HIS VIRGIN LEECH (2)

"Still not finished looking?" He growled at me.

His question made me flinch, I shifted my gaze from his great body to his angry face immediately.

Pictures of Sebastian Moran I saw on the internet mostly only showed the side of his face, and it didn't do him any justice.

He raised one hand and brushed back his dark hair, which was slightly wet with sweat.

While he's not turning-your-head handsome type like Nicholas Shaw, Sebastian Moran surely wasn't one of those ordinary handsome men either, with those pair of dreamy amber eyes that glowered at me and a wide mouth that ticked every time he clenched his jaws from suppressing his anger.

In short, right now I was in six feet deep trouble.

My eyes caught a thin scar on his left eye. It made Moran look even more menacing... or was that his real angry expression because he caught me getting out of his office just now?

Or maybe because you stared lewdly at him, Ludy. That's sexual harassment. Another voice pipped in my head.

"I... I just ..." I sputtered.

Ah, there's my tongue. But somehow I could not think of any possible answer to his question, my head felt empty.

Sebastian Moran stared at me with his piercing amber eyes that grew darker every second. "Who are you? What business do you have in here? This is a private territory."

"Ah ... I — My name is Daisy." In this wretched situation, I couldn't think of another fake name.

Daisy. God, that name sounded like a stripper name.

Sebastian Moran, still with an angry expression on his face and still almost naked, stalked to me. I had no choice but to step back every time he got closer until my back hit the wall behind me.

He didn't stop. His stare was holding me down until his intimidating body stopped only inches away from me. My heart was pounding so hard inside my chest as his gaze lingered on me, almost without blinking.

My God, he smelled good.

He smelled like male sweat with a hint of cologne. Not those gross scrunching-your-nose kind of smell, but an enticing smell that made me feel a bit hot.

"I will repeat my question one more time," he whispered menacingly. "What are you doing here? Why were you coming out of my office?"

In the end, my senses returned, followed closely by panic and fear.

If he found out that I am a reporter who was trying to investigate him—

No, if he found out I put a recording device in his private office then not only my career would be ruined. My life would also be over. Moran could press charge and that ridiculously handsome lawyer, Nicholas Shaw himself would send me to prison.

"I... I was sent by Mr. Shaw."

I regretted it as soon as that sentence came out of my stupid mouth.

Sebastian pulled his face away from me a few inches. "Nicholas Shaw?" he asked with dumbfounded expression on his face. "What for?"

Oh, shit.

"For... you?" I replied in a squeaky voice, that not even to my own ears sounded convincing.

I think I just messed up my life.

Goodbye, my career...

Goodbye, life with dignity...

Hello, prison.

I could've just said I entered the wrong door. Or wrong toilet. But no, stupid Miss Ludmilla Benson here had to dig her own grave deeper.

I thought Sebastian Moran was going to drag me out and turn me over to one of his burly security staff out there. But for a few minutes, he said nothing while he held his gaze at my face closely before moving his eyes slowly from my head to my toes, only pausing slightly at my chests.

"You're an escort?"

In this kind of place, an escort was another name for premium prostitute. I nodded slowly at him, almost in disbelief. My poor disguise had tricked this man.

"So you're an escort... that Nicholas Shaw sent for me? Then why did you come out of my private office?"

"I thought it was your bedroom. Mr. Shaw instructed me to come to your— your bedroom." I replied with a little stutter.

Sebastian took a step back from me. His angry expression faded from his face, before changing into an unreadable expression. "Shaw... bought you for me," he repeated in a low, deadly voice.

I swallowed then nodded weakly. Couldn't he put on clothes first?

He turned around and sat sprawling on one of the black sofas in this room. "Come here," he ordered with an intense gaze that made me even more nervous.

"Uh— why?"

Sebastian raised one thick eyebrow. "Are you kidding? Didn't Shaw send you to satisfy me?"

I bit my lip harder. Me and my big mouth. With reluctant steps, I approached him.

"Sit," he ordered again curtly.

I almost sat next to him but he interrupted again. "On my lap."

Of course.

We looked at each other for a few seconds. He stared at me with a look that challenged me to give up and admit I lied to him.

Damn him! I'd rather he humiliated me than to voluntarily let him destroy my life.

I sat on his sprawling lap bravely, ignoring his wandering eyes that slid all over my body.

"Closer," he muttered hoarsely.

My red-wine mini dress lifted further as I slid closer on his lap. Sebastian's two hands didn't touch me at all, but his eyes followed the movement of my dress without blinking.

Fear and shame mixed as one inside me but I couldn't stop now. I dragged my ass over his thighs until we got much closer. I can smell a hint of soap and sweat from him, what did he do before he caught me?

Sebastian took a sharp breath but still hadn't done anything to me. His jaw was clenched tightly, twitching occasionally as if he was holding something back.

Even though I barely had any experience but I knew what happened to male anatomy when they got aroused. Sebastian didn't show it on his unreadable menacing face right now, but Sebastian Jr. down there wasn't that skilled at hiding his true nature. What separates us right now were his boxer brief and my panties.

Wow. It felt a lot harder than I thought.

Should I move or... what? In this bizarre situation my mind wondered helplessly.

Suddenly Sebastian grabbed the cola glass that I didn't even realize still holding, then he finished my super expensive cola in one gulp before placing the glass next to him.

"Aren't you going to start now?" he growled lowly.

How?

"Do you want me to— ouch!" Shit, I bit my tongue! I put my index finger into my mouth then checked my tongue and sure enough when I pulled my finger back, blood had smeared the tip. I started to taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

The sound of Sebastian's heavy breathing made me look up at him. He stared at my fingers with his two amber eyes that somehow had become much darker than before. His mouth was closed tightly like when he was angry earlier.

"Ah, sorry I bit my tongue a little," I explained before swallowing my saliva which tasted gross, his dark eyes followed the swallow motion of my throat before looking back at my lips with a tight expression.

"Are you all right?" I asked with a slight frown. "Hey, what happened to your eyes—"

One of his hands suddenly pulled my jaw closer, his lips covered mine with bruising strength and he started kissing me hard and deep without letting me prepare myself.

Sebastian bit my lower lip before pushing his tongue through my lips. I froze instantly, a bit alarmed because my mouth still tasted like blood.

His other hand gripped my waist while his tongue kept trying to trace mine till he found the place I had bitten earlier.

It felt hot and strange all over my body. All of my senses seemed to wake up at once, desire and all of my pent-up frustration flowing through my veins making me dizzy with need.

My hand moved along his stomach abs and went on to his broad chest. Sebastian jumped a little when my pinkie finger accidentally touched his nipple.

His hot breath and slightly gasping sound made my stomach felt tingling and weird. His hands suddenly pushed my hips toward his laps. I could feel how hard his erection and when his hardness pushed my clit, electricity shot through all over my body.

"Hnnh!" I couldn't suppress my whimper.

Sebastian pushed back his hips while pulling my waist towards him until his erection rubbed my clit repeatedly. I don't know since when, but when I realized it, my panties was already soaking wet.

"Ahh..." I moaned before pulling my face away from him to take a breath.

Sebastian traced his lips over my tilting throat then stopped right at the pulse of my neck, which was currently throbbing rapidly. The tip of his hot tongue licked my pulse before sucking the skin over my pulse, while his hips pushed me up again until my whole body was trembling with sensations I had never felt before.

Fire burned every inch of my body where his hands touched. When he stopped moving, I followed his previous rubbing motion with my thighs until a muffled groan escaped his lips. I didn't stop even after his hands gripped my hips tighter to control my desperate movements.

His two dark amber eyes stared at me intensely, his jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscles on his neck contracting. Sebastian looked like someone who's struggling to hold himself back desperately.

Contrary to him I closed my eyes to concentrate on my impending orgasm. The more his hand tried to hold me back, the harder I rubbed my clit against his hard erection. Until suddenly...

"Ahhh!" I let out a half squeak half shout of surprise. My lips opened to catch the breath that I held back. Pleasure hit my whole body like a tidal wave that made the tips of my toes curled up.

For the first time in twenty-five years of my life I, Ludmila Benson, had a spectacular mind-numbing orgasm.

When I opened my eyes again with gasping breaths, Sebastian stared at me with his dark, shiny eyes. His erection was still hard beneath me.

"You..." His voice was deep and hoarse. "You're dangerous," he whispered against my neck before gently biting my pulsing veins. Again.

Oh no. Oh, my God.

I just humped Sebastian Moran's lap shamelessly like a rabbit in heat.