Chapter 16

DIAMOND
 
I flicked my eyes open and watched as he stared at me.
 
I’m no longer on the couch; I find myself in bed, and he stares at me. I feel his gaze burning into my skin, like I’m about to explode.
 
“You’re awake?” The back of his hand brushes against my chin. He is sitting right beside me on the bed.
 
I remember that I begged him to stay. Did he truly stay?
 
Yeah, I don't doubt he did because he is still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
 
“ Sebastian?” I mumble his name, and he nods, getting on his feet beside me with both hands in his pocket.
 
“Do you feel better?” I hate that he’s pretending to act nice towards me because I can’t tell if he is real. Even though he rescued me from those girls, he is still going to do what he wants to do with me.
 
That doesn’t make him any better, right?
 
“Why do you care?” I sit up on the bed, but his jaw tics. He lowers his head and cups my jaw with one of his masculine hands.
 
“I care because you basically passed out yesterday. Why didn’t you call for me or Harper and Weaver?” He shouts, apparently angry, and I don’t know why. Well, I know why, but it doesn’t just make any sense to me.
 
“I need to go home now.” I get up on my feet, scanning around for my footwear. I wonder who took them off my feet; there is no one aside from him anyway, because I'm apparently in his room. 
I know because it's his photos that's hung on the wall.
 
“Your footwear?” He crooks his brow. I nod, then he strides towards his closets and throws me another pair of white sneakers that aren’t mine.
 
“Wear this. The one you wore is messed up and I threw it in the bin.” He pursed his lips, staring into my eyes with that innocent look in his eyes.
 
“Why are you doing this?” I waggle my brows.
 
“Doing what?” He arches his brow like he’s innocent.
 
“You act like the devil. You give me heaven, then throw me to hell for the rest of your life,” I spit out angrily.
 
“What hell are you talking about, Diamond? I haven’t even started. And yeah, I’m not just like the devil; maybe I’m the devil's son.”
 
“I knew it.” My eyes burn at the realization. I knew he was pretending to be kind, and I didn’t just want to believe it.
 
Now he’s shown me that I was wrong. He is still cruel, and I wonder why he came to my rescue and even promised to punish them because they hurt me.
 
“Aren’t you supposed to even thank me for coming to save you? Who knows? They would have ended your life right there. You should pay me for saving you.” He steps closer when I get up on my feet, his eyes displaying a deep shade of red.
 
“Did I ask you to save me? I would rather die than be saved by the devil’s son.” I lie through my teeth. Deep down, I was the happiest to see that they came to save me. I would never have believed that they actually came when all they had shown me was hatred.
 
“Is that your thank you? Or your payment in return?” He tilts his head, and he walks closer now that I can feel his scent—his rosy, spicy scent that makes my thighs stupidly clench.
 
“Thank you for saving me.” I mumble, but sh*t, I bite my lip as soon as I realize that I actually said that.
 
“Hell, no. I decide what payment I get for myself.” He shakes his head.
 
I notice Harper and Weaver are not around, then he steps away from me and stride towards the door, and it clicks close immediately.
 
My thighs clicked immediately as the door clicked.
 
“And what is that?” I watch him steady as he walks back to me, and my breathing shortens the more he closes the distance between us.
 
“C’mon, you are not so dumb. Do I need to say it? Not like it’s your first time.” He halts in front of me, and his hands wrap around my throat as he pushes me back on the bed.
 
I breathe heavily now, but I don’t say a word. I'm lost in his beauty for the first time, and heaven knows why the fuck he is seeming cute to me now.
 
And no, I haven’t done this before. Maybe I have, oh yeah, with a longtime crush, but not with the professor. I can’t recall doing it with the professor, even with the proof he says he has.
 
“Say what you want, and let’s get done with it.” I say it bluntly, and then he smirks like the real devil he is.
 
“Uhm, now you are speaking like the fucking bad girl that you are.” He crawled on top of me while I lay flat on the bed.
 
His hands on my neck give me crazy ideas, and I flick my eyes close to dismiss them.
 
“It’s simple. Ride on me, and I will let you go.” He smiles, obviously not genuine, even though it’s one of the most gorgeous smiles I’ve seen.
 
“No, I can’t do that.” I manage to speak with his hand still on my throat.
 
“Fucking liar.” He shows me his fucking sinister grin, then his other hands come around my shirt. He pulls it up, and even though I have my bra covering my breast, it doesn’t last that long.
 
He pulls down my bra and rubs his hand on my bare, naked breast. My pussy clenched immediately, and a sound that I don’t recognize coming from me filled the room.
 
“You seem to be expecting what I’m about to do to you, little mouse.” His dark tone doesn’t make it any better.
 
“You want to fuck me, right? Then do it and get over with it. See if you can get me out of your system.” It sounds like a dare, but then it is because if I let him fuck me now, I doubt it will be the end of what he is after.