The headboard slammed into the wall.
Sebastian grunted, fingers digging into the woman's hips as her breath came in sharp gasps. The sheets tangled beneath them, sweat-slick skin pressing into silk.
He wasn't even looking at her.
His eyes were fixed on the ceiling — glazed, blank — as if staring through it might take him somewhere else. Somewhere quieter. Somewhere where he didn't hear Damien's voice at night or see Chloe's eyes when she cried.
The woman moaned beneath him, her hand sliding up his chest.
"Fuck, Sebastian…" she moaned, staring at him like she expected something in return.
He didn't respond. Just gritted his teeth and kept moving.
As he was about to reach the edge, a loud bang thundered through the room and the bedroom door flew open.
"Oh my god." Marcel scoffed, putting his palm over his eyes. "What the hell is this?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Sebastian groaned, dropping his head with a thud against the pillow.
