Corruption.
Sebastian Flynn was once the prime example of a Good Samaritan. Hardworking, generous, optimistic - everything saintly you could think of, he was. He wasn’t bad on the eyes either, with sepia coloured hair and boyish looking features, armed with eyes the color of steel.
His teeth were white, the front row straight, but the bottom row littered with two flawed teeth, giving his usual smile a crooked feeling - very innocent and on the adorable side.
But littered under his good intentions and handsome looks, were imperfections; his flaws.
His self-control, held back only a slim thread of patience was the core weakness of his being. The mass amounts of temptations that littered his life, from forms of gluttony, greed, envy, and the most important one - lust.
Each sin impacted his decisions and feelings, but lust was the prime factor here.
The attraction of it all, the lure, the seduction - when it came to him, his body and mind weakened.
And the decision to act upon that lust, was the sole reason why his wife lay six feet under in a grave - killed by his stupid choices - that led to a body strung up in the corner of his home by an extension cord.
Guilt and remorse filled his mind for months after that, stretching to years, to the point where he up and moved out of that silent, judging home - straight to the confines of his childhood, the quiet and small town of Crescent Haven.
And even now, the lack of self-control was still there, the circumstances completely different; because standing in front of him, inches away, was not the perky and cute intern from police academy - but the cunning and alluring Harlow. This dark haired beauty, with her milky skin and hooded eyes - and her oh so plump lips, full of promises of pleasure and sinful secrets.
He found himself leaning towards her, the feeling of her thin, frail body against his own causing a shudder to run down his spine from the simple graze. He felt her breath against his mouth, her soft laughter hitting his ears as she pulled her lips into a smile.
“Gotten rather bold, have we now Sebastian?” Her hand grazed the fastenings of his shirt, sliding the button out of its holding, before moving onto the next one as her smile widened and her eyes glistened.
His throat tightened, mouth parting as she dipped her head forward, letting her mouth brush along the column of his throat, leaving trails of red lipstick upon his flesh.
His heart jumped and his body jerked to life, throbbing in places and his hand coming to rest on her lower back, pressing her figure closer to his own.
Her mouth moved against his skin with precision, teeth nipping at random points on his neck - leaving little red welts of pain mixed with pleasure; the fastenings on his shirt were almost undone, revealing the thin fabric of a wife-beater underneath.
Her other hand gripped his free arm, bringing the joint up to her side, gesturing him to encase her body within his arms, and she hummed against his flesh.
“Do you like the way I feel?” The touch of her breath on the marks on his throat made goose bumps pop out on his skin, Sebastian groaning as she arched up against his humming body, desperate for skin on skin interaction.
His head lolled back as her tongue darted out on his exposed collar bone, her fingers slipping into his opened shirt, her nails scratching at his sides. “Harlow…”
“I like the way you feel.” She continued, voice breathy and airy, glancing up at him through her lashes as she grinned against his bone. “So obedient, so…”
She stretched her neck up, reaching for his mouth as her lips neared his - and at the same time, one of her hands dropped town, the button of his jeans, undoing it effortlessly as she tugged the zipper down.
“…so very submissive.” She finished, as her mouth captured his and overtook his senses, his body, his mind, and mainly - the memories of his painful, tainted, corrupted past.