CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Sebastian
Isit back on my bed at Theo’s, fresh from my shower with a towel around my waist and my hair dripping onto my chest as I lift a can to my lips for a drink and raise my phone.
I almost choke on my Coke when I see that she’s actually replied. I wasn’t expecting to hear anything in response to my pictures—well, not until Monday morning when she castrates me, anyway. I’m weirdly looking forward to it.
I take another sip as the image loads thanks to Theo’s shitty WiFi, but the second it does I spit Coke all over my phone and hand.
“Holy fucking shit.”
I move my phone closer, ignoring the liquid dripping from the bottom of it as I stare at the image.
In true Stella fashion, she once again shocks the hell out of me.
“Jesus, baby,” I mutter, placing my can down and running my eyes over every inch of her.
She’s sitting naked on the closed toilet in her bathroom, her legs spread, showing me everything I’ve been obsessing about since that first night in the graveyard. Her hand is covering my brand on her thigh, she’s got her head to the side with a ‘fuck you’ tilt to her chin, and she’s got her phone in her hand taking the photo.
On the mirror is a message in reply to the one I left for her.
In the same red lipstick I left on the basin.
I belong to no one.
Cunt.
She’s even drawn a little heart, which makes me smile. She might think she’s a total bad-arse, but she’s also such a girl at heart. The mixture of the two threatens to bring me to my knees—not that I’ll ever admit that to anyone but myself.
Dragging the towel from beneath me, I finally wipe the sticky mess off my hand and phone before setting about my reply.
She started this little game, and I’m more than happy to continue it.
Wrapping my fingers around my hard length, thanks to her dirty message, I snap a picture and tap out a reply.
Seb: Don’t tempt me, Hellion. I know exactly where you are and how to get to you.
I add a little devil emoji, because why not, before scrolling back up to that image and getting myself comfortable as I wait for a reply.
It only takes her thirty seconds max.
Hellion: Feel free. I’ve got my gun and your knife ready. Imagine that, being killed by your own blade. How embarrassing.
Seb: I’m willing to risk it for another taste of what’s mine.
I can almost hear her groan of frustration down the other end. Predicting that she’s not going to reply again, I focus on the image of her body as I let my imagination run away with itself about what actually might happen if I were to let myself into her bedroom right now.
It’s tempting, really fucking tempting. But after the day I’ve had, all I really wanna do is pass out. Especially after I come with her name almost a plea on my lips.
* * *
I wake to my phone vibrating somewhere in my bed.
Groaning, I move around, running my hand over the mattress until I locate it, and at the very last minute, I crack my eye open to see who it is.
I tried not to hope that it might be her calling for an early morning phone sex session after the images we exchanged last night, but still, my heart sinks a little, and so does my excitement, when I find my sister instead.
“Killjoy,” I mutter as I swipe the screen and put my phone to my ear.