The Library

Sebastian

T he blood is still drying on her skin, and I can see it, smell it. Hell, I can feel it in the air between us, thick and charged. Ty’s laughter echoes in my head as I walk through the house, but I’m barely listening. He’s still in the doorway, cracking jokes about how Lilith is a fucking psycho, about wanting to bring her along on an assignment next time.

“Hell, she’s crazier than you, man,” Ty had said, grinning like a madman. “Let her loose, and we’ll see who’s the real killer in the room.”

I just smirked at him. Ty’s always been twisted like that—he gets off on the chaos, the blood, the violence. But I’ve never minded it. He’s a literal psychopath, and it works for him.

Ty and Anna linger for a bit, Ty still grinning like a madman, cracking jokes as he slaps me on the back. “You’ve got yourself a real psycho, Sebby. She almost fucking killed her. I’m telling you, man, we’ve got to take her on a job one of these days. Let her loose.”

Anna rolls her eyes, grabbing Ty’s arm and tugging him toward the door. “Alright, enough. Lily is not going on any assignments with you, Ty. Stop being such a psychopath.”

Ty laughs as they step outside, but he winks at me before leaving. “You know where to find me if you change your mind,” he calls over his shoulder as they disappear into the night.

The door clicks shut, and the house falls silent. It’s just me and her now. My Lilith. The blood is still drying on her skin, her white dress stained red, and I can feel the shift in the air between us. I don’t move right away. I let the quiet settle, let the weight of what just happened sink in. She’s still trembling, still filled with that dark rage, and fuck if it doesn’t make me want her even more.

But right now, my mind is on her. My Lilith. The way she snapped in that club, the way she nearly killed that bitch, Ashley, for daring to touch me… it was the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

And I had to stop her, or she would’ve killed that girl. No doubt about it.

The thought has my cock hard all over again. That dark part of Lilith? The one that’s been clawing its way to the surface, trying to break free? It’s there now. Fully. And I’m so fucking turned on by it, I can barely see straight.

I make myself another drink, the bourbon sliding down my throat like fire. I know she’s in the bedroom, waiting. Covered in blood, still trembling from the rage. I take my time, trying to calm the throbbing pulse of lust that’s been building in me since the club. Every inch of me is buzzing with the need to touch her, to feel that rage again, but I know better than to rush. This is her game now, and I’m going to fucking enjoy every second of it.

When I finally make my way to the bedroom, I stop dead in the doorway.

She’s standing there, naked except for those heels I love so much, her body slick with dried blood, my name branded into her skin. My ring on her beautiful finger. Her hair wild, eyes sharp with something dark and primal. The sight of her makes my cock throb against my jeans, so hard I’m half afraid I’ll tear through the fabric.

“Holy fuck, darling,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire.

She doesn’t say a word at first. Just walks toward me, each step slow, deliberate, like she knows exactly how much control she has over me right now. And she does. I can feel the power shift between us. I’ve never seen her like this—so wild, so fucking possessive —and it does something to me I wasn’t expecting.

She leans in, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. “This will be anything but holy, .”

Fuck. I groan, my hands reaching out to grab her, to pull her closer, but she pulls back, just out of reach, teasing me. She’s playing with me, and I’m letting her. I fucking love it.

She backs me up toward the chair in our room, and I don’t resist. I let her strip me down, pulling off my shirt, my shoes, my belt—each piece of clothing hitting the floor in a pile until I’m sitting there, naked, watching her with a smirk on my face. She thinks she’s in control, and she is, but I’m still amused. Still waiting to see what she’ll do next.

When she grabs the leather straps, the same ones I used to tie her down, my smirk falters. Just a little. She tightens them around my wrists, making sure I can’t move. I glance up at her, that cocky grin still playing on my lips.

“If you want to tie me up and fuck me, darling, I won’t stop you,” I say with a laugh, my voice filled with amusement.

But she’s not playing around tonight. Not like usual.

She tightens the straps until they bite into my skin, just enough to keep me in place, and the look in her eyes tells me this is different. This is her taking control. Taking power. And I’ve never seen anything more fucking beautiful in my life.

“Oh, , darling…” she murmurs, leaning in close, her breath hot against my ear. “By the time I’m done here, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you, baby.”

The laugh dies in my throat. Something shifts between us. Something darker, more dangerous. She grabs my knife from my jeans, the same one I’ve used on her so many times, and I know she’s about to turn the tables.

When she drops to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth, I groan, my head falling back as the muscles in my arms strain against the leather straps. I want to move, to thrust into her mouth, but I hold back, letting her take the lead. Letting her think she’s in control.

And then she drags the blade down the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my cock.

I still. My eyes lock onto hers, and fuck, the thrill, the excitement—it’s like a drug coursing through my veins. She’s fucking dangerous right now, and I love it. I fucking love every second of it.

She sucks me harder, her mouth working over my cock, her tongue teasing the tip, and I feel my control slipping as she trails her tongue down to my balls, sucking them. But this isn’t on my terms. It’s on hers. She wants me to lose control, and I’m fucking close.

“How does this feel, darling?” she asks, using my own word against me, her voice low and teasing as she drags her tongue along the length of my cock.

“So good, baby,” I groan, my voice strained. “Keep going. Just like that.”

But I can see the change in her eyes. It’s not just about the sex. It’s about the power. She wants to know what it feels like to have the upper hand. And I’ll fucking gladly let her have it.

“How does it feel to have the control ripped away from you like this?”

I meet her gaze, and for the first time, I see the darkness fully consume her. Finally. She’s crossed that line, and she’s not coming back.

I smile, a dark, twisted grin spreading across my face as I lean back into the chair. “Fuck, darling… you’re going to have to do a lot more than this to scare me.”

She drags the blade across my chest, drawing blood, and then leans down, licking it off like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I groan, pulling at the straps as I feel my cock throb beneath her. She’s fucking relentless, teasing me with the blade, with her mouth, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“If another woman ever touches you again, I’ll kill her,” she whispers, dragging the blade up to my neck. I can feel the sharp edge of the metal press against my skin, but I’m not scared. I’m fucking turned on.

I lean forward, capturing her lips in a rough, hungry kiss, causing the blade to bite the skin on my throat, blood now dripping down to my chest. Her body presses against mine, slick with sweat and blood, and I can feel the tension building between us, coiling tighter and tighter until I think I might fucking explode.

She straddles me, sinking down onto my cock, taking me deep into her pussy. And fuck, she’s so tight, so wet, I can barely keep my eyes open as she starts to ride me, hard and fast, like she’s trying to claim me as hers.

And that’s the thing. She already fucking has.

When it’s over, and she finally undoes the straps around my wrists, I don’t hesitate. I slam up from the chair, knocking it over in the process. I grab her by the throat, dragging her into the bathroom, where I turn on the shower, the hot water stinging the cuts she gave me. But the pain only makes me harder.

I pin her against the shower wall, the slick tiles cool against her back as I thrust into her, the force of it sending water splashing around us. My cock drives deep into her tight, wet cunt, the mix of hot water and blood swirling around our bodies, but none of that matters. All I can focus on is her. The way her body arches against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I slam into her over and over, each thrust harder than the last.

Her moans grow louder, echoing in the small, steamy space, mingling with the sound of the water crashing around us. The way she’s clutching at me, desperate and wild, her legs trembling as they wrap around my waist—it’s like she’s losing herself in the moment, and it pushes me even further.

I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I slam her harder against the wall, pounding into her beautiful cunt with a ruthless rhythm. Every thrust is filled with the raw, possessive fury that’s been building all night, the need to remind her—no, to prove to her—that she’s mine, just as much as I am hers.

Her cries rise in pitch, becoming more frantic, and I can feel her tightening around me, her body on the edge. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear as I growl, “You like this, don’t you, darling? You like it when I fuck you like this—rough, hard, like I’m going to break you.”

She gasps, her head falling back against the wall, her hands sliding up to grip my hair as she pulls me closer. “Yes,” she moans, her voice shaky, breathless. “I love it, . I fucking love it.”

Hearing her say it, hearing her beg for more—fuck, it sends me spiraling. I grab her by the throat, tightening my grip enough to cut off her air supply, to make her eyes widen as she looks up at me with a mix of fear and lust. I kiss her roughly, biting down on her lip, tasting the blood on her skin, tasting her. I loosen my grip on her neck and she groans into my mouth, her body shaking with every thrust, her cunt squeezing me so tight it’s almost unbearable.

The way she feels, the way she sounds, the heat between us—it’s almost too much, and I can feel myself getting closer, the pressure building with every savage thrust. I press my forehead against hers, locking eyes with her, watching the way her pupils dilate with every stroke. She’s barely holding on, her body trembling, teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“I’m going to come inside you,” I growl, my voice rough and ragged. “I’m going to fill you up so you remember who you fucking belong to.”

She moans, her nails raking down my back, cutting me open, as her legs tighten around me, pulling me deeper. “Do it,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “I want it, . I want all of you.”

That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. My hips slam against hers, one last, brutal thrust sending me into her, my cock throbbing as I spill inside her, filling her completely. Her body seizes around me, and she lets out a strangled cry as she comes with me, her pussy clenching and pulsing, milking every last drop from me.

We stay like that for a moment, both of us gasping for breath, her body shaking against mine as the water continues to pour over us, washing away the blood but never the desire. My chest heaves, my forehead pressed against hers, and I can still feel her trembling, her heart racing against mine.

I pull back slightly, looking down at her. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen from our kiss, her skin flushed and slick with water and sweat. She’s never looked more beautiful, more fucking perfect, and I can’t stop myself from kissing her again—slowly this time, savoring the way her lips feel against mine.

When I finally pull out of her, she whimpers softly, her body sagging against the wall, her legs barely able to hold her up. I scoop her into my arms without a word, carrying her out of the shower and back into the bedroom. Her arms drape around my neck, her head resting against my chest as I lay her down on the bed, her body curling up against me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

She throws her arm and leg over me, her fingers tracing the cuts she gave me, and I can feel her heartbeat begin to slow, her breathing evening out. I kiss the top of her head, pulling her closer, the warmth of her body seeping into mine.

As the adrenaline starts to fade, she lifts her head slightly, her voice barely a whisper. “I love you so fucking much, .” Her words aren’t just an expression; they’re filled with the raw intensity of everything we’ve been through tonight, every dark corner we’ve explored together.

I tighten my hold on her, my hand running through her hair as I whisper back, “I love you too, darling. More than you know.”

Her body melts against mine, and I can feel her settle deeper into me, like she’s found her place—right here, wrapped around me. I close my eyes, my mind replaying everything that just happened. The way she took control tonight, the way she let the darkness consume her—it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I never knew I needed. And as I fall asleep with her wrapped around me, I can’t help but dream of how perfect she is.

The words “I love you” still hang in the air between us, binding us even closer, as if those three simple words have sealed something deeper than blood or lust. It’s something permanent.

I fall asleep with her wrapped around me, her warmth seeping into my skin, and as I drift off, I can’t help but dream about her. About how fucking perfect she is. My Lilith. My darkness.

My fucking queen.