After being left at the altar, Sebastian Knight swore off love forever. Now, he’s a ruthless billionaire, his heart as cold as the empire he rules. No emotions. No weaknesses. Just control. 

Sophia isn’t your average girl. With a body that turns heads, a face that stops time, and a confidence that dares anyone to challenge her, she’s a walking temptation. The kind of woman who doesn’t need saving—she’s her own damn hero. 

To Sebastian, she’s just another distraction. “She’s just a girl”.

 But when their worlds collide, sparks fly, and suddenly, she’s the one thing he can’t control. 

He’s the master of his domain, and she’s about to become his most captivating challenge. In his arms, she’s more than just a girl,she’s his greatest obsession. And while he may be in charge, this game of power and passion is anything but predictable. 

Because when a girl like Sophia meets a man like Sebastian... who’s really in control? 

The man in charge

Sophia stirred in her sleep, her body tangled in sweat-drenched sheets. Her lips parted, releasing a soft moan as her mind ventured deeper into the dream—the same one that had haunted her every night for the last four years. 


“You sassy, hot thing,” his deep, velvety voice whispered, sending shivers down her spine. He was close, his breath warm against her neck. His monstrous, commanding presence loomed over her, his eyes—dark and dangerous—burning with a satanic allure. 


“Sebastian, please,” she begged, her voice quivering with longing and frustration. His teasing touch drove her insane, leaving her yearning for more, for everything. 


“Shhh,” he murmured, pressing a firm hand over her lips. His smirk was wicked, his control absolute. “Not a word, baby. Patience. Good things come to those who wait.” 


Her core burned, her skin electrified under his touch as he toyed with her mercilessly, his movements deliberate and slow. He hadn’t claimed her yet, but she was already teetering on the edge, her body betraying her. She clawed at him, desperate for release. 


“I can’t take it anymore, Seb,” she whispered, her voice a mix of pleading and command. 


Still, he took his time, his hands exploring her curves, his lips trailing over her skin, igniting fires in their wake. She felt her heart race as he claimed her breasts with his hands and mouth, leaving her breathless, her moans echoing in the space between heaven and earth. 


This was it. If heaven existed, she thought, it was here—in his arms, under his burning gaze. In that moment, she knew she belonged to him, body and soul. He was her master, and she, his willing servant. 


Her body trembled as she soared higher, caught between ecstasy and torment. She could almost taste the stars, feel the pull of the cosmos drawing her closer to him. 


Her eyes flew open, and the harsh light of the real world flooded in. She blinked, disoriented, before recognizing the familiar voice. 


“Bella,” she groaned, throwing a pillow over her face. 


Her best friend stood by the bed, arms crossed, a teasing smirk plastered on her face. “Still dreaming about your mystery man? Let me guess—this time it was on a yacht, or maybe in some forbidden castle?” 


Sophia huffed, sitting up. “Could you not? I was this close to having the best night of my life, and you ruined it.” 


Bella plopped onto the bed beside her. “You’ve been having these dreams for four years, Soph. Isn’t that… weird? I mean, the same guy every time? Who even is this Sebastian?” 


Sophia hesitated, her voice faltering as she met Bella’s gaze. 


“I don’t know. I’ve never met anyone like him in real life. But he feels so real, Bell. Like, I can feel his touch, hear his voice. It’s not just a dream—it’s something more.” 


Bella’s smirk faded, replaced by concern. “Have you ever thought about talking to someone? Like your mom? Maybe—” 


Sophia cut her off, her expression hardening. “So she can gossip about it with one of her boyfriends? No, thanks.” She sighed, rubbing her temples. 


“It’s fine. I’ve learned to live with it. It’s just… my life now. Let’s just get ready for work before Miss Cindy has a meltdown and fires us both.” 


Bella gave her a long, searching look but didn’t push further. The two women moved to get dressed, leaving the mystery of Sophia’s dreams unresolved. 


But as Sophia buttoned her shirt and tied her hair, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her dream world and reality were somehow connected. Sebastian wasn’t just a figment of her imagination—she could feel it in her bones. 


My Sebastian