I won’t take you again. Your life is your own. I can only wait and hope that you see how sincere I am. That you can eventually forgive me for my dark deeds. And even if you can’t, I’ll still be here waiting and dreaming of you.
Know that what love I have is yours. It always will be.
Sebastian
Tears splashed onto the paper, the words running with emotion wrung from deep within me. A sob shook my body, and I lay on the cold floor, the letter clutched in my hand. Simple words on a page cut more deeply than any weapon ever could. My heart twisted and bled as I cried. Earlier that day, I’d been set on the right path—the one that led to Link. But with the stroke of Sebastian’s pen, I was spinning out of control, my soul rushing toward him while every molecule of reason I had left pushed me toward Link.
My phone beeped with an incoming text. I ignored it and pressed my cheek to the cold floor as my breathing evened out. It shouldn’t have been a competition. One guy kidnapped me, the other hadn’t. So simple. It wasn’t a choice at all, really. Link was the good guy. He wouldn’t offer to burn down the world for me. That was a good thing, right?
Maybe I should go back to my original plan and push them all away, sit alone in my house, and try to put my life back together on my own.
The phone pinged again. I gave in and reached for it. Another unknown number.
Camille, this is Bill, Sebastian’s father. Would you be available for dinner in the city with me this weekend?
Please?
Mr. Lindstrom hadn’t kidnapped me, but he hadn’t helped me either. Then again, the stories he’d told me about Sebastian’s childhood had been by far the biggest help I’d had in understanding him. Maybe he could help me again. I texted back and agreed to meet.
Once we had our date set, I peeled myself off the floor. Crying about it wouldn’t help. And I was done with tears. I was no one’s captive, no one’s fiancée, no one’s plaything. And I wouldn’t be any of those things unless it was my choice, alone. For the first time in my life, my future was mine, and I didn’t intend to squander it.
47
Link
“Who are you having dinner with?” I gripped Tina’s hair as she bobbed on my cock while I spoke with Camille. I’d wanted to pregame given the fact that Camille would probably leave me with blue balls. Again.
“Just a friend. Don’t worry.”
“Is this friend a man?”
Tina gagged, but I shoved her down onto my cock to deaden the sound.
“Yes, but he’s old enough to be my dad.”
“Will I see you later tonight then?”
“I’ll probably go back to Veronica’s after. First week back at school, so I’m beat. How about lunch tomorrow?”
“Sure, but why won’t you just tell me who you’re having dinner with?”
“Because I don’t want to.” The confidence in her tone rubbed me the wrong way. I let Tina get in a gasp of air before shoving her back down again.
“What was that?” Camille asked.
“What?”
“Like a weird air noise.”
“Must be static. Look, you can have this little secret. I don’t care, but can you at least tell me where you’ll be? I don’t want Mint convincing me you’ve been kidnapped again.”
She laughed, though the sound was tight. “Freniere’s.”
“Fancy.” I pulled Tina off my dick, let her catch her breath, then allowed her to set her own pace.
“Yeah.”
“Well, have a good time. I guess I’ll see you at lunch.”
“Thanks. And yes, lunch for sure.” She seemed relieved that I’d stopped questioning.
“All right, babe. I love you.” Tina hesitated, but I shoved her down again.
“Bye Link.”
The line went quiet, and I tossed my phone. “Hurry up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
Tina glared at me, and the look only helped me get closer to coming down her throat.
“Do it good for me, baby. You know what I like.” My coaxing had her squeezing my balls just right while I thought about Camille, her curvy body and the pussy that belonged to me. She was mine. It was time for her to admit it and come to heel.
When my balls pulled up tight to me, I shoved my hips up and choked Tina with my cock while I emptied down her throat. She sputtered and fell back on the couch, accusation in her mascara-streaked eyes. I didn’t care. We were done. The next woman who got a taste of this dick was going to be my wife.
I’d find out what Camille was up to, put a stop to it, and put a ring on it. She’d put me off at Christmas, but she’d had time to consider it. More than enough time for her to realize she belonged with me. I deserved an answer.