The Library

Sebastian

T he text from her still lingers on my mind. I can’t stop thinking about your cock in my mouth and the way you fucked me. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

She’s growing bolder, pushing boundaries, testing how far she can go, but she has no idea how deep this world runs. She’s tempting me, and while I enjoy watching her unravel… tonight, she’ll see me for who I really am. Not the man she’s trying to seduce, but the monster lurking beneath the surface.

I glance down at my clothes, stained with blood, the weight of tonight’s job still hanging over me. The violence, the swift justice—I’ve always thrived on it. But showing her this part of me, letting her into this world, that’s the real risk. I want her to understand, to see it all and still fall into my arms, craving more.

Ty and I had to take care of something quick tonight—no dragging it out like last time. We’d barely just gotten home from the last job, but this one needed to be efficient. I told Ty, made it clear, this shit had to be fast. He knew exactly what I meant. The bastard smirked, made his usual jokes about me being in a hurry to get back to my “new toy,” as he called her.

“Shit, man, you’ve got it bad,” Ty had laughed, slapping me on the back. “Fine. In and out. No fucking around. Scouts honor.”

I shot him a look, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’ve never been a fucking scout, Ty. So your ‘scouts honor’ doesn’t mean shit.”

He just grinned, unfazed as usual. “Yeah, well, I’m doing this for you. Let’s get it done so you can get back to your little obsession.”

As much as Ty loves to fuck around, he knows when to pull back. Tonight wasn’t the night for games. And for once, he kept his word. We went in, did what we needed to do, and got the hell out. No games tonight, no dragging it out like he loves to do. But the blood still clings to me, the violence still humming in my veins, even now. As much as I needed to get it done quickly, I can’t shake the rush.

But the thing that keeps gnawing at me, that pulls me back to her every time, is the thought of her seeing me like this—covered in blood, steeped in violence. Part of me wants her to run, but another part of me… fuck, I want her to embrace it. To crave it. To crave me .

Throwing back a drink, I feel the burn as it slides down my throat. It’s not the job that’s got me on edge tonight. It’s the fact that for the first time, I’m allowing her to see the blood, the aftermath of the darkness that consumes me. It’s a test, not just for her, but for me. How far can I push her? How much will she take before she breaks?

The door creaks open, and I hear her soft footsteps as she steps into the room. Her eyes widen as they take in the sight of me—still covered in blood, my hands stained red. She stops in her tracks, and for a moment, there’s nothing but silence between us. No words. Just the tension hanging thick in the air.

The shock is written all over her face, but there’s something else, too—something dark and thrilling that flickers behind her wide eyes. Desire.

Now she understands. Now she knows what I meant that night at the Halloween party when I told her she looked beautiful covered in blood. The memory of it plays out in my head—her lips parting, her pulse quickening—and the same hunger I felt then courses through me now.

I don’t say a word as I finish my drink and set the glass down on the counter with a soft clink. Her gaze follows my every move, and I can see the questions racing through her mind. But she doesn’t ask. She just watches, waiting.

I stand, letting the silence stretch between us as I step closer, closing the distance between us until I’m right in front of her. Her breath hitches, her chest rising and falling with each shallow inhale. She doesn’t look away—she’s too far gone for that. Too consumed.

I reach out, my blood-stained fingers brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. She flinches but doesn’t pull back. Instead, her body sways toward me, like it’s instinctual, like she’s drawn to the darkness, to the violence she’s now witnessing firsthand.

“You see it now, don’t you?” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “This is what I am. What I’ve always been.”

Her eyes flicker, and I can see the war inside her—the fear, the confusion, the thrill. But it’s the thrill that wins out. It always does.

Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Just a soft exhale, her pupils dilating as she stares up at me. I know what she’s feeling, because I’ve seen it before. That pull toward the edge, toward the chaos. Toward me.

I trail my fingers down her neck, smearing the blood across her pale skin, marking her. Claiming her.

“You’re not scared, are you?” I ask, tilting my head. “No. You like this. You’re drawn to it.”

She swallows hard, and I can see her body trembling, but not from fear. From anticipation.

Without another word, I turn and walk toward the bathroom, leaving her standing there. I want her to follow me. I want her to choose this, knowing exactly what she’s walking into.

And she does. The soft sound of her footsteps follows me as I turn the shower on, letting the steam fill the room. There’s a hesitation in the air, a moment where she’s on the edge of a decision, and I can feel it—like the pull of gravity, the weight of inevitability.

I don’t look at her as I strip off my clothes, the blood-stained fabric hitting the floor with a dull thud. The shirt that clung to me, sticky with blood, now discarded without care. The knife, heavy in my pocket, left behind as a reminder of what I am. What I do. I step into the shower, feeling the hot water wash away the evidence of tonight. The blood rinses off me in waves, turning the bottom of the shower red, swirling around the drain like the end of a fucking ritual.

I hear her behind me, but I don’t turn around. I could, but I won’t. I want her to come to me. To take that final step. The one that will bind her to me forever.

The steam thickens, and the room grows hotter, but the only heat I care about is hers. I know she’s standing there, watching, trying to make sense of the storm raging inside her. She’s seen the blood on my hands. She’s felt it. But still, she follows me. She steps into the darkness willingly, and I can feel her struggle, her hesitation, just before the moment of surrender.

I close my eyes, letting the water run over my face, down my chest, rinsing me clean of everything except her.

And then, I hear the sound of her clothes hitting the floor. One piece at a time. Slowly, deliberately. She’s made her choice.

Good girl.

I smirk to myself, not needing to turn around to know she’s standing there, completely bare. I can feel the shift in the air, the final moment of her submission. She’s mine now, more than ever.

The moment she steps into the shower, I know there’s no going back for her.

“, we need to talk,” she says, her voice soft but firm.

I smile to myself. Of course, she wants to talk. But she’s not here for conversation. She’s here because she can’t stay away. She’s here because she wants to see how deep this goes.

I turn my head slightly, the water cascading down my face as I look at her over my shoulder. My eyes lock onto hers, the heat between us palpable, but there’s something else now—something darker, something real.

“Do we, Lilith?” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “Is that really why you’re here?”

I can see the conflict in her eyes, the way she’s trying to steady herself, but it’s too late. She’s seen me now— really seen me. The blood. The violence. The monster she’s been craving.

“You see me now,” I say, lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “You see the blood, the truth of who I am. So, tell me, Lilith… what the fuck do you want to talk about?”

I take a step toward her, the water running down my tattooed body as I close the space between us, letting the weight of my presence settle in. “You came here to see me, didn’t you? To know what you’ve been drawn to this whole time. But now that you do… what is it that you really want?”

I pause, watching her reaction, feeling the tension build, a live wire humming between us. “Because tonight, I’m going to push you, Lilith. Mentally. Physically. In every way you can imagine and ways you can’t. I’m not holding back. You’ll know exactly what it means to be mine by the end of this night.”

I reach out, my wet fingers brushing her arm, the heat of my touch a contrast to the cold reality of what I’m telling her. “So, are you ready for that? Or are you going to walk away?”

She hesitates, her eyes dropping to the floor. But I can see the tension in her, the way her body trembles with the same need that’s been building between us for weeks, especially after I fucked her. I step closer to her, the steam swirling around us, my eyes locked on hers.

She stands there, defiant but trembling. Her need for answers warring with the desire she can’t seem to control. I reach out, my hand wrapping around her throat, not squeezing, but holding her in place. “You think you want to talk, but you don’t. You’re here because you need this, Lilith. You need me.”

Her breath catches in her throat as she stares up at me, her lips parted, the heat between us palpable. I lean in, brushing my lips gently against hers, testing her, teasing her. She moans softly into my mouth, her body melting under my touch.

“You like that?” I whisper, my voice dark and low. “You like the gentle touch?”

She nods, her breath hitching as I kiss her again, soft and slow, making her think she’s in control. But she’s not. She never will be.

I pull back just enough to see her face, the confusion and desire swirling in her eyes. My lips curl into a dark smile. “Good. Because that’s the last time you’ll ever fucking get anything gentle from me, baby.”

Before she can react, I spin her around, pressing her face against the cold tile of the shower wall. Her hands fly up to steady herself, but I grab both wrists in one of my hands, pinning them behind her back.

“Is this what you wanted, Lilith?” I whisper in her ear, my breath hot against her wet skin. “You want to play games with me? You can’t wait to see what happens next?”

She whimpers, her body trembling beneath mine, but she nods, her need evident in every inch of her trembling form.

“Words, Lilith. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice breathless. “Yes, please.”

I tighten my grip on her wrists, pulling her back against me. “What do you want, Lilith? What do you want to happen next?”

“I want you,” she whispers, her voice breaking with desperation. “I want you to…to take me.”

My smile widens, dark and dangerous, as I pull her hair, forcing her to lift her head. I snort at her choice of words, so innocent. “What do you really want, Lilith?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Her words hang in the steamy air, thick with desperation and need. “I want you to fuck me.”

The way she says it, trembling yet sure, sends a bolt of satisfaction through me. This is what I’ve been waiting for, what I’ve been shaping her into. And now, she’s standing here, soaking wet, pinned against the shower wall, giving me everything I’ve been craving.

I grip her hair tighter, forcing her face to press harder against the tile. Her small body shudders under the pressure, but she doesn’t resist. Not anymore. She’s surrendered.

“All you had to do was say it, Lilith,” I whisper against her ear, my voice low and rough, but with a mocking edge that twists the words into something darker. I can feel her tense under the weight of my tone, knowing exactly what I’m doing, the games I’m playing with her mind.

I trail my free hand down her back, feeling the curve of her spine under my fingertips, each vertebrae another step in this game of control. Her skin is slick with water, her breath shallow and erratic, and I can sense her fighting between the need to submit and the desire to resist.

“You think you have control? That you can just waltz in here and talk?” I murmur, my tone laced with amusement as I continue to tease her, mentally pushing her further. “All you had to do was say it, Lilith. But instead, you wanted to play these games.”

I lean in closer, my breath hot against her ear, feeling her shiver beneath me. “Well, darling, games are what I do best.”

She whimpers as I grip her wrists tighter with one hand, pulling them even higher behind her back until she’s bent over slightly, her ass pressing against my hard cock. Her body’s so responsive, so fucking perfect for me.

“You want to see what happens next?” I murmur, dragging my lips along her jawline, savoring the way her pulse races under my mouth. “Then let’s make this fucking memorable.”

I shove my knee between her legs, forcing them apart, and she gasps, her cheek pressed against the cold, wet tiles as her thighs tremble in anticipation. Her body is shaking, on the verge of breaking, but I haven’t even touched her where she needs it most. Not yet. I want her begging for it. I want her to know that every inch of her belongs to me now.

“You’re so wet for me,” I growl, running my free hand down her stomach, feeling her tense beneath my touch. “I could feel it the second you stepped into this shower.”

Her hips arch instinctively toward me, her ass pressing harder against my cock. She lets out a moan, breathy and needy, and it’s like music to my ears.

I look over to her clothes on the floor. Braless again—what a dirty whore. She knew what she was doing when she came here. The water streams over her bare skin, gliding down her back, her curves, and I see the goosebumps that form as the cool air of the bathroom mixes with the steam. Her nipples harden in the chill, but it’s not the cold that’s doing it.

“You think you’re ready for this?” I ask, my voice dripping with dark amusement as I tug her jeans down, leaving her exposed before me. “Do you really know what you’re asking for?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice breaking with need. “Please, , I—”

Before she can finish, I grab her hair again, yanking her head back so her eyes meet mine in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, perfectly positioned for this moment. It’s there for a reason, and she knows it. The sight of her—flushed, lips parted, chest heaving with anticipation—drives me fucking wild. Her makeup is already smeared from the steam, mascara running down her cheeks, giving her that perfect ruined look I love.

“You see this, Lilith?” I whisper against her ear, watching her reflection as I slide my hand between her legs, teasing her dripping pussy. “You look fucking perfect like this. Desperate, shaking, knowing I could fuck you right now and break you completely. And you’d love it, wouldn’t you?” She closes her eyes, almost like she’s ashamed of herself. But there’s nothing to be ashamed of. She’s fucking beautiful like this.

“Look at yourself, Lilith,” I repeat, my voice less low and more rough, as I grab her chin, forcing her head back up toward the mirror. She tries to avert her eyes, but I tighten my grip, my fingers digging into her jaw. “I said, look.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, resisting me, but I won’t let her escape. I yank her head back further, pulling her body tight against mine. “Open your fucking eyes, baby,” I command, my tone dark and threatening.

Slowly, reluctantly, she does. Her eyes meet mine in the reflection, wide and filled with both fear and desire before she slowly drags her eyes to herself in the mirror. Her lips tremble, her body shaking, but I make sure she sees it—the hunger, the need, the raw, undeniable lust etched across her face.

“Look at yourself, Lilith,” I murmur, holding her gaze in the mirror, my hand sliding down her stomach again. “Look at what a beautiful, desperate fucking whore you are. You’re my whore, and you’ll take what I give you.”

She whimpers, her eyes dropping again, but I pull her head back roughly, making sure she doesn’t break eye contact. “No,” I growl. “You don’t get to hide from this. You wanted it. Now look at what you’ve become for me.”

Her reflection trembles as I slip my fingers between her legs, teasing her wetness, watching as her body betrays her. “You’re my whore now, Lilith. And you’ll take every single fucking thing I give you.”

She moans, her back arching as her body pushes against me, craving more, and it’s all I can do to keep myself in check. But this is my game, my pace. I won’t give her everything until I’m ready. I let her have that first time, but I’m no longer that giving or considerate.

I didn’t know how far she would let me go tonight. How much she’d be able to handle. But I wanted to give her my worst, to see if she could take it, if she could handle me at my darkest. And she fucking did.

The way her body responds, the way she begs for more even when it should have been too much—it impresses me. More than that, it makes me want to fuck her even harder. To push her further, to see how much I could break her before she shattered completely.

The thought drives me wild, a dark thrill coursing through my veins. She’s stronger than I expected. And now, knowing how much she can take, it only makes me want to ruin her even more.

I press my chest against her back, my lips brushing her ear again as I slide my hand between her legs, feeling how wet her pussy is. “So fucking wet. Is this what you’ve been dreaming of? Me, fucking you like the whore you are?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice shaky, her body practically vibrating against mine. “Please, , I need—”

I slam my fingers into her pussy, cutting off her words, and she cries out, her body bucking against the wall as I curl my fingers, hitting that spot that makes her gasp for air.

“I told you to use your words,” I growl, curling my fingers harder as her breath hitches, her hips rolling instinctively, trying to match my pace. “If you want me to fuck you, Lilith, I need to hear you beg for it.”

Her lips tremble, her body shaking as I keep her pinned against the shower wall, my fingers working her faster, harder, until she’s writhing beneath me, desperate for more. The water is pounding down on us, mixing with the heat of our bodies, and I can feel her teetering on the edge, so fucking close.

“Please,” she moans, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, , I need you.”

I pull my hand away, and she whimpers at the loss, her hips pushing back toward me in protest. But I’m not done playing with her. Not yet.

“That’s not good enough,” I murmur against her ear, making a soft tsk tsk sound as my teeth sink into her earlobe, hard enough to make her gasp. “I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you tell me exactly what you need.”

Her breath hitches, but she still hasn’t said the words I’m waiting for. I bite down again, harder this time, my grip tightening around her waist as her body trembles against me. “You can do better than that, Lilith. I won’t fuck you until you beg for it.”

She moans, her head falling back against my shoulder, and I can feel the fight in her crumbling. She wants this, but she’s still holding back. I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling her head back so she has no choice but to meet my eyes in the mirror again.

“Tell me, Lilith,” I growl, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers, her voice trembling, her eyes wide and desperate as she stares at me in the mirror. “Please, , I want you to fuck me.”

I smirk, satisfied with her submission.

“Good girl.”

I line myself up, my cock rock hard and throbbing as I press the tip against her pussy. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect, and I know she’s going to need this just as much as I do after the shit I just put her through. But I’m not going to be gentle, not now. She needs to learn that once I have her, there’s no going back.

With one sharp thrust, I bury myself inside her as hard as I can, and she screams, her body jerking against the wall as I stretch her, filling her in ways she’s never been filled before. Her back arches, as I keep her wrists pinned behind her again, my free hand gripping her hip.

“Fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking, but I don’t stop. I pull back and slam into her again, harder this time, and she cries out, her body convulsing under mine.

“That’s it, baby, just like that,” I groan, my fingers digging into her hip so hard I know it’ll leave bruises as I fuck her tight pussy harder, faster. “Take every fucking inch.”

Her moans are loud, raw, desperate, echoing off the shower walls as I drive into her, relentless, unforgiving. She’s so tight, so fucking wet, and every thrust sends a surge of heat through me, making it harder to control myself. But I keep going, harder, faster, her body trembling beneath me as she tries to keep up.

Her whimpers turn into sobs, her head dropping forward as I push her to the brink, her body tightening around me. She’s close, so fucking close, and I know it won’t be long before she shatters.

“You like this, Lilith?” I growl, my voice rough and breathless as I pound into her. “You like being fucked like this? Like the little whore you are?”

“Yes,” she cries, her voice hoarse, her body shaking with the force of my thrusts. “Yes, , please—”

“Come for me,” I order, my grip on her hair tightening as I slam into her one last time. “Come for me now.”

And she does. Her body convulses around me, her moans turning into a scream as she shatters, her pussy clenching around me so tight it nearly pushes me over the edge.

I keep fucking her through it, harder, deeper, until finally, I let go, coming inside her with a low growl, my body shaking as I empty myself into her.

For a moment, we stand there, both of us panting, the water pouring over us as the intensity of what just happened lingers in the air.

Then, slowly, I pull out, letting her collapse against the wall, her body trembling, her breath ragged.

“Now you know what happens next,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her neck softly, my voice soft but dangerous. “And this is only the beginning.”