Page 9 of Wreck Me

I stilled. “Or what?”

“This favorable treatment you’ve experienced from us will prove to be a distant memory.”

“That’s fine by me. I’m just here to learn and study, nothing more.”

“You don’t want any trouble.”

“Exactly.”

Sebastian stepped forward. “I’m afraid it’s too late for that.”

“And why is that?” I challenged.

He reached out and fingered a curl. “Because you’ve already caught our attention, beautiful.”

I batted his hand away. “From a parking spot dispute with your brother?”

“I told you that I don’t care about that.”

“Then what? Why all this interaction? Special treatment?”

He stepped into me, all that height looming over me, all that hard muscle pressing against my softness.

It had my breath hitching in an involuntary response.

That, combined with my commitment to not allow anything to ignite that former version of me that had caused me so much trouble before, had me literally freezing in place, caught in inaction.

He interpreted it a whole other way.

Favorably.

And then he was leaning in, his hot breath sending a rush of heat through me and sparking my nerve-endings to life—and other things—as it fanned over the side of my neck.

A rough whisper sounded at my ear, his silvery voice, his overwhelming presence, an invigorating woodsy scent coming off him, infusing every part of me, as he said, “Because I know who you really are, Onyx.”

Shit.

My blood ran cold at the invocation of that name.

How the hell? How was this even possible? I’d covered my tracks.

He eased back, eyeing me intensely.

Expectantly.

He wanted my confirmation.

Actually, considering this whole interaction, he wanted a lot more than that.

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t go there.

I swallowed hard past the lump that had formed in my throat.

But no words formed.

No response did.

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