FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO - Chapter 430
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Chapter 430: Taking Charge
After Sarah left the beach cottage, Sebastian quickly changed into camouflaging attire and followed behind her from a distance. He watched keenly as she surveyed the island like an innocent child exploring his new tree house.
Sarah kept up with her pretence, humming sweetly to herself while taking note of different landmarks. She knew she had been followed by the obsessed maniac. So she kept to the visible path, making his work less tedious.
When she reached a secluded part of the island, where a breathtaking waterfall cascaded down in silver streams, she noticed something gleaming behind the veil of mist. It looked like a vessel partly hidden by the rushing water.
“So this is where the bastard hid his speed boat,” Sarah muttered under her breath, a wry smile tugging at her lips.
She slowly glanced over her shoulder, staring back at the green foliage, pretending to double-check her surroundings even though she knew he was hidden in plain sight.
Turning back toward the waterfall, she slowly unzipped the side of her dress and let it slip from her shoulders, revealing her sculpted, hourglass figure, knowing Sebastian would be drooling where he was right now.
She folded her clothes neatly and tucked them among the shrubs before removing her hair clip.
Running her fingers through her hair in a deliberately sensual motion, she whipped her head from side to side, letting her waves bounce and flutter.
Then, with graceful confidence, she walked to the edge of the stream, dipped her toes into the cool water to test its temperature, and finally dived in.
For several minutes she swam, letting the fresh water caress her skin while occasionally diving beneath the surface, playing along like a carefree woman enjoying her solitude. But her sharp, calculating eyes never strayed from the vessel which was half-hidden behind the cascading curtain of water.
This was her only ticket to freedom at the moment and she couldn’t risk messing up her plans.
She swam closer to the waterfall, playing with the cascading water while confirming what she’d suspected.
Sadly, the boat was anchored to a rock and chained.
“I have to get into his room. He must have the keys locked in there.” She thought to herself keeping her expression neutral.
Nearly an hour later, as dusk began to fall and shadows stretched across the island, Sarah emerged from the water. She dressed calmly, as if nothing had happened, and made her way back to the beach cottage.
When she entered her bedroom, she didn’t even flinch at the sight of Sebastian, sitting on her bed.
He was shirtless, and his predatory eyes were dark and fixed on her like a x-ray machine undressing her.
“Did you enjoy your time alone?” he asked, rising slowly, completely unbothered by the obvious bulge in his pants.
Sarah arched a brow, her voice cool. “Was I really alone?”
Sebastian’s jaw tightened.
“Don’t worry,” she continued softly, “I know you don’t trust me. But the feeling’s mutual. After all, you brought me here against my will… after murdering the man I loved.”
“Sarah…”
“I have to rest now.” She cut him off and brushed past him, but his hand shot out, gripping her waist and pulling her back against his bare chest.
“Don’t walk away from me, Sarah,” he growled in a low, husky voice. “You’re right. I don’t trust you. Especially not when I can see that little fire in your eyes… the one that keeps whispering you want to run from me.”
Sarah met his gaze, her eyes cold and stripped of all warmth.
“If you were in my shoes,” she whispered icily, “wouldn’t you try to run away from a sick man like yourself?”
Sebastian’s lips curved into a dark smirk. “Sick?” he echoed with a low chuckle that sent a chill through the room. “You’re right, Sarah. I’m sick… very sick, and only your love can cure me. So stop torturing me with that body of yours. You know I want you desperately and I can tell you want me too.”
He leaned closer, greedily inhaling the scent of her skin, his breath hot against her neck as he buried his face there.
Sarah’s body went rigid as his hand slid slowly down her spine, tracing her curves until it reached her butt, where he gripped her with possessive hunger.
“I want to fuck you so hard, wifey.”
For a heartbeat, Sarah froze, every muscle screaming to strike. Rage coiled through her veins like molten fire. She knew struggling would only feed his monstrous hunger. So instead, she did the one thing her mind screamed at her to do – something she has seen a badass movie character do on screen to break a love-sick villain.
Her hand shot down, and she seized him by his balls, squeezing with ruthless precision.
Sebastian gasped at the bold and daring move. He didn’t expect her to be this wild. He groaned, his face twisted in both pain and ecstasy.
“Yes, baby…” he moaned through clenched teeth. “It’s all yours… but be gentle.” He leaned in, lips trembling toward hers, but she only tightened her grip, twisting slightly.
His groan deepened into a choked cry.
“Sarah…you are hurting me.”
“What happened to you waiting until I’m ready to give myself to you?” Sarah spat, pushing him back until he hit the wall with a thud.
“Please…baby…” he wheezed, clutching her arm, his face contorted in agony. “We need my balls to make children. Be gentle.”
Sarah’s eyes only darkened in disgust. “Then you’d better learn to respect my body,” she hissed. “I am not your whore, Sebastian. I am not a toy you can toss around. I am a human and I will be treated with respect.”
Sebastian nodded frantically, his muscles twitching, face flushed red with a mixture of pain and humiliation.
“You will wait,” Sarah said coldly, her grip tightening. “No longer one week but two months before you touch me. And when that time comes, I will be the one to initiate anything between us or God so help me, I will crush your nut before you dream of sticking that drumstick into me. Got that?”
“Anything you say, baby…” Sebastian whimpered, tears streaking his cheeks as the torture twisted into unbearable pleasure.
“Good boy,” Sarah murmured, forcing a seductive smile as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his. She released her grip gradually, feeling his entire body shudder with relief and arousal.
Sebastian let out a broken groan, trying to kiss her back, but she pulled away just as his lips grazed hers.