WARNING : Smut in this chapter. If you don't wanna read it, stop reading when the point of view switches to Sebastian's, and you'll be fine. Apart from that, enjoy :)

Disclaimer : I do not own TMI or any of the characters.

Chapter 3 : Unwanted Desires

Every cell in Clary's body was yelling for her to take out her knife and hurl towards her Valentine heart, yearning to see her father slowly bleed to death. Her father. Clary shuddered at the thought. Sebastian, who had put an arm around her waist when she hadn't noticed, glanced down at her as she stared at her father with all the hatred she could muster. She despised him more than Sebastian, if that was possible. She tried to ignore the building fury in her and glanced at Jace who was just about speak.

"Father," he said and strode towards Valentine, embracing him. Clary watched in shock as they stood in each other's arms, as if they were family reuniting after many years. Valentine face held joy, something Clary thought was never possible.

When they broke apart, Valentine looked over to Sebastian and regarded him in satisfaction.

"Jonathon, you have done well. And I am glad you have managed to gain some measure of control over our little spitfire," he said, his eyes trailing down Sebastian's arm that was still around Clary's waist. His eyes lingered longer than necessary on her hips, flashing with something she refused to believe.

Clary tried to rip out of her brother's grasp, but his grip tightened and she couldn't move at all. She glared at him and stopped struggling. He only smirked at her, his pupils darkening with lust. Clary shivered under his gaze and directed her attention towards Valentine again. He was watching Sebastian and Clary silently with his eyes narrowed.

Jace on the other hand was looking around in confusion, as if he couldn't quite remember why he was here. But when he again made eye contact with Valentine, his bewilderment seemed to disappear and the emotionless mask reappeared again on his face. Clary absorbed all of that as it happened in a matter of minutes, her mind going to overload as it worked out possibilities of what just happened.

But before Clary could ponder on that any longer, Valentine spoke, his eyes still trained on Clary.

"I think you three should freshen up and then check out the house. After all, this is where you are going to be living for a long time."

Clary felt her heart drop at those last words. The reality of the situation hit her. She was with her demon-possessed brother, an equally twisted father and the dark side of her boyfriend, for god knew how long. Nobody could track her and therefore she had no saviors to be there for her in the near future. She was truly and mortally alone for the first time in her life.

Her entire mind was in a blank state as she walked up the glass stairs and onto the second floor. Until Jace had nudged her, she had not even realized that she had entered a bedroom and was sitting on the bed and staring vacantly at the wall.

Sebastian was watching Clary, his face betraying no emotion. Yet as he left the room after telling her to shower, she could feel that he had planned something. Her mind puzzled over that thought as she entered the bathroom.

The bathroom attached to her bedroom was huge. There was a large tub that could have easily fit four people in it, the shower was large enough for two people, encased in glass pane with a door and there was a glittering chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There were also two doors, one of course leading back to Clary's room and the other she supposed lead to another bedroom.

She locked both doors, proceeded onto undressing and entered the shower. On a ledge, she found a selection of soaps with fragrances ranging from lavender to rose to strawberries. Clary chose the rose reluctantly, unwilling to use anything her father or brother had picked out for her. But her morale crumbled as she realised how dirty she was. So Clary turned on the tap, planning to spend a good twenty minutes or so in the shower.

Halfway through her destined time in the shower, she heard the clicking of a door unlocking and then opening. Clary's breath hitched and she suddenly felt very cold, even though warm water still fell from the shower head. Through the fog on the glass pane, she saw a tall, masculine figure leaning on the second door. Her initial thought that it was Jace, but it was quickly dismissed when she saw the ivory hair, almost white under the luminance of the chandelier.

Clary gasped in recognition, and from the low chuckle she received in return, Sebastian had clearly heard her. She was trembling now, all too aware of her vulnerability as he walked slowly towards the shower door like a lion advancing on its prey knowing that it couldn't escape. And she froze altogether as he opened the glass door and entered the shower.

Sebastian

Sebastian was attracted towards Clary. Nobody could deny it. He wasn't sure if it was because of lust, their family bondage, the demon inside him or true love, and it didn't really matter to him. All he knew that he had to have her, mark her as her own, and he would go to any lengths to do so. That fierce sense of longing was what had spurred him to go in the bathroom when he knew perfectly well Clary was there.

Seeing her buck naked and shivering under his gaze was the best thing Sebastian had felt ever. His eyes traced down her body, following every curve. True, many girls had been unclothed in front of him, but none had yielded him the pleasure that Clary did now. He felt his member twitch under his boxers, the only piece of clothing that was still on him. Sebastian watched Clary quickly lower her gaze to the floor. Clearly she had seen the movement in her peripheral vision and was trying her utmost best to avoid looking at any part of her brother.

Sebastian felt an ineffable sense of self-pride and hunger as he saw the flame start at her cheeks and spread down to her neck. It ran down to parts of her body that he longed to explore, starting from now.

He moved closer towards Clary, pressing her against the wall, the softness of her chest in contrast to the hardness of his muscles. She was visibly shaking, but her body was warm to his touch and this sent excited jolts down to his lower half. Sebastian ran his hands down Clary's body, lingering at her curves and pleasuring at the sounds she made. Little gasps escaped her mouth, no matter how hard she tried to prevent them, especially as Sebastian pinched her nipples softly. Realising that she could be feeling pleasure at his actions, he ventured his fingers further down her body and into the sweet haven.

The minute his fingers touched the delicate waves of her unexposed skin, a wave of wantonness rolled through him causing his member to grow hard and long. He gasped, but not as loudly as Clary, who had thrown her head back, her body arched involuntarily towards Sebastian. He grinned and proceeded into taking full advantage of the situation. His fingers ran down lightly the wetness and circled her weeping hole before he brought them back up, running one finger around her clit, pressing down with the slightest amount of pressure.

Yet Clary moaned, the sounds sending thrills of pleasure all over Sebastian. She was ridiculously loud, he would have never had pegged her as a screamer. If the shower wasn't still running, his father and Jace would have surely heard her but Sebastian couldn't have cared less otherwise. She was his, and nobody, nobody could deny him everything about her. Besides, he liked Clary as being loud, it made all of this much more enjoyable.

With a sigh, he cleared his mind of all distractions and focused on the current situation. Clary was still moaning with her arms twisted around Sebastian's neck and her spine arched back. And as he pushed one of his long fingers inside of her and rubbed her clit with his thumb, her noises increased still. She was gasping now, as he entered another finger, pumping them in and out and still using his thumb to rub her sweet spot. He was not treating her gently now, instead he was pressing down quite hard, causing Clary to cling on tighter to him and all the time moaning.

She was practically in the throws of orgasm, only a few seconds away from peaking. Sebastian pumped his fingers in and out of her even faster now, as Clary arched suddenly, yelling out his name. He stopped then, taking out his fingers as Clary slid down onto the floor of the shower, panting, her body flushed with radiating heat.

Sebastian was just about to sit next to her under the now cold water coming from the shower, but was unable to do so as there was a sharp rap on the door right then. Valentine's voice called out to him, muffled slightly by the door.

"Sebastian, come out of the shower immediately, we've got visitors. And get Clary as well, would you? She hardly would want to talk to me, and you seem to have acquainted quite nicely to her."

With that, he left, his footsteps fading. Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. He had wanted to do more, or at least talk to Clary for a bit. But all he could do right then was to step out of the shower and wipe himself off quickly. He opened to door to his bedroom, but before he passed through, he looked back at Clary and said,

"Hope you liked that, little sister, as it was just a taster. There is more where that came from."

He didn't have to look back to feel Clary's horrified gaze on his back as he left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

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