Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131 The Chopper Ride

Looks like she was going to have to find another way out of this.

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Sebastian hauled Amelia onto the chopper, but her hands were already all over him, sparking a fire that wasn’t going out.

The pilots up front were pros, keeping their eyes glued to the instruments; they knew if they caught a glimpse of this, the Shadow King would have their heads.

“Sebastian, I’m burning up… you’re so cold… just hold me, please.”

Amelia was like a fish out of water, desperate for any drop of moisture, her hot lips pressing against his rugged jawline, making his eyes darken with desire.

“Amelia, just hang on. We’re almost at the hospital.”

Sebastian pulled her into his lap, his arms like iron bands around her small frame.

“No… I’m dying here… take it off…”

Amelia started clawing at her clothes, grabbing his massive hand and pressing it against her chest. “Can you feel it? It’s so hot right here.”

Her eyes were hazy with lust, her lips a deep crimson, and her cheeks flushed so dark it made Sebastian’s blood roar.

His voice was a gravelly, pained rasp: “Amelia, you’re going to regret this later.”

“No, I won’t… help me.” She pressed her soft lips to his, inhaling that signature white tea scent, her voice turning into a needy whimper.

“Dammit!”

Sebastian gripped her chin and crushed his mouth against hers, a perfect, desperate strike.

Two fires collided, sending sparks flying through the cramped cabin.

The roar of the rotors was deafening, but Amelia’s moans cut through it as she straddled him, her dress sliding off her shoulders.

Sebastian’s kiss was a full–scale invasion, wild yet tender, his hands gripping her waist as if he wanted to pull her into his very soul.

Amelia had checked out mentally; there was nothing left but raw, primal need, and the scent of white tea was the only thing making her feel safe.

I need him. Now.

“Sir, we’re two minutes out from the ER.”

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9:47 am

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(Chapter 131 The Chopper Ride

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The pilot checked the distance and gave a cautious warning to the two people tangled in the back seat.

Sebastian forced himself to pull back, gasping for air, looking down at the half–naked, dazed woman in his arms with a look of pure hunger.

He fought down the urge, wrapping his blazer tightly around her like a cocoon. “Get us to the hospital! Now!”

The heat in Amelia’s veins was reaching a breaking point; the emptiness inside was pure agony. “Sebastian… make it stop…”

Sebastian’s throat moved as he swallowed hard, his voice thick: “Just a little longer, Amelia.”

Time became a blur until Amelia felt like she was falling into a boiling vat of water, her skin on fire, her mind a screaming mess.

Then, a wave of icy cold swept over her, spreading through her limbs and extinguishing the fire. Exhaustion finally hit; Amelia let go of everything and plummeted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

In the private suite, the doctor finished the sedative and started the IV drip, carefully cleaning and bandaging the wound on her leg before turning to Sebastian.

“She’s out, sir. Wounds are clean. She’ll be fine.”

If she was sleeping, the danger was over.

The doctor backed out of the room, wiping cold sweat from his forehead as soon as the door shut.

He’d been terrified; Amelia had been delirious, grabbing at his hands and trying to rub against him.

Sebastian had looked like he was going to execute the man on the spot, staring at his hands like he wanted to burn them off.

But the doctor was secretly impressed–that leg wound wasn’t deep, but it was in a spot that carried ten times the normal pain receptors.

That she hadn’t passed out instantly was a literal miracle.

The bodyguards cleared the floor.

Sebastian finally let the tension drain from his shoulders, brushing the dust from Amelia’s face, his eyes flashing with a lethal intent.

Derek was a bottom–feeder with no cash and no backup. How the hell did he get the balls to grab her?

Suddenly, his phone buzzed. It was Ryan.

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