The Library

Lilith

T hree years later.

Sebastian sits at the head of the table, his presence dominating the room even though he barely moves. His large tattooed body sinks into the black leather and wooden chair, making it look like a throne—his throne. His body is relaxed, but his aura is anything but. Power radiates from him, bending the air around him, thickening the tension with every subtle shift of his gaze. He is powerful—ruthless, because he must be. That lethal combination has made him who he is today: a man who could end lives with a single word. His presence alone is a reminder of why no one dares challenge him.

But I see beyond the man they fear. I see the one who holds me close at night, who whispers my name like a prayer when no one else is watching. I see the man who has allowed me to step into his darkness, not as a bystander, but as his equal.

The air in the room is thick with tension as the men seated around the table listen intently to the strategy Sebastian outlines. Their eyes shift nervously between him and the maps spread before them, sensing the weight of his authority. Ty, seated to his right, is his calm, collected self, the steady hand that tempers the storm that is Sebastian. But even Ty defers to him fully now, aware that this is no longer just a partnership—this is Sebastian’s empire. The one he inherited. The one he forged with blood and iron. Ty had made his choice. He didn’t want to take the lead; he wanted to be Sebastian’s right-hand man. He preferred the violence, the thrill of taking lives, rather than the burden of strategic decisions. It was the chaos and bloodshed that called to him, not the responsibility of leading.

It’s been two years since Sebastian fully took control of the business. Two years since Ty officially became his right-hand man. And two years since Anna became a part of this family. I remember their wedding that spring, how radiant she looked, glowing with joy. Now Anna is pregnant with their first child, a little girl. It’s strange to think about how our daughters will grow up together in this world, a world built on shadows. But it feels right. They’ll be different, just like we are. Tied together in ways neither of them will understand for a long time.

Sebastian remains laser-focused, even with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He doesn’t lose sight of what matters. He’s built something here—something terrifying and magnificent—and no one will tear it apart. He’ll make sure of that. He’s more ruthless now than ever before because he has more to lose. Now that he has me and our children, his drive for power has sharpened into something colder, more dangerous. He will protect what’s his at all costs.

I know my place in all of this. I’m not just his lover or his queen. I am his equal, a reflection of his power. I play my role to perfection—the woman who shows just enough of his darkness to keep everyone on edge. I am a reminder that he’s untouchable, unpredictable. But I’m not just another piece in his game. I’m not like the other women in this world. I don’t stand behind him. I stand beside him, sharing his darkness, sharing his power. He made me his equal because he needs me to be. And I need him just as much.

I take a step forward, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor as I approach him. I can feel his eyes on me, devouring every inch of me, as my breasts bounce with every step. The dress I’m wearing clings to me in all the right places, barely containing what it’s meant to hide. The men in the room avert their eyes, but I know they’re watching, imagining what’s underneath. And Sebastian knows it too. His gaze burns into me, possessive and intense, daring anyone to look too long.

I reach his side, standing slightly behind his chair, my arm draped across his broad, muscular chest. A silent claim. He’s mine, just as much as I am his. It’s a claim I’ve made a thousand times before, but it never loses its power. Every time I touch him, that connection deepens. It’s not just about control—it’s about trust. It’s about knowing that no one else can touch him the way I do.

His hand rises to meet mine, the warmth of his touch grounding me. In seconds, he’s pulling me closer, and I sink onto his lap, my legs splayed open, barely concealing the bare skin beneath the fabric of my dress. The slits rise dangerously high on either side, almost to my hip bones. One wrong move, and I’d be completely exposed.

But Sebastian doesn’t care. He never does. He loves letting them see just enough, letting them wonder. His hand wraps firmly around my waist, pulling me against him, while his other hand traces slow, deliberate shapes on my exposed thigh. Every movement is controlled, teasing, promising more. He’d never let anyone see him fuck me, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy letting them imagine what happens when we’re alone. He wants them to know that I am his. Completely.

His fingers trail higher, brushing over the sensitive part of my inner thigh, and I tense beneath his touch. His hand is light, teasing, but it sends a wave of heat through me. I can feel him hardening beneath me, his length pressing against me, and I know exactly what he wants. What he always wants. His thumb brushes over my skin, and I gasp softly, my breath catching in my throat. This dress didn’t allow for panties, and he knows it. I’m completely bare beneath it, exposed to him, and he’s taking full advantage of that fact.

His breath is warm against my ear as he leans in, his voice low and thick with promise. “Later,” he growls, his words dark and dripping with intent. “I’ll slide more than just the tip of my finger into you, darling.”

I flush, my face heating as wetness slicks my thighs. It’s a dangerous game we play, but I’ve come to crave it. To need it. And yet, as I sit on his lap, surrounded by men who fear him, I know that this moment isn’t just about lust. It’s about everything we’ve built together. The empire we’ve created. The family we’ve grown.

My hand drifts to my belly, where our daughter grows inside me. She will be our third child. Our last. The final piece of our family. She will grow up knowing exactly who she is, raised in the shadows of this world but never afraid of it. She will be strong and fearless, just like her brothers.

Saint and Cain—our twin boys, only three years old but already fierce. They have their father’s sharp, mismatched eyes. Saint’s eyes are green and brown, while Cain’s are blue and brown, like they each took a piece of us, but both carry that dark, brown eye that mirrors Sebastian’s. It’s a symbol of the power they’ve inherited, the darkness they’ll learn to control. They have his dark hair too, thick and wild, and already, they walk through the world like they own it. And why shouldn’t they? They’re a perfect mixture of Sebastian and me—fearless, bold, and destined for greatness. Saint is quiet, always watching, always thinking, while Cain is wild, never backing down from a challenge. They’re already showing signs of the dominance that will one day define them.

Sebastian’s hand moves from my thigh to my belly, resting there, his fingers tracing soft circles over the fabric of my dress. His touch is gentle, full of meaning, and for a moment, I see the softness in him. The side of him only I get to see. His thumb brushes over the curve of my belly, where our daughter lies waiting to be born, and I feel the love in his touch.

“You’ve given me everything, ,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “Everything I never knew I needed.”

I smile, my body still trembling with desire, knowing what’s waiting for me after this meeting. I glance at the men gathered around the table, their eyes flicking between us with a mix of awe and fear. They may think I’m just his whore, a symbol of his ruthless dominance, but I know the truth. I’m his everything, the mother of his children, and together we rule this world in ways they could never comprehend.

Sebastian’s fingers trail back my thigh, his grip tightening as the room begins to empty. The promise of what’s to come hangs in the air between us, thick with tension and desire. But as his lips brush my ear one last time, I know this is about more than lust.

It’s about the legacy we’ve created. The family that will carry on our power long after we’re gone. Saint and Cain, fearless and wild, will grow into their own, and our daughter will find her strength just as I have. Together, we’ve built something untouchable.

Ty and Anna’s daughter will be part of that legacy too. We’ve talked about it, Sebastian and I, the possibility that one day our families will be bound together completely. It’s probable that one of our sons will marry Ty and Anna’s daughter, fully binding our families and the Society to each other. It would secure the future of everything we’ve worked for—everything they will one day inherit.

As the last man leaves the room, Sebastian’s hand slips beneath the fabric of my dress, his fingers brushing the slick heat between my legs. His eyes meet mine, burning with intensity. There’s the usual hunger, but now, there’s something deeper—a depth that goes beyond desire.

“I’ll give you everything,” he whispers, his voice dark and possessive. “But right now, I’m going to make you remember why you’re mine.”

I can barely breathe, my body trembling with need as I surrender completely to him. This is what we do. This is who we are. And as he fucks me, I know, without a doubt, that this is exactly where I belong.

Together, we’ve built something unstoppable. Something untouchable. And as we move forward, our family will grow stronger, our power more absolute. The future is ours to shape, and I know, deep in my bones, that no one will ever be able to take that from us.