Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
It was very late at night and not a soul or a car passed by as we stood there kissing each other in front of the building. The wind blew by, fluttering my long hair all around me. It really felt like there was just the two of us alone in the world.
I watched Sebastian closely as he watched me. It seemed as if he was about to say something but decided against it. Instead, his hands slowly approached my face. I felt his hand cupping the side of my face before the pad of his thumb gently stroked my cheek as if wiping something away. That was the first time that I realized the wetness of my own tears on my cheeks. Since when had I started crying?
The tears that streamed down my cheeks as he kissed me ardently was enough proof for me that I could never escape Sebastian. It was simple now that I thought about it. Today, Sebastian got hurt, but the one that was crying and feeling so much more pain…was me.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him no matter how hard I tried. My eyes were glued to his every movement as I watched Sebastian bring his wet thumb up to his lips. Then his pink tongue slipped out from between his beautiful lips and began licking my tears from the pad of his thumb. All the while, his blue eyes stared at me intently.
“Sebastian…” I called his name in a hushed whisper.
Sebastian had bent down and scooped me up effortlessly into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me princess-style into the building and into the elevator. I glanced at his face as I worried if he should be carrying me like this when he’s hurt. However, his face was as emotionless as always.
I wondered if it hurts and then I guessed that it probably did, so I didn’t dare to ask…
…
Sebastian opened the door to the penthouse with a loud slam that would have woken up anyone who happened to be on the same floor as us. Thankfully, we were the only ones on the top floor of this building. With long strides, Sebastian headed straight for the bedroom. My body stiffened when he past the door to my bedroom and headed to his room instead.
“Umm…my…room…” I whispered as he walked past my room without as much as glancing at the door.
I sighed to myself as I realized that Sebastian had decided to take me to his room and that no matter what I said, he probably wouldn’t change his mind. Sebastian closed the door to his bedroom behind him and locked it firmly before carrying me to his bed. I wanted to scream but realized that it would probably not get me anywhere…
I bet if I glanced up on the ceiling of his bedroom right now, I would see a bright red sign in flashing lights saying: ‘Punishment Time’.
I let out a cry when Sebastian dumped me onto this bed. The softness of the mattress pressed against my back, and I tried to sit up a little. My body felt sore and tired from all that had happened. This night was proving to be a very long one.
Surprisingly, Sebastian did not follow me onto the bed. Instead, he grabbed a chair and brought it next to the bed and sat down on it. All the while, his blue eyes continued to watch me intently. I wondered what he was thinking and what he was feeling…if anything.
The silence was suffocating as I watched him sit there with his hands hanging loosely in between his knees as he watched me. If he wanted to say something to me, I wished that he would just say it.
“Sebastian?” I called out his name questioningly. My voice shaking a lot more than I had thought that it would.
I felt Sebastian’s eyes on my face, my chest and then sliding down the rest of my body as if he was appraising me. It made me feel uncomfortable, naked, and exposed in front of him. It was so unfair, how he seemed to be able to see through me while I couldn’t see anything in his emotionless eyes at all.
Suddenly, Sebastian sighed loudly before squeezing his hands together, cracking his knuckles. I didn’t like what I was seeing…at all…
“So…why did you run?” Sebastian asked, sounding as emotionless as ever.
I dreaded the arrival of this question and now that he had asked it, I didn’t know how to reply. Sebastian must have wanted to ask me this from the beginning but had waited for us to be alone with everything settled. Although so much time had passed, I still wasn’t sure why I did it exactly.
Sebastian watched me as I struggled to provide an answer to his question. I couldn’t tell if he sympathized with my situation or not and on second thought, I would rather that he did not.
“Did you honestly think that you could get away?” Sebastian asked, arching his brow at me curiously. It had been a while since I’ve seen his face show any emotion.
“No…I didn’t think so…” I replied. I could answer this question easily, unlike the other one.
“But you went ahead and did it anyways…I guess being with me was that bad, huh?” Sebastian said as he laughed a little. It was a laugh that told me that he didn’t find anything about any of this funny.
“I’m sorry…” I said, meaning it. What I did was foolish at best, and it was a result of my own desperation. He was right, logically speaking, there was no why that I could get away from him…or his father and the gang.
With my own foolishness, I put myself in danger…and then Sebastian as well. I bit my lower lip in frustration at my own helplessness.
“You didn’t need to run away. I already agreed to let you go free after the 30 days are over. You couldn’t wait that long?” Sebastian asked rhetorically.
I felt like a high school girl receiving counselling from the school’s counselor for misbehaving. Sebastian’s gaze made me feel unsure of myself and what I really wanted.
I just nodded, simply because I couldn’t figure out what to say to him.
Surprisingly, Sebastian slowly got up from his seat and walked away towards a set of drawers. I watched in wonder to see what he was going to do. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all as he moved leisurely around his room. I felt like he was pondering some thoughts of his own in his own mind.
“I usually don’t like to do this but…it’s better to be safe than sorry, I guess…” Sebastian said as he turned back towards me. He had the most playful and excited smile on his face.
For a moment, he reminded me of a very excited boy who was about to show his best friend a new toy that he had found. Sebastian had his hands behind his back as if holding a surprise present for me. His overly cheerful demeanor just filled me with dread. Something was totally off about all of this.
Slowly, as if making sure to add suspense to the moment, Sebastian slowly unveiled the item that he was holding behind his back.
Oh right…we all guessed it…it’s a pair of handcuffs. Totally normal…
Wait?! What?!
He doesn’t like to do this…says the man who just pulled a pair of handcuffs from his drawer like it was nothing at all. My eyes popped wide as my mouth hung open in shock…
I guess my expression alone was enough for him to know that I demanded an explanation.
“Personally, I wouldn’t mind if you just disappeared from my life but…if you run away under my watch, my old man’s going to kill me and then you, for sure,” Sebastian said before faking a helpless shrug.
Instinctively, I began backing away from him as he approached me. Not that I had that much room to scoot myself backwards on his king-sized bed.
“You’re not…serious…” I exclaimed in shock.
“Oh this? Don’t worry, it’s the real thing. Completely made of steel, police and army-grade. Not those playthings for BDSM stuff that amateurs use…” Sebastian said, his smile very much intact.
He continued walking slowly towards me and his bed, the steel handcuff plainly on display in his hand. I wasn’t worried at all whether the handcuff was real or not…it was still a handcuff!