Page 65 of Wreck Me

Fucker. “Can you not talk about my—”

“What? Your sweet cunt strangling the fuck out of my cock?” He leaned closer. “Did you bruise yourself on me, beautiful? Can you still feel me deep inside?”

“Stop.”

“Can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want more than your hate now.”

I swallowed hard as the intensity coming off him bled into me. “Like what?”

He grasped my hand. Harshly. “Every. Fucking. Thing.”

A shudder rolled through me.

And something else.

It had me discreetly rubbing my thighs together under the table. Damn him.

“What do we have here?”

His hand left me and he sat back and I looked to see Damien striding up to the table.

“Seb,” he said, a little tightly, to which Sebastian gave a curt head nod. And then Damien focused on me. “If you’re trying to lay low with that hoodie up and sitting in the corner, I’ve gotta tell you, the blue and silver hair is kind of giving you away, babe.”

“She’s not your babe,” Sebastian bit at him.

Damien registered the animosity, but ignored it and went on, “Although, it does work for you. Don’t you agree, Seb?”

“Blue. Vibrant-red would work too. Same with purple,” he said, eyeing me pointedly.

I jolted. Those particular colors weren’t a coincidence. He was referencing my wigs I’d worn as Onyx, letting me know that he was aware of even that aspect. Son of a bitch.

“Yeah, I guess,” Damien said, at a loss. And then he focused up and told me, “I’ve got another fight for you if you want it. Well, there’s a whole damn line now after your epic performance last night. You’re the talk of that place.”

“Who’s the first fighter?”

As he gave me some details about another psycho, this one wanting to prove himself by bringing down a woman, I looked out at Sebastian, who was grinding his teeth and tapping his fingers on the tabletop.

“Maybe,” I told Damien, non-committal. “I need to think about it.”

“Well, the earliest it would be is a week from now. I get that you might need some recovery time after that asshole stabbing you.”

I ran my hand over the bandage beneath my hoodie. “It’s just a scratch. I meant because of schoolwork.”

“You know, the thing you, of all people, should be focusing on,” Sebastian told him.

Damien grinned. “Aww, little brother, you still sore about the two of us kissing?”

Sebastian glared at him.

“Come on, it was just a show. I admitted that. You just pissed me off, that’s all. Besides, Cal already punished me for it.”

“You enjoyed that punishment, no doubt.”

“Of course, I did. You know me. But the real punishment was the tease of it.”

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