The Library

Sebastian

T he warmth of her body still lingers against mine, the feel of her skin branded into my hands, but I know I need to leave. I watch Lilith lying on the bed, her hair damp from the shower, her expression a mix of confusion and desire, as my cum is still leaking out of her cunt. She’s trying to process everything that’s just happened, everything I’ve just revealed to her—not just physically, but the darker part of me. The part she’s seen glimpses of but hasn’t fully understood yet.

It started when she followed me into the kitchen, standing her ground. She didn’t back down, not this time. Her eyes burned with questions, with frustration, wanting to know what we were—what this thing between us was turning into. She demanded answers, her voice trembling, but there was no fear. Just raw determination. She was confronting me head-on, and fuck, that only made me want her more.

Without warning, I slammed her against the wall, her back hitting the cold surface as I crushed my lips to hers. The kiss was brutal, filled with a deep, primal need. It wasn’t soft or gentle—it was a claim. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, and she responded immediately, her legs wrapping around me, the towel that had barely been holding on slipping to the floor.

I carried her like that, my mouth devouring hers as I moved toward the bedroom. Her hands tugged at my hair, her body pressing harder into me, like she couldn’t get close enough. By the time we reached the bed, I was already ripping her apart again, my fingers digging into her thighs as I laid her down.

There was no hesitation as I entered her, rough and demanding, stretching her tight pussy the way I knew she craved. My thrusts were relentless, each one harder than the last, my hand fisting in her long, dark hair, pulling her back to me, so I could whisper every filthy thing I intended to do to her. The way her body reacted beneath mine, trembling, breaking, only fueled the dark satisfaction brewing inside me.

But there was a part of me that wasn’t sure how she’d react. After the way I ruthlessly fucked her in the shower, the things I said, the darkness I exposed—part of me thought she’d pull back, that she’d finally realize what she was getting into. I was giving her an out, testing her limits, pushing her to see if she’d walk away, but she didn’t. She refused to take it. Instead, she gave in, completely.

Her nails dug into my back as I slammed into her, her breathless cries filling the room, her body arching beneath mine, desperate for more. I kept pushing her, kept testing her resolve, but each time, she met me with more hunger, more need. The look in her eyes as she begged for it, begged for me to ruin her, sealed the deal. She wasn’t running. She was all in.

Her entire body clenched around me as she came, shaking and gasping my name, and I knew then—there was no turning back. Not for her. Not for me.

As I watch her now, lying there, her chest rising and falling with each breath, I realize I’ve crossed a line with her. But it’s a line she wanted me to cross. She’s seen me—really seen me—and instead of running, she’s chosen to stay. That’s when I knew she was mine, for good. The out I offered her in the shower? She didn’t take it. She just made her deal with the devil, so to speak.

But there’s no time to explain. Not now. The Society calls, and when they do, there’s no room for hesitation.

I pull my shirt over my head, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders. I should tell her more, give her some kind of reassurance—something to ease the tension that’s still lingering between us. But I don’t. Because deep down, I want her to stay in this delicate balance—caught between fear and desire, love and terror. I need her to be right there, teetering on the edge, unsure of what’s next. That’s how I keep control. The uncertainty keeps her tethered to me, her mind constantly circling back to the darkness I’ve shown her, yet craving the comfort I withhold.

I want her to ache for me, to need me so deeply that she can’t walk away. But I also want her to question everything—what I’m capable of, where my true boundaries lie. Because the moment she stops questioning, the moment she thinks she has me figured out, the game changes. And I can’t allow that.

This balance is what keeps her mine. And as much as I should tell her more, I won’t. Not yet. Because as long as she’s caught between those two extremes—craving me and fearing me—I have all the control I need.

“I need to go,” I say, my voice gruff as I grab my jacket.

She sits up, her brows furrowing as she watches me. “Where are you going?”

I don’t answer right away. I just pull on my jacket, keeping my back to her. The truth is, I can’t tell her. Not about this. The things Ty and I are about to do… she wouldn’t understand. Hell, I don’t want her to understand. She doesn’t need to know about the blood, the bodies, the darkness we drown ourselves in to protect this city, our legacy, and the Society’s hold over it all. I wanted to give her a glimpse at who I am tonight, and I did. But she’s not ready for the extent of it. Not yet.

But I can’t leave her completely in the dark. Not tonight. Not after everything.

“It’s an assignment,” I finally say, my voice low, controlled. I turn just enough to meet her eyes, catching the flicker of confusion mixed with concern. “Work that needs to be done.”

She opens her mouth, maybe to ask more, but I shake my head, cutting her off before she can. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to, Lilith. Not about this.”

The silence that follows is thick, heavy with the things left unsaid. She doesn’t need to know what kind of work I’m involved in, or the lengths I’ll go to for the Society. All she needs to know is that I’ll come back. I will always come back to her.

“Stay here,” I say, turning to face her. My gaze locks on hers, and I see the storm of emotions flickering across her face—confusion, frustration, and a flicker of something darker. “I want you safe. I need to know you’re here when I get back.”

Her lips part, like she wants to protest, but I’m not giving her a choice. I walk over to her, my hands cupping her face, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “I’ll be back. Just stay here for me.”

She pulls back slightly, her brows knitting together. “, you can’t keep doing this. You can’t just leave without telling me where you’re going. If you expect me to stay, I need more than this.”

Before she can say another word, I press my lips to hers, silencing her. The kiss is firm, possessive, a reminder of the control I have, the power that binds us both. Her body melts into mine for a second, just long enough for me to feel her surrender. Then I pull back, my forehead resting against hers.

“Trust me,” I murmur, my voice soft but laced with authority. “I’ll give you more when the time is right.”

Her voice trembles with frustration, but underneath it, I can hear the fear. She’s scared of what she’s gotten herself into. Scared of me. But she’s also addicted. She’s fighting her own desire to let go completely, to surrender.

“What are we?” she blurts out suddenly, her voice sharper than before. “I need to know what this is, . What are we?”

I chuckle darkly, brushing a thumb over her lower lip as I meet her gaze. “I’m not really into labels,” I murmur, watching the confusion flicker in her eyes, “but I am into ownership.”

Her breath catches in her throat, her body stilling under my touch.

“I could carve or brand my name into your skin if you want to feel claimed, baby,” I whisper, my voice dark and laced with promise, because I am definitely going to do that anyways, she just doesn’t know it yet. “If that’s what you’re looking for.”

I watch her eyes widen slightly, the shock quickly giving way to something deeper, something raw and untamed. Her breath comes faster, and I know that statement struck her hard. I can feel the shift in her body, the way she reacts, the way her thighs squeeze together.

I don’t wait for her response. I slide my hand between her legs, slipping my fingers into her pussy, and when I find her soaking wet, I smirk.

“So wet already, Lilith?” I growl softly, slipping my fingers into her, feeling the tightness, the way she clenches around me. “You like the idea of me branding you, don’t you? Claiming you in every way.”

She gasps, her body arching into my touch, her hips rocking against my hand as I fuck her with my fingers, slow and deliberate. Her head falls back, a soft moan escaping her lips, and I can feel how close she already is, how her body trembles under my control.

“…” she moans, her voice breathless and pleading, her nails digging into my arm as I push her closer to the edge.

“Yes, darling?,” I murmur, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. I rub my thumb across her clit, knowing it will send her over the edge. “You’re going to come for me right now.”

She does, her body tensing, then shuddering as she comes apart on my hand, her moans filling the room as she grips me tighter. I keep my fingers inside her, feeling the way she pulses around me, the slickness coating my fingers as she rides out her orgasm.

When she finally collapses back onto the bed, panting, I pull my fingers out of her slowly, watching her as I bring them to my mouth. I lick her cum off my fingers, savoring the taste of her, the taste of control.

Then I lean down, kissing her gently, my lips brushing over hers, tender and possessive. I want her to taste herself on my lips.

“You’ll stay here,” I whisper against her lips, my voice firm but soft. “And I’ll be back.”

I pull away, grabbing my jacket that I took off before fucking her with my fingers, knowing she’s watching me, knowing she’s too shaken and too addicted to fight me anymore. I leave her there, breathless and claimed, as I head out the door.

When I step outside, the cold air hits me, and I pull out my phone. There’s a message from Ty, the one person in this world who understands the duality of my life. His father and mine were cut from the same cloth, and now, we’ve inherited their legacy in a sense. Our fathers aren’t dead, yet, but they’ve been training us to take over since we could walk. We’ve been raised for this—to kill, to control, to protect the Society’s interests at any cost.

I swing my leg over my motorcycle, the engine roaring to life as I rev it, feeling the vibration under me. It’s a short ride to the meeting point, and as I pull up, I see Ty already there, leaning against his bike, smoking a cigarette.

“About time,” he mutters, flicking the cigarette to the ground. “You good?”

I nod, pulling off my helmet. “Yeah. Let’s get this done.”

Ty smirks, his usual cocky grin spreading across his face, but there’s a tension in his eyes. He knows me well enough to know something’s off. “You left her at your place, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I grunt, my tone clipped. I’m not talking about this shit with him right now, not when we’re about to finish this assignment.

Ty chuckles, shaking his head. “Man, you’ve got it bad. Who would’ve thought Mr. Brooding Badass would turn into a little lovesick puppy?”

“Shut the fuck up, Ty,” I snap, but there’s no real bite to my words. He always knows how to push my buttons, and I know he’s just fucking with me.

“You know me,” he shrugs, unbothered, flashing that infuriating grin. “Just sayin’, might wanna keep your head in the game tonight. Don’t want you daydreaming about her when shit hits the fan. You need me to handle the messy parts? You know how much I love the art of it.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not daydreaming. And I can handle my own shit.”

He leans in, lowering his voice in mock-seriousness. “You sure about that? ‘Cause you’ve got that look, man. The one you had the first time you—”

“I swear to god, Ty…” I cut him off, my jaw tightening.

Ty’s unfazed, as always. “Fine, fine. I’ll keep it PG for your delicate sensibilities. But hey, you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here, man. We can braid each other’s hair, share our feelings, maybe even cry a little. Bonding shit.”

“Fuck off,” I mutter, but the corner of my mouth lifts despite myself. Ty’s always been a cocky asshole, but he’s the only one I trust to have my back when things get dirty.

We don’t waste any more time talking. The job tonight is messy, violent. A man crossed the wrong people—betrayed the Society. We’re here to remind him that nobody betrays us and walks away. It’s simple. It’s brutal. Ty, as usual, seems entirely unfazed by the thought of the violence to come, his casual attitude never wavering.

“You know, this guy,” Ty says, lighting another cigarette, “I heard he’s a bit of a squealer. Think I might make a game out of it, see how long it takes before he starts begging. Wanna place a bet?”

I grunt. “Let’s just get it done.”

Ty exhales, blowing smoke into the night air. “You’re no fun anymore, man. You used to love this shit.”

“I still do. Just not in the mood for your theatrics tonight.”

At that, Ty dramatically places his hands over his heart, staggering back a step like my words just shattered him. “Oh, the cruelty,” he groans, his voice dripping with mock despair. “Right in the heart, Sebby. You wound me.”

I roll my eyes, the irritation immediate. “Cut the fucking shit, Ty. And stop calling me Sebby. What the fuck, man?”

He drops his hands with a wide grin, clearly enjoying every second of getting under my skin. “Fine, fine,” he says, still chuckling. “But don’t say I didn’t offer to make it more entertaining.”

We exchange a glance, and in that moment, I know we’re both thinking the same thing: another job, another reminder of what we’ve become. And neither of us would have it any other way.

The adrenaline pumps through my veins as we get to work, and for a brief moment, I forget about Lilith. I forget about the way she looked at me, the way she questioned everything. All that matters now is the job—the violence, the blood.

Ty and I don’t talk much. We’ve done this too many times to need words. The man we’re after doesn’t stand a chance. By the time we’re done, the room is painted in blood, and I’m covered in it again, just like when Lilith walked in earlier.

Of course, Ty adds his own shit, as always, fucking playing games even in the middle of all the violence. He pretends to miss a swing, lets the guy think he might have a shot, just to yank it away and laugh at the fear in his eyes. “Oopsie,” Ty drawls, his voice dripping with fake innocence, keeping his theatrics to a minimum for once, but still getting his kicks. “Almost had me there, huh?”

I shoot him a look. “Quit fucking around.”

Ty grins, wiping blood off his cheek with the back of his hand. “I’m keeping it light, man. But don’t worry, I’ll wrap it up.”

This isn’t just work for us. It’s a way of life. And I know it’s only a matter of time before Lilith is dragged deeper into it, whether she’s ready or not.

We leave the scene, but it’s not over—not by a long shot. This assignment is bigger than we thought, and the guy we just killed was only the first of many. We’ve got more stops to make tonight, more blood to spill before this is done. It’s going to take a while, maybe days. This isn’t just some quick hit. The Society made it clear—this is cleanup on a massive scale, and we’re the ones to do it.

Ty pulls his helmet back on, still grinning like the lunatic he is. “One down, a whole lot more to go. You ready for this, Sebby?”

I glare at him through my visor. “What did I say about fucking calling me that?”

He laughs as we rev our bikes, the sound cutting through the night. “Oh, I forgot, my bad! Sebby’s too soft, right? Wouldn’t want anyone thinking you’re going soft with that girl waiting at home.”

I don’t respond, just crank the throttle and take off, the sound of my engine drowning out his laughter behind me. Ty’s right about one thing, though—this is just the beginning.

Instead of the silent ride I was hoping for, Ty’s singing over our helmets, loud and off-key, like he’s determined to torture me all the way back. Some mangled rock song with lyrics he’s making up on the spot, and I swear, the guy can’t help himself. I agreed to get these helmets with him that allow us to talk to each other, hoping we’d actually talk about something important, but Ty? Ty never talks about important shit. It’s all one big fucking joke to him.

At a red light, he pulls up next to me, still grinning, still humming like an idiot. “What’s the rush, Sebby? Gotta run home to your girlllllfriend?”

I shoot him a look through the visor. “Shut the fuck up, Ty. Maybe I’ll kill you before your goddamn singing kills me.”

Ty laughs, not even fazed. “Oh, no, I’m so scared,” he says in a mocking tone, clutching his chest like I’ve just threatened his life for real. “What’ll I do? Sebby’s mad.”

I rev the engine, more to drown him out than anything. “Cut the shit,” I mutter as the light turns green, gunning it down the street.

Ty keeps up, still laughing, still fucking singing behind me. But even with his constant bullshit, I can’t shake the feeling that things are going to be different when I get back. This job could take days, and by the time it’s done, I don’t know if Lilith will be there waiting. Or if she’ll even look at me the same way once she realizes just how deep this darkness really goes.

The world she’s stepped into is darker than she realizes. And the further she falls, the more dangerous it becomes.

As I ride beside Ty, I know this job will take me away from her for at least a week. And that’s plenty of time for her to start questioning everything. The thought gnaws at me, but there’s nothing I can do now. I’m in too deep. She’s in too deep.

And when I return, I’ll have to decide how far I’m willing to go to keep her in this world.