Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 256

Chapter 256: Chapter 256 Dangerous Chemistry

Cecilia’s pov

Sebastian looked at my lips. His eyes, usually cold and controlled, suddenly had heat in them. Like he was holding something back, and barely managing.

My cheeks flushed. Seriously? At the dinner table?In front of everyone?

Poor Sawyer, sitting right across from us, looked like he was about to choke on his cornbread.

I cleared my throat and gently pushed away the hand still hovering near my mouth.

"Bit your finger. Sorry. Totally an accident." I returned to my drumstick, hoping the moment would pass.

Sebastian set his napkin down, still smiling.

"Don’t worry, Cece. It’s not the first time you’ve bitten me by accident."

I froze.

Sawyer and Liam both turned to look at him, expressions stunned.

The drumstick slipped out of my hand and landed on the plate with a dull thud.

I wanted to crawl under the table.

Not the first time? Bitten by mistake?

That left way too much to the imagination.

Dinner finally ended.

I bolted like a scared rabbit.

Everyone probably thought I’d seduced him.

But what could I even say? That he’d always been like this and I just accidentally triggered the switch? No one would buy it.

Back in my apartment, I unpacked, tossed laundry into the washer, and forced myself to do a quick clean-up before running a bath.

The week had been chaos. I needed to reset.

While soaking, I called Harper and my parents to let them know I was home safe.

After hanging up, I added a few drops of essential oil to the water—a gift from Yvonne, who said it helped "clear mental blocks" or "awaken inner clarity."

Honestly, it just smelled like lavender and expensive soap.

Steam curled around me, and for the first time in days, I felt... calm.

Then came the doorbell.

Ding-dong.

My eyes snapped open.

I didn’t even need to ask who it was.

Of course he’d show up.

Mr. Alpha always had perfect timing.

I dried off, slipped into my favorite oversized T-shirt and shorts, and shuffled to the door.

"Meow~"

I looked down. A fat cat stood at my doorstep, paws resting on my welcome mat like it owned the place.

"Muffin?" I blinked. "How’d you get down here?"

I purposely ignored the tall shadow standing just behind the feline.

I bent down to scoop the cat into my arms. He nuzzled my chest like a baby seal.

"Muffin missed his mommy," Sebastian said, reaching out to stroke the cat’s head.

His eyes, however, weren’t on Muffin. They were on me.

I didn’t respond.

Muffin gave another meow, oblivious to the tension in the air.

"The muffin can stay," I said, shifting the cat in my arms. "You, however, can go back upstairs."

I tried to close the door.

Sebastian stepped forward, one arm slipping around my waist.

"I missed you too," he murmured. His voice was low and rough.

His hand slid along my waist, leaving fire in its wake.

I opened my mouth to say no. What came out was: "Come in."

I grabbed his shirt and yanked him inside, pinning him against the wall beside the entryway painting.

His mouth was on mine before I could even think, all heat and teeth and that low, rough sound in his throat that went straight to my fucking core.

My hands were already pulling at his shirt, buttons pinging off somewhere in the dark.

"Fuck your shirt," I muttered against his lips, yanking it open. His skin was hot under my palms.

One of his hands slid over my breast, pressing through the fabric of my bra, while the other clutched my backside with bruising intensity.

"Tell me you want this," he growled, his mouth moving to my neck, biting just shy of too hard.

"I fucking invited you in, didn’t I?" I shot back, arching into him. My fingers fumbled with his belt. The leather gave way with a sharp little snap.

His cock was already hard, straining against his briefs.

Sebastian leaned over, fingers brushing my stomach. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Let me check..."

"Nope. Not happening."

I pulled the blanket tight around me and tried to stand.

My legs gave out. I collapsed back onto the bed.

Sebastian frowned. "What’s wrong?"

"I’m pondering life," I said flatly. "Do not disturb."

Truth was, my legs had turned to wet spaghetti.

I saw stars. I was pretty sure I’d overdosed on dopamine.

He sat beside me for a while, then said gently, "Let me carry you to the bath."

I nodded.

He did exactly what I asked—responsible chaos in action.

I insisted on washing up myself and told him to change the sheets.

When I came out, freshly clean and completely drained, he scooped me up and tucked me into bed.

Then he left... and came back with a plastic bag.

A pharmacy bag.

My stomach dropped.

"You didn’t," I said.

"Sebastian, I literally can’t..."

He looked confused. Then reached into the bag and pulled out a tube.

Ointment.

I read the label. Oh.

"The pharmacist said three times a day," he said. "Let me help."

He brushed his fingers over my cheek. The bedside light hit his face just right.

My whole face went hot. "What did you even say to the pharmacist?!"

"The truth."

I stared at him. "I don’t wanna know."

He pulled back the blankets and started applying the ointment—slow, careful, like I might break.