Atonement

Chapter-17

Devastated 

Kathryn walks out of the bath, a towel wrapped around her body. Her hair are still wet and she walks towards her wardrobe to take out her maroon shorts and green shirt. It's around 7 and she wonders why Sebastian is late.

She almost jumps in surprise when a finger touches her neck and continues tracing her back through the towel to her hips.

"You are looking hot, sis." Sebastian murmurs and she continues her search for her clothes.

"Are you wearing anything underneath?" He whispers, his hands cupping her buttocks. She doesn't answer and his fingers tip toe towards the parting of the towel.

"I could find myself you know. It would take only a second to remove this towel." He murmurs and she still doesn't answer him. She is surprised when his hands wrap around her middle and turn her around.

She looks into his dark blue eyes. They are so full of desire that her breath hitches. She wants to give in but she doesn't want to be just one of his conquests. She wants it to mean something. She looks quietly into his eyes and tries to make herself believe that she is doing this for the bet only.

But it's getting more and more difficult to fool herself. She wants it to mean something. She wants to means something to him. He drags her towards the wall and presses her against it with his body. His eyes bore into hers and he leans down to kiss her lips, slowly and passionately.

She will never get tired of his kisses. She wraps her hands around his neck and deepens the kiss. The urge to drop the towel is more desperate than ever and she has to practically keep her hands around his neck to just prevent them from removing her towel.

He pulls back and looks at her, his lips well kissed and his eyes dazed. She wants him to fuck her. She wants him to fuck her into oblivion but she knows that it would sabotage her chances to win the bet. She has to play her role if she wants to win it. His hands tiptoe to her back and her breathe hitches when they unhook the towel.

He looks into her eyes, his eyes dark with desire and she whispers, "Don't."

He smiles silently at her and opens the towel before spreading it in front of her body. It's thrilling and exciting. He only has to drop it and she will be naked in front of a completely dressed Sebastian.

"Are you wearing anything underneath. Tell me or I will drop it." He whispers softly and presses into her body. His chest presses into her breasts and the towel rides a bit low. It shows her cleavage off and Sebastian kisses the exposed skin.

"No. I am not." She whispers in a soft voice and looks at him.

"Are your nipples tight?" He asks, his eyes on her cleavage.

"Yes." She murmurs, her breath erratic.

"Are you wet for me?" He asks, next and she nods, "Yes. I- Sebastian."

She wants him to do something, anything except standing there and teasing her.

"Beg me not to remove the towel." He mutters, his eyes deceptively soft and she whispers, "Please don't."

"Sebastian." She whispers as he drags her towards her bed, his hands loosely tying the towel around her body.

He pushes her on the bed and she sprawls on it, the towel covering her body in a haphazard way.

"Yes." He replies and settles down on the edge of her bed, tracing her lips with his fingers.

"I think that I am falling for you." Surprisingly, it's not a lie. She is indeed falling for this handsome, dashing, ruthless man but she has just committed a very big mistake.

She realizes it as his face changes. The fingers that were tracing her lips push into her mouth. Three at once and he snaps furiously at her, "Suck."

She does. She takes his hands sucks his fingers. He thrusts them viciously inside her mouth and murmurs, "Such a beautiful slut you are Kathryn. One day I am going to thrust my 8.5 inch cock into your pretty, little, dirty, lying mouth. That's all you deserve. Bloody slut."

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He is so angry that his tongue gets away from him.

"I want to fuck you so much right now that you can't even imagine. I want to hurt you. I want to fuck you raw. I hate you so much. Shall I fuck you Kathryn. Shall I remove this little towel and spread your legs and thrust inside your tight little passage. That's what you want, don't you darling." He murmurs. He had been stupid to have thought that she would confess to him, that she would chose him over her bloody reputation.

He takes his fingers out when he realizes that he is really hurting her. He doesn't understand why he can't just hurt her. It is too easy. He could remove the towel and fuck her right now. She won't stop him. She is wet and ready but he doesn't want to hurt her.

He cups her right breast through her towel in both of his hands and she throws her head back in a loud moan before spreading her hands to either sides of her shoulders.

"Remember that you are mine, always mine. My slut." His face is hot with fury and his hands are trembling around the softness of her breasts. He wants to rip the towel away but something stops him from doing so.

She looks at him with wide and shocked eyes.

"But remember that you will only ever be a hole for me, an obsession, an unfulfilled conquest. I will never love you. You are completely despicable. You are not worthy of love. You are an incarnation of devil himself. You back-stab people to satisfy your ends."

"Sebastian, please-" She pleads, her heart heavy and terrified, all of a sudden. At this very moment, she doesn't care about the bet. She doesn't care about winning. She doesn't care about the fact that she might have to sleep with Court. She only wants Sebastian to forgive her.

"I am fed up of your games and lies. I have had enough of them. Feed them to someone else." He growls and she murmurs, "I am sorry.", her eyes full of tears. Her crocodile tears instigate his anger and he pulls her hair gently to bare her neck to him.

She doesn't stop him.

"Please, listen to me." She murmurs as he leans down and bites her in the hollow of her pretty neck. He has always wanted to do this. He pulls back after a few seconds and she traces the mark he has left on her neck, her eyes desperate.

"I will see you at the dinner table." He murmurs carelessly and walks out of her room without another word.

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She stares at the ceiling. He hates her. This thought is enough to freeze her heart and mind. She doesn't want him to hate her.

She can't face him. She can't breathe. She can't forget his words. She can't live.

What have I done? It seems that the past is repeating itself and she doesn't want him to despise her.

Tears of shame and terror trickle down her cheeks. She wishes that she had never accepted that bet. She wishes that she had not tried to manipulate him.

Now he will never fall in love with her. But she has already fallen. She doesn't even care about the bet now.

Fuck Reynolds. Fuck the bet.

She gets up from her bed and ties the towel loosely around her body. There is only one thing that she can do now. She has to die.

She opens her wardrobe and empties it. In the corner, she finds the box she had hidden but not used and takes it out.

There are many packets of coke in it and she knows what to do to get rid of her problems.

She places the box on her bed and she takes out the packets and starts inhaling them one by one. But the fifth one, she is feeling dazed and sprawls on the bed.

Her lips upturn in a soft smile and she imagines Sebastian saying that he loves her before finally losing her consciousness.

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