My Cursed Sadistic Alpha Sebastian's Curse novel Chapter 25

Athena

Till I reached his study, my gigantically pulsating heart was ready to jump out of my chest at any time.

Yes, it was no secret that I felt extremely nervous even at the sight of Sebastian but today my fear was at its peak once again and the reason was what he did yesterday. His words were still rushing in a loop at some corner of my head, no matter how hard I tried to push them back into oblivion they just wouldn't go.

After struggling for the entire time walking towards Sebastian's study, I finally accepted the fact that I had nothing to do but face it. So, I stopped in front of the door and knocked twice.

"Come in." His melodic voice came immediately.

Sucking in a breath, I opened the door and stepped into the room. My eyes took a quick look around everywhere— All the files and other documents were neatly arranged, there was black carpet covering the entire floor, the lightning was not dim; Two of the windows were left open giving a way for the fresh air to percolate the room. Not many items of furniture could be spotted but the ones that were there included, a few white wooden racks, maybe one or if more two chairs and finally the desk behind which Sebastian was seated, the desk was the only thing bearing a mess of papers and documents right now.

His stare fixated on mine causing my breathing to hitch in my throat.

It was true that he was ethereal. The way his blue eyes matched the colour of the sea, his skin shined without even needing any light to fall on it and how every feature of his stood on its own. He was just breathtakingly gorgeous, yet somehow terribly vicious and a walking danger.

"Y-You have called me?" I stuttered, after bearing a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Come here," He said, pushing his desk chair backwards and opening the first three buttons of his shirt causing a rush in my adrenaline.

I shoved my thoughts away and walked towards him, with slow and calculated steps I stopped when I stood right beside his chair knowing this was exactly where he wanted me, and watching my every move.

It took a few seconds for Sebastian to turn his chair around to face me; Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap, settling me on his right thigh and guiding my way close to his body by my waist.

I gasped in surprise, my lips parting and a chill ran down my spine when his addicting scent wafted into my nostrils; I visibly shivered in his arms.

He did not say, instead, he leaned closer and buried his nose in the crook of my neck as he inhaled deeply.

"What are you doing?" I asked, perplexed.

"Shh.." It was his quiet response.

There was something unusual about him today. His muscles were tensed, and the standing blue beside his forehead along with his neck was far too apparent to fail to notice.

His hold on me was tight and secure, the hand around my waist remained there unmoving and strong as if to make sure I don't move and the hand that grabbed on my thigh warned me about the consequences that I'd bring upon myself if I did.

But why was he so tensed?

Unknowingly, I found myself lifting my hand and burying them into the silky locks of his hair. I let my fingertips brush over his scalp in soft motions and drew them down the back of his neck and he let out a sigh that encouraged me to continue.

I repeated my motions a few more times, feeling him relax and pull me even closer. Something about him seemed vulnerable today, yes he was enraged, I could tell there was a rising anger that he was trying to fight but within this rage, there was something that screamed vulnerability.

Moments later he pulled away, drawing out a long and sharp breath as he recline against the chair, nearly throwing his head backwards in restlessness.

Okay, I did not know what was up with me but whatever I did was not enough to aid him in the comfort that he needed right now.

While I drown in the mess of my own questions, he decided to clear this entire dilemma of me trying to figure out how could I help him by grabbing my hand and slipping it inside his shirt as he pressed it against the left side of his chest.

His heartbeats were rapid, which explained the reason behind his unease.

I saw him closing his eyes and trying to breathe naturally.

I had no reason to doubt that he needed help so I just moved closer, and let myself engulf him. I rested my chin on his shoulder, pulling him closer with my hand before I let it rest at the back of his head and let my other hand stay still where he'd placed it on his chest.

"It's okay," I spoke. I did not know why I said that or if this mere assurance was even going to help or not, but I just....did.

Surprisingly he leaned into my touch, his arms went around me holding me as tight as he could. For a moment, it almost seemed that he feared I was going to vanish away if he let me go.

"If you ever dare to leave, Athena...I promise I'll fucking destroy you." He threatened but his voice was a bit shaky.

Why did he say that?

"You can't leave. I own every of your breath, you'll have to stay here, till the end." This time his arms around me tightened.

Not knowing what to say, I slowly pulled away only so that I could look at him. I moved my hands to cup his face, rubbing my thumbs over his stubble to coax him. His eyes opened soon and they met mine.

"What is bothering you?" I asked.

He didn't speak for a few moments, but when he did, it was in his same old demeanour, "It's none of your business."

I sighed, shaking my head and leaned closer to his face, and pressed my forehead against his. He involuntarily closed his eyes and I found myself doing so too.

"It wouldn't cause you any defeat to just tell me about it," I whispered, "I know you don't need my help. It's just a question."

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