him. It was messy, but necessary. He thought he could take what’s mine, and I had to show him otherwise. Men like Derek think they can claim power by forcing themselves on women, by acting on impulse. They’re wrong. Power isn’t in brute force; it’s in control, precision, in the way you make your enemies crumble from the inside out.

I’ve killed before. I’ll kill again. For her, I’d burn the fucking world to ash.

My phone buzzes, pulling me from my thoughts. I glance down, expecting it to be from one of my father’s associates, but it’s from her. Lilith.

Lilith: I’m coming back tomorrow. We need to talk.

A dark smile tugs at the corner of my lips. I’ve gotten under her skin. She can’t stop thinking about me, about what we are, what we could be. She’s trying to figure it all out, but the truth is, there’s nothing to figure out. We’re inevitable. She was always going to end up in my world, whether she wanted to or not.

I type back, keeping it short. No games.

Tomorrow.

It’s not a question. She’ll come. She wants answers, but what she doesn’t realize is that I hold all the cards. She thinks she can confront me, that she can control this situation. But she has no idea how deep this goes, how entwined our lives have become. I’ve been in her world for longer than she realizes—watching, waiting, carefully pulling the strings. Every step she takes is one I’ve already anticipated, every choice she thinks is hers is one I’ve laid out for her. The illusion of control is hers to cling to for now, but soon enough, she’ll understand that this has always been my game. And in the end, she’ll surrender—because there’s no escape from the dark pull between us, no freedom from the inevitable. I’ve been in the shadows of her life, her thoughts, her dreams, and now, I’m ready to step fully into her world, into her mind, until she can’t tell where I end and she begins.

After sending the message, I toss my phone onto the table and stand there for a moment, feeling the tension buzzing under my skin. Every thought is consumed by Lilith—her scent, her body, the way she looked at me.

Without a second thought, I make my way to the shower. The water is scalding, steam rising as I strip off my clothes and step inside. The heat is a welcome distraction, but it doesn’t wash away the image of her—those wide, nervous eyes, her lips parting in anticipation, her body trembling against mine.

I lean my head back against the tiled wall, my hand already moving to grip my hard cock. Fuck. I can still smell her perfume, her skin. Every inch of me craves her, needs her. My hand tightens as I stroke, the thought of bending her over and fucking her right there in my living room taking over my mind. I imagine her crying out for me, her body trembling as I fuck her, make her mine.

The pressure builds quickly, the water cascading over my tattooed body doing little to ease the fire in my veins. It’s her—she’s the fucking fire, and no matter how much I try to control it, she consumes me. I want her screaming my name, begging for more, breaking beneath my hands but loving every second of it. I stroke harder, faster, imagining her cries, her moans, the way her body would yield to mine completely. How tight she’d feel around my cock, how wet she’d be, dripping and desperate. I think about her down on her knees, choking on my cock as I fuck her face, her lips stretched around me, tears streaming down her cheeks as I push deeper, owning every inch of her.

With a groan, I finish, my body tensing as I come against the shower wall. The release is explosive, hot, but it’s not enough. It never is. The satisfaction is brief, fleeting. Because even now, even as I catch my breath, I’m thinking about her again. The way she’d look tied to my bed, wrists bound, beautiful cunt fully on display, completely at my mercy. As soon as it’s over, the need for her is still there, stronger than ever. She’s a drug, and I’m already addicted.

This is just the beginning. Soon, I’ll have her writhing beneath me, helpless to anything but the pleasure I’ll give her—pleasure I’ll tear from her, piece by piece.

I turn off the water and step out of the shower, drying off quickly before heading out to The Library.

* * *

This place holds memories, dark ones, but I’ve always found solace here. This is where I learned what it means to be an Ashford. Where my father taught me the lessons of power and control. Where I first bled for this family.

The Library, as the world knows it, is a sanctuary of knowledge. A place for the elite, the powerful, to exchange ideas and money. But underneath it? It’s a place of reckoning. A place where men like Derek meet their end. I look around the room, my eyes landing on the dark stains on the floor, the remnants of the last lesson I taught.

He begged at the end. They always do. But I wasn’t going to let him walk away, not after he dared touch Lilith. I wanted him to feel every second of the pain he inflicted. Wanted him to understand what it means to cross a man like me—what it costs.

As much as I relished his fear, a part of me regretted the rush. I wished I could’ve taken more time with Derek, drawn it out slowly, savored every scream, every tear. Piece by piece, I would’ve torn him apart, made him feel every inch of his body breaking beneath my hands. But there were limitations—eyes on the situation, risks to consider.

Still, the fantasy lingers. If I could’ve, I would’ve carved his skin off inch by inch, let him beg for mercy while I watched the life drain from his eyes. But for now, a quick, brutal end would have to do.

Lilith was worth more than his pitiful life.

And now, she’s coming to me. Trusting me. Craving me.

The thought sends a jolt of anticipation through me. Tomorrow, I’ll see her again. Tomorrow, I’ll push her a little further.

She thinks she’s coming to talk, but this isn’t a conversation. It’s a confession—a surrender she doesn’t even realize she’s making. I know what she wants. I know what she needs. And soon, she’ll know it too. She’s stepping into my world, my domain, and once she’s inside, there’s no turning back. She’ll bare her soul without even knowing it, and I’ll be there to take it, to mold it, to own it. Because in the end, all her desires, all her fears, they lead back to me.

I am the answer she’s been searching for, and whether she realizes it or not, I’m the only salvation she’ll ever know.

Because once I fuck her in every hole, there will be no turning back.