Sebastian stared at you. He didn't expect that to fall out your mouth either.

"What ha-"

"She sold me out," you cut him off before he could finish his question, growing nervous as you could practically feel an enchantment on your tongue forcing you to speak. You didn't know why but words just started pouring out, like it was there all these years just waiting for someone to ask so you could finally spit it out.

"Not prostitution thankfully," you added quickly, cursing mentally that you still found it in you to try and defend her even a smidgen.

"Not directly anyway, she still had a few scrap morals left," you said bitterly. "My father was against sending me to work but he loved her more than life itself. And you know the saying 'Happy wife, happy life'? That was a reality. If she wasn't happy, then no one else deserved to be. It would've been better if she sent me to a workhouse. I would've seen less death and pain. Every few days I was switched to someone else's gang to work for, cleaning bloodstained floors and humans remains, even scattering and burying body parts. Just- bloody bags dripping like I collected meat from a slaughterhouse. Then one day I accidentally read a letter, thinking it was another job she was going to send me off to, but apparently someone I worked for had their eye on me and she had promised them me when I turned a certain age. Apparently, she was in debt which is why she did what she did in the first place and giving away me would've made her debt free. She caught me reading the letter and I begged her to let me stay home. I even threatened to tell father, selling me out completely hopefully was where he would've drawn the line," you choked up and swallowed the emotional boulder that landed itself in your throat and continued to ramble on.

"I don't remember what was said but I managed to grab a gun that my father kept. I didn't have the heart to pull the trigger, and she taunted me to the point where I snapped, so, I went further. Lost control and became a beast, ripped her apart and made her so goddamn unrecognizable with a letter opener. There wasn't an inch of me that didn't have blood stained and it felt good," you shuddered at the thought, slightly disgusted at the remembrance of how you felt.

"I washed my hands and got fresh clothes, locked myself in the bathroom. Washed all the blood off, cleaned whatever I stained and waited for my father to come home. I dropped the letter opener down the drain and stuffed my bloody clothes under a loose floorboard that I nailed shut. The screams I heard from him were so distraught, but it didn't break me out of my trance. I sat there waiting until he remembered I was there too. I expected him to blame me, but he just stood there and cried. The Yard came and no one suspected me, we had the funeral and he had basically forgotten I was there at all. We were borderline poor as you might've guessed, Undertaker was the only one to take us. He knew immediately it was me, he taunted me, and I told him I'd do anything for him not to tell and so we had the agreement."

"I lived with my father for a while. He lost all sense of himself, became depressed and damn near mute. He shot himself when I left to do a job one day," you looked at Sebastian to stop your brain from forming a visual memory.

"The Yard tracked me down and told me, well interrogated me, since I was of an age they thought I could definitely commit murder.... That's why I leave when something happens, or I need space. I never want to become that monster again and I never want to treat anyone like that. It's like my mind shuts down and I lose control over what I say and do. No one around, no one can get hurt."

"Don't," you flicked your blade in his direction as he reached out to touch you. Everything came crashing down. The years of suppressing it, the years of running and not giving a damn caught up. Your blade touched his cheek as he ignored your silent plea for isolation and came closer.

"I think I've finally figured you out."

"How disappointing," you muttered.

"Not at all," he whispered, "You're as much a monster as I am," he twirled a few strands of your loose hair between his dainty fingers. His voice was light giving you the impression that you piqued his curiosity further rather than scaring him away.

"If that's a compliment, you're a better smooth talker than that," you laughed nervously through a new rock in your throat.

He chuckled deeply, "You were the one who called me beautiful when you saw me for what I am. I'm not condemning you. Living for thousands of years has taught me which humans are true evil monsters and those who were forced to be one. None of it was your fault."

"Y/n."

Looking up, your tear brimmed eyes met his wine orbs. It was like looking through embellished crystal before your tears fell without consent.

"Don't pity me that isn't like you," you growled.

"Pity?" He said almost crudely, like he was amused. You half expected a smirk on his face and sure enough it was there waiting for you to envision yourself wiping it off. His malice showing through was comforting oddly enough. Much better than the lies anyone else would've tried to shove in your face. "I admire your grit and the fragility it comes with. However, seeing my wife in utter shambles and doing nothing is not something I can forgive myself for."

It was his turn to kiss you, blade digging into the side of his neck before it slipped through your fingers and clattered on the floor.

"You didn't eat," his cruel smirk turned into an impish one on his perfect face. "I have to fill you up with something."

Your eyes widened at the statement, and you showed off a smirk of your own, snaking your hand up to his throat, you looked him in those lust ladened powerful eyes. "There's my smooth talker."

"I thought you wanted me to sleep."

"Not even you can sleep until midday."

"You underestimate how much I love sleep."

"You underestimate how much you love me inside you~" he purred sliding his tongue in your mouth stealing your moan from toying with your slick core. His fingers dragging up your wetness to tease your clit before sliding his two fingers inside you. You hissed at the temperature exchanging between his cold fingers and your damn near on fire core.

"Suck."

Your tongue darted out to your lovers' fingers before taking in the fingers that were inside you a few seconds ago. Your mouth kept you busy and his kisses down your now bare chest fogged your brain and melted your will power. You weren't in a position to do anything but run on commands, didn't even bother to wonder when clothes disappeared. You had barely noticed him moving on from your pebbled nipples to your slit leaving a glistening trail of saliva along his way until your thighs almost snapped shut over his head. He applied pressure on your clit with his thumb making you spread your legs wider.

The bastard was quick with his tongue and applied more pressure anytime you squirmed under his touch.

"I- I-"

His fingers moved from your mouth to your throat pinning you down while he continued enjoying you.

"Cum for me kitten," he cooed sweetly moving his thumb and latching on with his warm mouth to your swollen clit. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut, fisting the sheets, you held onto your orgasm loving the high you felt.

"Now," he growled out sending vibrations throughout your body making you unintentionally release.

"For making me wait, beg for me to take you."

Snapping out of your little fogged state, your eyes widened. You sat up caged between his arms, face mere inches from his and looked him dead in his eyes.

"If you think I'm going to sit here and beg like a dog, Undertaker must've had you completely frazzled. You've lost your mind."

His eyebrow twitched and he pointedly ignored your statement.

"Cumming once has never proven to be enough for you. I can wait."

He got up and strutted over to the armchair in the corner of the room and sat shirtless and crossed his legs with an evil grin on his face. Your core began to ache for more, damn him for being right. But there was no way in hell that was going to happen.

As if you two had the same idea you both reached to touch yourselves. But he was quicker and flicked a single finger up and your hands went with it into chains that appeared. "No fair," you seethed rattling your chains. You saw the precum emerge from his tip and squeezed your thighs together. That stupid ache between your legs was starting to yell at you and you mentally cursed your body for betraying your pride.

Yet another thing he can hold over your head in the future. His little breathy moans were reaching your ears, and your face started heating up.

'Alright you win dammit. Bloody tease.'

"Please," you whispered, "Please fuck me."

He smirked, "Louder."

You repeated yourself but louder, shutting your eyes so you couldn't see his provoking smirk.

"Again."

Biting back the urge to tell him not to be cocky you obliged.

"Good," he closed eye smiled at your glowering figure deciding you had enough teasing. "Come here," he gestured with his finger, your chains releasing you instantly.

You crawled onto him as he guided you down, legs on either side of him. You felt his cock sink into you, both of you groaning at the feeling. Hand on your lower back he guided your hips into a steady rhythm.

He took your nipple in between his teeth gently and you tossed your head back in pleasure picking up your pace. His hand snaked fully around your waist giving him control of your body and how fast he wanted to take you. His thrusts were normally powerful but this was something different. Like something was driving him other than his lust.

"Seb- mmm. Slow down," your grip on the chair failed and you opted to brace your hands on the wall to hold yourself up. He didn't want you to ride him of your own free will, he wanted to control every bit of you. Bitting your lip you drew blood trying to stop your moans from waking everyone up as you cummed again.

"You're even more beautiful with my seed dripping out of you," he eyed you up and down hungrily when you got off. You were still on his lap, cum leaking slightly from you. Sex with him was always messy. It was mind-numbing pure lust and passion. He's always been dominant and demanding and even calculating, always making sure he serviced your body well. But tonight, he was different. That greedy look on his face reflected his depraved feral state, his sinful nature shining through demanding even more than usual from you.

"Bed," he commanded and you scrambled for it like an eager cat waiting for her treat.

He hoisted your leg up and the crook of your knee hung over his shoulder blade. His dainty fingers attacked your clit and rubbed in circles hard enough to cause immense pleasure but not pain. Greedy didn't begin to cover his strokes. Feral like a wild animal. Like the beast he is.

"Don't you. Ever. Call. Anyone's. Name. When I. Have you. Like this."

You gasped at his inhumane pace, unable to properly catch your breath. A familiar knot was twisting away in your stomach but you couldn't hold on to this orgasm, he dragged it out of you with the most delicious moans he's heard right before releasing his own orgasm into you. Your overstimulated clit whined at the intense pleasure he gave but you craved more.

You turned to face him caressing his face, "Jealousy is such a pretty colour on you, love."

"You've mistaken jealousy with being possessive. You're mine, I don't tolerate anyone remotely getting as close as he has," he spat venomously, an angry glint in his eyes. His hands gripped your waist tightly and he hovered over you, eyes glowing their demonic fuchsia.

And here comes round four.