Hellbound Heart

Letting the now cold water continue flowing down over his form, Sebastian remained unmoving from the spot where Elle left him. He was still there, under the shower, head hung down low and both hands firmly bracing himself against the now cracked wall.

He cursed as he stared down at the bathroom tiles. His eyes glimmering so intensely as the water pitter pattered onto the floor. He had planned to punish her. To pleasure her until she would be begging him herself to f**k her. But what the hell, the opposite had happened instead. All because he had failed to control himself. He was the one who had given in first as his lust and desire for her had gone so unbearable to the point that he felt like he would have gone mad if he was not able to have her again during those moments.

Never did he feel so crazy about wanting to have sex to this extent. Never had he lusted after a woman to the point that he was willing to beg like that. He never begs. It was always the other way around. Women were the ones who usually begged for his favor. They were the ones who were dying for him and his dick.

But now, here he was, on the other end of the stick. It was so unbelievable that it was almost unreal. The kind of mad desire he had for Izabelle was just… unthinkable. The woman whom he thought was just… was just… f**k…!! He had confirmed all over again that he was really hopelessly crazy for her.

But it seemed she did not feel the same way for him. He knew he had managed to pleasure her but… she could still resist him… no matter how much he burned and tempted her, she somehow still could hold her ground. While he could f**king not. At all. In fact, the entire punishment had been hell in heaven for him. He ended up feeling as though he had been punishing them both.

The moment he saw her tonight, all he wanted to do was pin her back onto their bed or anywhere hidden and f**k her brains out all night. No, not just all night but for three days straight and most probably even more.

That was how much he wanted her. It was insane, he knew. But it seemed to be something that he could do nothing about. At least for now.

She had literally turned him into an animal that was in heat. And then this… f**k…

He raked his fingers through his hair before turning his face up, letting the cold water fall directly on his face. Perhaps the cold would be able to jolt him out of this weird condition he found himself stuck in.

The look on her face when he had grabbed her wrist from before suddenly flashed across his mind and his brows knotted hard.

After what seemed like a long time, a smile curved across his face. It was a smile filled with disbelief, wonder, and something… hysterical.

…

Elle forced herself to go to sleep. She wanted to make sure she was asleep before he comes out of the shower and that was why she had rushed to change and tuck herself back into their bed.

She was a little thankful that he had not decided to follow her out of the bathroom, and she was glad as well that he was still inside up until now. She still had no idea on how to face him just yet. The loud sound she had heard when she left the room had her heart thudding nervously. Whatever had happened inside after she left, she knew that it was all because his anger had been sparked. He must have slammed something hard and heavy onto the wall to make such a sound. After all, this palace was very sturdy. So for something to be destroyed, it must be an object that was heavy or solid that could do it.

At that moment, her heart was a bit in fear. Not because she thinks that he would hurt her, but because he might be too angry and would suddenly decide to divorce her out of frustration or anger. She was not ready for that to happen yet! There was no way he would do that just because she had not consented to have sex with him. Right…?

Trying her best not to think of the worse and to quickly go to sleep, Elle shut her eyes tightly closed.

But time ticked by, and she still could not bring herself to sleep despite feeling extremely tired. Most likely the reason must be because she was the reason that he had yet to come out of the bathroom. Suddenly, she was wondering if he was alright. She could not help but think about that sound. Should she go back in to check on him?

Just as those thought came to her, she heard the soft swishing sound of the door opening. She immediately shut her eyes and pretended to sleep on her side. Her heartbeat rushed wildly but thankfully, her back was facing him and she had already turned the lamp on her side off. He would not be able to see her clearly even if he walked around and stood before her.

But… His presence was just too much to ignore. It was just impossible. Was he still mad?

Minutes passed but he did not climb back onto the bed. He did not make any sounds either, but she knew he was there, probably sitting on the couch.

Another several minutes passed when she heard the door opening, causing her eyes to fly wide open. She immediately turned around but he was already closing the main door behind him.

Silence reigned as she stared at the closed door, not knowing what to feel. He left again… just like that night… was he going to disappear on her for few days again?