The Library

Sebastian

T hree years ago, everything changed.

When Lilith was taken from me, it felt like my entire soul had been ripped away. The rage, the helplessness—it consumed me in ways I hadn’t thought possible. I’ve lived in darkness my whole life, surrounded by violence, control, and power. But nothing had ever terrified me as much as realizing that I couldn’t protect her. That I had failed her.

The days after her kidnapping were a blur of anger and desperation. I tore the city apart, turning over every stone, hunting through every shadow, until finally, I got her back. But neither of us were the same after that. She had changed. I had changed. And when she told me she was pregnant, everything shifted again.

It hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I was paralyzed by the weight of it all—not with fear, but with something deeper. Responsibility. Love. And a fierce anger at myself for not keeping her safe. I had let her down. I hadn’t been enough. But as soon as she told me she was carrying our children, I realized that my approach had been all wrong.

I couldn’t protect her from the darkness by keeping her away from it. If I wanted to truly keep her safe, I had to include her in it. I had to bring her into my world—the one I ruled, the one I had hidden from her for so long. That’s when everything changed.

Lilith became more than just the woman I loved. She became part of me, part of my world. I let her into the deepest, darkest parts of my life—the business, the Society, the blood that ran through my veins. I showed her everything, and instead of running, she embraced it. She fucking consumed it. And now, that darkness is in her too.

And it’s so fucking beautiful .

The way she carries herself now—with that same edge, that same ruthless precision—drives me insane. Every time I look at her, my cock hardens. Time hasn’t dulled that feeling. If anything, it’s only grown stronger. She’s more powerful now than she ever was, and that power turns me on in ways I never imagined. Lilith didn’t just adapt to my world—she became it. A part of me. And I crave her more now than I ever have before.

I glance across the room, watching her as she moves toward me, each step calculated and deliberate. Her hips sway with a natural grace, her breasts bouncing slightly, the thin fabric of her dress clinging to her curves in all the right places. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She always does. And fuck, she’s gorgeous.

Her eyes lock onto mine, dark and intense, full of that fire that always burns between us. It’s a silent connection that only grows stronger with time. Lilith doesn’t need to say a word—her presence alone is enough to remind me that she’s mine. Completely. And I’m hers, just as much.

When she reaches me, my hand moves instinctively to her waist, pulling her closer. She slides onto my lap with ease, her legs splayed open, barely covered by the flimsy dress she’s wearing. The slit rides high on her thighs, and I can feel the heat of her skin through the fabric. My fingers tighten around her waist, and I smirk as I feel her settle against me. No panties. Always ready for me.

I lean in, my breath hot against her ear as my hand moves up her thigh, tracing the soft, smooth skin. I can feel the slick wetness between her legs, and it takes every ounce of control not to bend her over the table right here and take her in front of everyone. But that’s not how we play this game. Not yet.

“Later,” I growl into her ear, my voice rough with need. “I’ll slide more than just the tip of my finger into you, darling.”

She flushes, her breath hitching. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, and it only fuels my desire. The way her body responds to me—so perfectly, so instinctively—drives me wild. She’s mine. Every inch of her belongs to me, and she knows it.

But it’s no longer just about control. It hasn’t been for a long time. Lilith is my equal now, my partner. She’s not someone I need to shield from the world; she’s the one who stands beside me, who faces the darkness with me. The same darkness that lives inside me now lives inside her, and she wields it just as well as I do.

My mind drifts for a moment, back to the time three years ago when I thought I had to keep her separate from this world. I didn’t want her to see the blood, the violence, the brutality that came with the life I lead. I wanted to protect her from it, to shield her from the worst parts of me. But the truth was, I couldn’t protect her by keeping her in the dark.

And when she came back to me, pregnant with our first two children, I knew that the only way to keep her safe was to let her in. To show her exactly what she was up against. To make sure she stood beside me, not behind me.

And she did.

Lilith embraced the darkness, and it consumed her in the best ways. She’s ruthless when she needs to be, and every time I see that side of her, it drives me insane. She’s the mirror image of everything I am, but stronger. Sharper. And that only makes me want her more.

I shift her on my lap, feeling the wet heat between her legs pressing against me, and I smirk as she gasps softly. My hands slide up her sides, gripping her hips, pulling her even closer. The way she moves, the way she looks at me—it never fails to ignite something primal inside me. Lilith is mine. Every fucking part of her.

As she settles against me, my thoughts shift again, this time to our children. Saint and Cain. Our twin boys. They’re only three, but already, they show signs of the power that runs through their veins. It’s in them—just like it’s in me. The darkness, the control, the dominance. It’s there, waiting to be nurtured, to be honed. And one day, they’ll grow into it, just as I did.

Saint is quiet, always observing, always calculating. He has this intensity about him that reminds me of myself when I was younger. Careful. Patient. And then there’s Cain—wild, reckless, always testing boundaries. He’s got that same fire I had, that same desire to push the limits. Both of them are going to be unstoppable, they already are.

They’ve even inherited my eyes—mismatched, just like mine. Saint’s are green and brown, while Cain’s are blue and brown. That dark eye—the mark of the darkness inside them. It’s part of who they are, just as it’s part of me. And as they grow, they’ll learn to control it, to wield it the way I do.

I glance around the room, the men of the Society gathered before me. My most trusted circle. Men who would follow me into hell and back. They sit in silence, waiting for me to speak, to lay out what’s coming. The air is thick with anticipation, the weight of their expectations heavy, but I thrive on it. I was born for this.

“This is the time to solidify our control,” I begin, my voice calm but commanding. “The changes we’ve made are working, but we’re not done. We have enemies who think they can challenge us, test our limits.”

My eyes sweep over the room, landing on each man in turn. “They’ll learn soon enough. We don’t just react—we strike first. Hard.”

I watch as the men nod in agreement. Ty sits beside me, as always, calm and steady. He’s been my right hand for as long as I can remember, balancing my fire with his calculated mind. I trust him more than anyone, and though I lead, I’ll always make sure Ty has what he deserves. He made his choice. He didn’t want to take the lead; he wanted to be my 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.

He’s family, and family comes before everything.

“And remember,” I continue, “we don’t just control through fear. We control through power—through influence. The Society isn’t just about dominance. It’s about being untouchable.”

The men murmur their agreement, but I know their loyalty isn’t just out of fear—it’s because they believe in the vision I’ve laid out for them. They believe in me. And that’s why they will follow me into whatever comes next.

I give them a final nod, signaling the end of the meeting. “You know what to do. Make sure we’re ready. Dismissed.”

The room clears quickly, the tension still hanging in the air as they file out. Ty stays for a moment, exchanging a look with me—a silent acknowledgment of everything we’ve built together. He nods once before leaving, and I know without a doubt that he’ll handle his part.

As the last man leaves the room, my hand slips beneath the fabric of Lilith’s dress, my fingers brushing the wetness pooling at her pussy. Her eyes meet mine, burning with intensity. There’s the usual hunger, but now, there’s something deeper—a depth that goes beyond desire.

Lilith shifts on my lap, her body pressing against mine, and I’m pulled back into the present. I feel her heat, her desire, and I can’t help but smirk. She’s mine, and I’ll never let her forget it. My fingers slip beneath the fabric of her dress, teasing the slick wetness between her legs, and she lets out a soft moan, her body trembling in response.

“You’re mine,” I murmur, my voice low and possessive.

“I’m yours,” she whispers, her breath warm against my skin.

It’s not just words. It’s the truth. Lilith belongs to me, just as much as I belong to her. Together, we’ve built something powerful. Something unstoppable. And I’ll make sure no one ever takes that from us.

I lift her off my lap, my hands gripping her hips as I guide her to the edge of the table. She lets out a soft gasp as I press her against the cool wood, pinning her in place with my body. Her eyes meet mine, full of desire, and I can see that she’s ready for me. She’s always ready for me.

“Lilith,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “I’m going to remind you of that every fucking day.”

She doesn’t need to respond. The way her body reacts to me is all the confirmation I need.

I pull her closer, my hands sliding up her sides as I crush my lips against hers. She melts into me, her body surrendering completely, and I revel in the control, the power of knowing that she’s mine. This is who we are. And as I kiss her, as the heat between us builds, I’m reminded of everything we’ve built together.

The empire. The family. The future.

Our daughter, still growing inside her, will be the final piece of our family. She’ll be strong, just like Lilith. Just like her brothers. And one day, she’ll take her place in this world. Ty and Anna’s daughter will grow up alongside her, and one day, one of our sons will likely marry their daughter, cementing the bond between our families and the Society. It will be the perfect union. The final step in securing everything we’ve built.

I think about that future, about what we’ve created, and I know, without a doubt, that it’s unstoppable. Our children will carry on what we’ve started. They’ll be raised in the shadows, but they’ll never fear the darkness. They’ll learn to wield it, control it, just as Lilith and I have. And when the time comes, they’ll inherit everything—our empire, our power, our legacy.

Lilith moans softly beneath me, her body trembling as my hands continue to explore her beautiful body. There’s always this tension between us, this game we play, pushing each other to the edge and then pulling back just enough to keep the fire burning. And right now, I want to let her simmer. I want to feel her frustration, her need for me building. She can’t have all of me just yet.

I pull back slightly, my eyes locking onto hers, and I see the desire, the fire burning in her gaze. Her lips are swollen from my kiss, her breath coming in shallow pants, and her chest is flushed. She looks fucking perfect.

“You’ll have to wait,” I murmur with a smirk, tugging at the corners of my lips. “Patience, Lilith.”

She narrows her eyes at me, her body taut with a mix of frustration and anticipation, and I fucking love it. Knowing that I can push her to the edge, only to pull her back—that’s the thrill. That’s the control I thrive on. But as much as I want to draw it out, I can’t hold back for long either. My cock is hard, pressing against my pants, and every second I have her this close makes it harder to keep control.

Lilith is the only woman who has ever made me feel like this, the only person who has ever had this kind of power over me. And she knows it. She knows exactly what she does to me.

Her hand reaches for my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt as she leans in close, her voice a low, breathy whisper in my ear. “Fuck me, .”

Just like that, the control I’ve been holding onto slips.

A growl escapes my throat, low and primal, as my hands tighten on her hips. I pull her closer, pinning her against the edge of the table. The cool wood digs into her back, but she doesn’t care. Her legs wrap around my waist, her body arching against mine, and all I can think about is fucking her wet pussy, reminding her exactly who she belongs to.

But it’s more than that. It’s always more than just the physical with us.

Lilith and I—we’re connected on a level that goes far beyond lust. She’s seen the deepest, darkest parts of me, the parts no one else gets to see, and she’s embraced them. She’s taken my darkness into herself, made it her own, and that only makes me want her more. It’s not just about wanting her body—it’s about needing her, the way she completes the shadows that surround me.

I kiss her hard, my lips crashing against hers as my hands move up her thigh, teasing her slick cunt. She gasps into my mouth, her body trembling with need, and I can feel the tension between us building, threatening to spill over.

“,” she moans, her voice breathless, full of desire.

Fuck, I love hearing her say my name like that.

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, to see the hunger, the need that’s mirrored in my own gaze. My hands grip her hips, pulling her closer, and I can feel the heat radiating from her. My cock throbs, the need to be inside her overwhelming, and I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear as I growl, “I love you.”

“I love you, . Now fuck me.” she whispers back to me through ragged breaths.

Her words send a shock wave through me, a surge of possession and need. I can’t hold back any longer.

With one swift movement, I spin her around and lay her over the table, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist as I press her body flush against mine. The heat between us is palpable, raw. My hands slide up her back, gripping the thin fabric of her dress, and in a single motion, I tear it away from her body. The sound of the fabric ripping fills the room, but neither of us care.

Her hands brace against the table as I hold her hips in place, the need between us undeniable. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear as I growl, “You love being my whore, don’t you? You know you fucking do.”

She lets out a sharp moan as I press harder against her, my grip tightening. She can feel my hard cock through my clothes, she knows just how bad I need her. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Like the perfect slut you are.”

She gasps, her eyes wide with excitement and anticipation, and I can see the fire in her gaze. She wants this just as much as I do.

I strip off my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers. When I’m finally free of my shirt and pants, I crawl over her, my hands gripping her wrists as I pin her to the table. She moans softly, her body arching beneath mine, and I can feel her wet cunt, slick and ready.

I don’t wait any longer. With one hard thrust, I’m inside her wet pussy, and she cries out, her body tightening around me as I fill her completely. The heat between us is almost unbearable, the desire that’s been building finally spilling over as I fuck her, as I claim her.

I know the guys from the meeting are still somewhere in the building, probably lingering, pretending they didn’t hear the door lock behind them. But I don’t care. Let them hear her scream my name, let them hear her beg for me. She’s mine, and I fucking want them to know it.

I won’t ever let anyone see me fuck her. No one gets that privilege, but if Lilith wants to put on a show with those perfect cries and desperate gasps—so be it. It amuses me. I grip her hips harder, feeling her pulse around me as I thrust my cock deeper, harder. She’s trembling beneath me, her body arching, and I know the sounds she’s making are only fueling what little control I have left.

“Let them hear you cry for me, baby,” I growl in her ear, my voice low and rough. “Let them know who you belong to.”

I thrust harder, my fingers digging into her hips as her cries grow louder, echoing through the room. The sound of her voice, the way she gasps and begs for more, drives me wild. Every part of her tightens around me, and I lean closer, my breath hot against her ear.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you cry for me,” I murmur, the words dripping with both lust and possession. “Keep crying for me, Lilith. Let them hear every fucking sound.”

She trembles beneath me, her body surrendering to every thrust, and it’s perfect. She’s perfect. And the thought of everyone knowing how desperately she belongs to me only pushes me further.

But it’s more than just fucking. It’s always been more than that with Lilith.

She’s my equal, my partner in every sense of the word. As I move inside her, as I feel her body responding to mine, I know that this is where I belong—with her. Always.

My pace quickens, my body moving with a mind of its own as I drive my cock into her, hard and fast. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, the tension between us building to a fever pitch. She’s moaning beneath me, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin drawing blood, and I fucking love it. I love knowing that I can push her to the brink, bring her to the edge, and then pull her back again.

And when she finally breaks, when her body shudders as she comes all over my cock, her cries filling the room, I follow her, my own release crashing over me like a tidal wave.

For a long moment, we just lie there, our bodies tangled together, our breathing heavy and ragged. But even in the aftermath, the connection between us remains, stronger than ever. Lilith isn’t just the woman I love—She’s the other half of my soul. She’s the only person who understands me, who knows me fully. The one I will dance in the dark with, through all the shadows and chaos that surround us. She’s mine, and I’m hers—bound by something deeper than just love or lust. Something primal. Something eternal.

As I look down at her, at the woman who has consumed my darkness and made it her own, I know that nothing will ever come between us. We’re in this together. Forever.

“I love you,” I murmur softly, the words heavy with conviction.

“And I love you,” she whispers back, her eyes shining with the same intensity, the same passion that has always been there.

I roll onto my back, pulling her with me, and as she rests her head on my chest, my mind drifts to the future. Our family. Our children. Saint and Cain, our twin boys, who already show signs of the power that runs through their veins. They’ll be unstoppable one day. I’ll make sure of that. And our daughter, who will be born soon, will be just as strong. She’ll have her brothers to protect her, and she’ll have the same darkness inside her that we do.

But right now, in this moment, I’m happy just to have Lilith by my side. She’s mine, and I’m hers. And together, we are unstoppable.