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Chapter 17

"Patience, my enemy

And loving's my friend"

Our breaths were heavy and ragged, our chests skimming against each other.

"You're no good for me." I whispered, my eyes searching his emotionless ones.

"Well that's just too bad, now is it?"

I smirked slightly, my cheeks flaring with heat as Sebastian took on a softer expression, and pressed his lips onto mine.

Heat flared across my body, filling me with lust and need. My eyes met his, and I felt myself melting into him. Dominance radiated off his body, and a whimper left my lips as he nipped at my neck.

"Fucking hell," he growled into my skin, pressing himself onto me. Another flare of heat shot through my lower stomach as I felt his tip probe my entrance.

My eyes met his again, and I bit my lip gently before nodding my head, which was all the consent he needed to continue.

Sebastian rolled his hips forwards slowly, in a tantalizing manner. A small gasp left my lips as my walls stretched around his thick member. Sure, I've been with a few guys before, but none of them were ever as big as Sebastian.

Once he was fully in, he paused and raised his head, his dark eyes searching mine. "Are you okay?" His voice was light, yet I could see the strain in his eyes. I could tell that he wanted nothing more than to continue, and a wave of affection washed over me as he looked down to me in concern.

"For the love of God, Sebastian, just-" I was cut off by a strangled moan that was released when Sebastian began moving suddenly. My lips remained parted as he continued to thrust, never going at just one pace. Fast, slow, and painstakingly slow, I was like putty in his hands.

He had control.

His large hands fondled my breast gently before kneading into them, which only increased my moans and cries. His lips fluttered all around my neck and my face, attaching themselves wherever they pleased.

He was marking his territory.

He was possessive, controlling, and maybe even a little obsessive, and I loved every bit of that.

Never in my life had I wanted to be with someone as much as him, and from his hungry kisses and love bites, it seemed as though he felt the same way.

A whimper left my lips when he stopped without warning, breaking me away from my thoughts. He smirked as I shifted slightly, my hands gripping his broad shoulders in a desperate manner.  

"Beg," he suddenly whispered, "beg for it."

I stared up at him, my brows furrowing in confusion. "What?" I asked, squirming underneath him, a physical plea for him to continue, yet him remained still as stone.

I was practically writhing while he just smirked down at me. "I want you to beg for it."

The confusion washed away as I looked deep into his eyes, understanding that this wasn't going to be like sex I've had before. It had always been the guys who asked, pleaded, and begged. Now it was my turn.

"Please," I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Sebastian, I need this."

He cocked his head to the side slightly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. At the thought that he was just going to stop like that, I felt myself fall into a state of panic.

"Sebastian," I nearly yelled, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, "please, please you don't understand. I need this."

I gulped in a breath of air, my heart racing with not only lust but something else.

"I need you."

His thrust went deep, leaving me gasping and moaning in delight as he peppered my neck with hot, wet kisses. It was as if my words had brought him back to life. I felt him suck viciously at my skin, causing me to cry out and lean my head back to give him better access. His tongue flicked out, poking and teasing at my sensitive flesh, leaving me helpless as he continued to torment me.

Our bodies shifted back and forth as he continued to thrust with incredible speed. Whimpers and moans spilled from my mouths as his pace quickened, causing my eyes to roll back in pure euphoria.

I forced my eyes to open up and look up at him, wanting to capture this moment in my head forever. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were shut tightly as he continued to push in and pull out at such a rapid pace. I felt a light smile ghost across my lips while I watched him pour out all his strength and energy into this, something I had never seen happen.

I felt my stomach tighten violently, feeling as though a wildfire was raging within my stomach. I could feel myself growing dangerously close to reaching my high as shudders started passing through me. Sebastian must have felt my tighten because he let out a throaty groan before whispering lowly into my ear.

"Don't you dare come just yet," Sebastian said, causing a loud whimper to leave me.

Something about Sebastian dominating me made me incredibly hot and bothered, even more so than I already was.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold it together for much longer, something Sebastian seemed to sense as well. He quickened his pace and looked down at me, a deep smirk taking over his face.

Then the smirk was gone, and a genuine smile replaced it. With soft eyes he said quietly to me, "Come for me, baby, let me hear you scream."  

It only took one more thrust for me to become a writhing, screaming, moaning mess underneath Sebastian. I felt my eyes roll back and the air leave my body through a combination of screams, moans, and cries. My back arched and my lips parted as his name echoed from me, and only moments later did I hear him let out a husky growl and release himself into me.

The bliss lasted longer than I had expected, and it took a while for my panting, sweaty form to regain control. My body felt incredibly sensitive as I lowered myself back down onto the sheets, Sebastian's muscular frame encasing mine. I squeezed my eyes shut as he gently withdrew from me, ignoring the way my body tingled and shook as he did so.

The warmth was still there, making me quiver and whimper silently as I tried to force my body to come down from cloud nine, a place that it was willing to leave any time soon apparently.

Sebastian dropped himself next to me, his large arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me as close as possible.

After a few minutes, I had managed to settle down yet I remained unbelievably aware of the warmth within me.

Sebastian's breathing had slowed, telling me that he was just as exhausted as I was. I felt my eyelids droop, fatigue covering me like a warm blanket.

Just as I was about to allow my eyes to close, I felt the undesirable twist in my stomach as realization settled in. My body instinctively flew upwards, only to be pulled down my Sebastian's arm.

How could I have been so stupid?

A gasp mixed with a small scream left me as I struggled under Sebastian's grip, which caught his attention immediately.

"Wha- What in the bloody hell is going on?" He grumbled, removing his arm from me and rubbing his eyes tiredly, now focusing on my upright shaking form.

"You idiot!" I cried out, shooting out of the bed as soon as I was released.

"Excuse me?" Sebastian, now full awake, asked.

"I knew it!" I cried out, slamming my hands against his bedside table. "I knew I shouldn't have let this happen, and- ugh!" I screamed out, "So reckless of me!"

Sebastian stood up, his eyes narrowed and darker than usual. "Don't you dare try to blame this all on me," he snapped, not understanding what I was trying to say. "It takes two to... to... to have sex," he muttered after dismissing the forgotten phrase.

I shook my head at him, "Tango," I muttered quietly.

"What?" He asked instantly, frowning at me in confusion.

"It takes two to tango," I responded, my eyes meeting his, "But it only takes one to put on a bloody condom."

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The car ride to the drug store was dead silent and awkward nonetheless. Every now and then I would shift uncomfortably, allowing my eyes to dart to his emotionless expression. I felt the familiar swarm of butterflies fill my stomach as he parked the car, quickly going around to open my door.

I offered him a weak smile and began to walk towards, only to be stopped by the sound of a light chuckle.

"Would you calm down?"

I spun around rapidly, my arms extending as I swayed to the side. "Excuse me?" I questioned, my brow instinctively rose as my voice took on a sharper tone. Sebastian merely continued to smile at me, a teasing look flashing in his eyes.

"Sebastian King, I swear to-"

"Ah," he sighed, "there's the Evelyn I know."

I folded my arms tightly across my stomach, a physical cue for him to explain himself.

With a slight shake of his head and a small smirk, Sebastian said, "You're acting weird."

"What are you-" I began to protest, only to be cut off by him.

"The small smiles and the shy attitude? The Evie I know has fire and an overbearing attitude. She would have kicked my ass after realizing that I had forgotten a condom, which in my defense was not my fault since you practically jumped me. You're acting weird and I don't know if it's because we fucked-" his voice dropped and he took a step closer, "but for my sanity can you please cut it out?"

I stared at him for a few moments, processing his words in my head before allowing myself to react.

That's right, I actually thought before reacting. Now that doesn't that my reaction was any less reckless than usual.

"Oh, I understand," I said, my cut sharp and icy. "So you want me to beat the shit out of you right here because you decided to let your dick control you? Is that it? Because I can do that right now."

Sebastian's eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows creasing in slight confusion.

"Because of course it doesn't matter, I mean hey we only fucked," I continued, "that's not a big deal in the slightest."

I felt my blood boil as a slow smirk grew across Sebastian's face. Before I could do anything, he had me pushed up against the brick wall of the building, his large frame covering mine and effectively trapping me.

"You're mad," he stated, "because I said we 'fucked.'"

My lips instantly parted as I just about to defend myself, but Sebastian cut me off by placing his hand over my mouth.

"You don't get to be mad at me for that, because it's true. We fucked. Now, I've never taken you for a sentimental girl, but if you thought I was going to say we made love, or any of that, you're wrong, because we didn't."

I gripped his hand tightly ripping it from my mouth.

"You don't know-"

"But we can," he whispered huskily, his hips slamming into mine, "we can make love if that's what you want." His hips began rhythmically in a tantalizingly slow manner, making heat rise within me, and a deep blush to form on my cheeks.

"I can slow it down for you," he told me, " I can make you feel every second and every touch. Is that what you want?"

He knew what he was doing to me, that wasn't even a question. Taking a deep breath, I narrowed my eyes and him and placed both my hands on his chest.

"What I want," I said, leaning into him, "is to get some birth control before we have little Sebastians and Evelyns running around."

With a quick shove to his chest, I managed to escape and free myself of the cage he had me trapped in. Turning on my heel, I had just made it to the door before he spoke again.

"A little Evelyn."

"What?" I asked irritably, facing him.

His eyes met mine, and he gave me a light smile. "I'd want a little Evelyn."

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I felt my annoyance and frustration grow rapidly as the store clerk moved at a pace worthy of a snail. My hands tightly gripped the box, effectively showing my nerves and anxiety, while Sebastian smirked down at me.

"Would you stop that?" I finally snapped, looking up to glare at him.

His smirk only deepened as he responded. "Stop what?"

I scowled and focused my glare back to the clerk, who was staring impatiently at me, as if I had been the one wasting her time. I scoffed at him, and dropped the box onto the counter, ignoring the way the corners of his lips twitched into a smirk.

"I sure hope you're not in a rush," he taunted quietly, "because from what I've heard, these things don't always work too well."

Surprise shot through me, but his comment seemed anger Sebastian more. He yanked the boy by his tie over the counter; leaving his legs dangling helplessly in the position Sebastian put him in.

"Why don't you just do your fucking job and leave your comments to yourself?" Sebastian growled, his vein bulging in his neck as he bit out his words.

The boy choked as spluttered for a few moments until Sebastian finally released him, allowing him to fall backwards and double over with a coughing fit. I watched in silent amusement as he rubbed his throat delicately, his snarky demeanor replaced by fear.

"Sixteen pounds is all," he rasped out, his eyes avoiding mine.

I smirked out of spite, handing him the money slowly while he shifted awkwardly, obviously uncomfortable in the situation Sebastian had forcibly put him in.

As he reached out to hand me my change and the box, my eyes caught onto something on his wrist. Now any normal person would have just walked away, ignoring the dark black ink that permanently stained his skin.

But I recognized that symbol, and from the twist in my stomach, I knew it couldn't be good. My hand instantly latched onto his wrist and pulled him forward a few steps, so that he was once again teetering against the counter.

"What the hell is this?" I snapped, my nails digging into his skin.

I felt my face take on a darkened look as I gave the boy my most lethal glare. Sebastian spoke up from behind me, but I was too distracted to hear him.

"For the love of-" Sebastian's hand gripped my shoulder and pulled me back a step. His mouth opened as if he were about to scold me, before his eyes too caught onto the tattoo peeking from the boy's sleeve.

"What in the-" Sebastian's voice was drowned out by the sound of a buzzer blaring through the store, making my ears ring painfully.

"You think I wouldn't recognize London's most dangerous couple?" The boy shouted over the alarm. "C'mon lad, give me some credit, eh?"

Sebastian lunged forwards, arms outstretched as if he were going to strangle the boy, which he probably was going to.

The boy expertly dogged Sebastian's attack, and I felt myself suck in a large gulp of air. This was no ordinary boy in the least. According to the black gun on his wrist followed by the number nine, this boy belonged to a gang that had been taken down and torn apart years ago.

But see, with the boy being no older than me, there is no way he could belong to that gang.

I felt myself being quite literally pulled back into reality as Sebastian began to pull my arm, ignoring the boy behind the counter who was laughing manically.

"Good luck running!" He shrieked in a demonic voice, "They're coming for you!"

Shivers shot through me as I processed his words, not nearly giving me enough time to react before Sebastian whipped out his gun and fired one clean shot through the boy's forehead.

It's a shame, because I never got to know his real name.

I shook my head of my depressive thoughts, and focused on running with Sebastian, who was practically dragging me from the store.

We barely made it a few feet from the door before police cars began piling into the parking lot, effectively trapping us at the scene of a crime.

My heart threatened to burst from my chest as Sebastian acted without warning and pushed my body in front of his, placing his gun to the back of my head.

I immediately began to struggle in his hold, my eyes wide as the gun pushed into my skull, sending tidal waves of fear to wash over. Eight police officers formed a horseshoe around us, each of them with a gun pointed out.

"Drop the gun, King!" An officer yelled as the sirens within the store came to an end. My stomach tightened as two officers ran into the store, and came out moments later with grim expressions.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a policeman take a step closer, causing Sebastian to place to the gun to the side of my head, in a more visible spot. All the officers froze at once, as did I.

As much as I wanted to yell at Sebastian and question his reckless actions, I knew not to mess with him at a time like this, and especially not in a situation like this.

"One more step and you'll have two deaths on your hands." Sebastian threatened, malice dripping in his tone.

My blood froze and I felt my eyes widen even more than before. I wanted to believe that Sebastian wouldn't shoot, but after working by his side for a considerable amount of time I knew you could never know what expect from him.

"Listen," an officer spoke up, "don't be rash, okay?"

I knew that tone. That cautious tone you would give a scared animal as you tried to comfort it and calm it down. I also knew Sebastian wouldn't react too well with that tone.

"How about you and your boys leave," Sebastian said, "and we can avoid all of this."

Sebastian arm wrapped around my waist tightened as he dug his fingers into my side, making me whimper loudly and cry out. 

The officer in front of me tensed, glancing side to side. "How about you just calm down, okay? You and I both know that my men and I can't just walk away right now, especially because of the dead guy you were caught running away from in the store."

I tensed slightly, growing increasingly worried, as the officers seemed to not be stepping down any time soon.

I felt Sebastian move closer to me, the side of his face now pressing against mine as he spoke quietly, "Sorry about this, love."

He didn't give me a moment to think about his words before the back of his gun came down onto the side of my head with surprising force. A scream of blunt pain left my lips as my body crumbled to the ground, my vision immediately being clouded by a coat of black spots.

I remained conscious for only a few more moments, long enough to see a police officer crouch by my body, saying comforting words as he pressed his hand to my fresh wound, and long enough to see four police officers wrestle Sebastian onto the hood of their car, pinning his arms behind his back.

Despite my moment of weakness, I found a sarcastic smile gracing my lips.

Of course Sebastian King would let his overbearing pride try to prevent me from seeing him go down like this.

Only thing is, I did, and with a possible concussion did I do so.

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I woke to a beeping machine and a pounding headache. There was a police officer stationed at the end of my bed, watching me closely as I sat up slowly, watching him wearily.

"Watch yourself, Emily Kane, wouldn't want to sit up to quickly, might hurt yourself." He said softly, offering me a light smile.

My brows furrowed at the sound of the name, confusion sweeping over me.

"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask how you know Sebastian King? He seems to think of you as a very important person, for he kept telling us to make sure you were okay."

Only then did it dawn on me that Sebastian would give me a fake name, and only then did I remember everything that happened.

Sucking in a breath of air, I knew I was going to have to try to act my way out of this, and instantly forced my eyes to fill up with tears as I began to sniffle pathetically.

"I hate him," I whispered quietly, looking down at the bed I was on.

"What was that?" The officer urged, leaning closer to me.

I shook my head gently, wincing as a searing pain shot through my head. "I said I hate him."

I cast a wide-eyed, tear filled stare at the police officer, "He ruined me!" I screamed, thrashing my arms about as any insane girl would. I continued to chant that as I let the tears streak down my face, giving the officer no choice but to leave the room and run to get a nurse.

The second he left I knew I was going to have to get out of there.

It wouldn't be long before they realized I was no "Emily Kane," and in fact a well known gang member, who was apparently only heard of by reputation rather than looks. Then again, I never looked anything like Danny, which is why it was easier for me to go unnoticed in our family.

With my brain on overdrive, I ripped the covers off myself. Gritting my teeth, I yanked the IV out of the crook of my arm, not giving myself the chance to wonder why I even had one to begin with.

I knew I couldn't just run into the hallway that would catch everyone's attention. Biting my lip, I glanced out the window.

It was now or never.

I sprinted quickly walked towards the door, stumbling every now and then as the pain began to grow. I paused at the window and frantically turned around, searching for my clothes.

There was no way I could just run outside in this hospital gown.

Once again, I was drenched in a wave of confusion, and I stared down at the flimsy robe I was wearing.

Why the hell was I wearing this?

I frowned slightly, but a sound caught my attention outside of the door. My hands immediately began to work on the latch of the door, which just so happened to be effectively jammed. My fingers ached painfully as I tried to unlock the latch.

My heart began to race at a dangerous speed, making my chest throb as I tried to unlock the window that seemed to be impossible to unlock.

With one last final tug, I ripped the lock open and shoved the window open. A gust of cold air flooded over me, and I glanced down wearily at the ground. I was on the third story, but there was an overhang over at the second floor.

Shaking my head slightly, I pulled my body up so that my feet were teetering at on the window ledge. Sucking in a large breath I began to lean my body out the window, and let myself fall.

Thinking about it now, it was reckless and idiotic. I should have just knocked out the nurse and stolen her outfit, or maybe just risk it all and run out into the hallway, but no, I launched my body out of a window without a second thought of what I was doing.

Needless to say, I nearly slid straight off the overhang, yet I was barely lucky for it to not split underneath my weight.

I peeked down at the ground from where I laid sprawled out on the tarp. I let out a small shriek when the tarp tore suddenly, leaving my body to fall without warning towards the ground.

I squeezed my eyes tightly and tensed, bracing for impact. A loud groan left my lips, as I crashed onto the hard ground that was peppered with soft grass here and there, unfortunately not enough was under me.

The amount of pain that drilled into my head made a scream catch in my throat, making me cringe and writhe in pain.

The sounds of people yelling above caught my attention, making me shoot into action and get to my feet despite the incredible pain that I was suffering in.

I ignored the warning shouts from above and began to start hobbling towards the road. Cars swerved around me as I limped and dragged myself through the open road.

The second I arrived at the other side, I waved down a cab just in time. I grimaced as the cab driver looked at me cautiously, making my stomach jerk with nerves.

"Please," I nearly begged, "you have to help me." I looked at him through the open window of the cab, silently begging him to let me in.

The second he glanced at the hospital at the side of the road, I knew I had no other choice. My hand shot through the open window of his cab and gripped the hair on his head as tightly as possibly and yanked his head against his steering wheel.

The man cried out in pain, which I ignored as I flung open the door of his cab and yanked him from it, leaving him on the sidewalk as I sped away quickly, cutting off a large black van behind me.

I glanced around in the car as I continued to drive searching for a gps or even a map. I had no idea where I was or where I was going, but I knew that I only had a short period of time to get back to the house and tell Mason and Callum about Sebastian.

Sebastian.

My stomach twisted at the thought of him being cuffed helplessly against the cop car.

They will know what to do, I thought to myself.

My head grew heavy as I continued to drive aimlessly around the busy streets until I found myself on an empty road.

The sky was growing dark, a clear sign that nightfall was soon approaching, something that did not offer me any solace. I felt my hands slip from the wheel as my eyes began to close slowly.

Fatigue swept through my body and I began to panic as I started to lose control of myself.

I was exhausted, in pain, and confused as hell.

I felt myself become overwhelmed by nausea, and felt the car come to a complete stop as my body stopped functioning all together. My breathing slowed as I found myself being barely able to move.

Without warning the door flew open, but I found myself only being able to let out a small gasp, as my energy seemed to be at all time low.

"How are you, darling?" A man asked out to me with a thick foreign accent that I was unable to identify.

With lidded eyes, I attempted to look up at the man now couched over and leaning into the car. My lips parted as I tried to call out for help, but my attempt was futile.

"Oh, no, no," he said mockingly, "wouldn't want you to waste all your energy."

Incoherent words tumbled from my lips as I tried to push him away, but with absolutely no strength left in my body, I wouldn't even be able to push away a bug.

His hand cupped the side of my face lightly, in a torturous manner. "Oh sweetie, I didn't think the drugs would be this strong." He tsked softly, feigning worry as he looked down at me.

"Thankfully that tracking device," he pushed the dress up my body, revealing the white patch on my side, just above my hip, "helped us find you just in time!"

The IV and the hospital gown explained in ways much worse than I had imagined.

"Come now darling, let's have some fun."

I remained limp as he lifted me from the car and into his strong arms. Just before my eyes rolled back, my eyes caught onto his wrist, and the black gun that had been designed onto it.

"No," I groaned out weakly, causing a chuckle to emit from him.

"Oh yes," he taunted. "We're back and this time, we're going to have some fun."

And on that note, he placed me into the back of the black van just as I lost consciousness.

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