Page 67 of Wreck Me

“The infuriating part is because we haven’t settled up yet.”

“Settled up what?”

“What happened between you and my brother last night, of course,” he answered in a creepily nonchalant tone.

“Please, you already heard from him that it was just a ruse. And it was merely a kiss.”

“An awkward as fuck kiss, yeah. But it still happened, nonetheless.”

“Sebastian—”

He curled his hand around my nape and drew me right up close, so close that I could feel his hot breath fanning over my cheek, so we were breathing in the same air.

To the outside world, it probably looked like a tender embrace from a lover, but in reality his eyes were dancing dangerously with those hellfire flecks, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to make me feel the burn. “Did you really think I would simply allow that to go unpunished? After you’d come by my hand, after I’d claimed that tight little cunt with my fingers, after you were wearing my marks on you? To then go to another man and allow him to touch you—my older brother to make it all the worse? And to make me watch, to stoke jealousy in me?” He stroked the finger of his free hand over my lips. “What did you think would happen, hmm?”

“I’m not yours to claim. I’m not your possession.”

“Oh, but you are. The moment you opened to me that became the case.”

“I didn’t agree to that.”

“You will.”

This bastard. “I had my hand on Caleb’s dick earlier.”

Thinking that would have him toning it down and getting a major wakeup call that I didn’t belong to anyone backfired majorly when he smiled and said, “Good, you’re consuming him too.”

“Why is that good? With Damien, you—”

“Caleb is different.” He stroked my jaw softly. “Aww, did you think that would anger me, or turn me off? Sorry, beautiful, it’s the direct opposite. You see, me, Caleb, and Caspian have a very special dynamic. One you’ll come to understand soon enough.” He released me abruptly, then pushed out of his chair. “Enjoy the rest of your day. We’ll settle up soon.”

With that, he snatched up his bag and took off, leaving me staring after him with only one thought.

What. The. Fuck?

10

~Sebastian~

I listened from the door of the den as Caleb was doing that weird-ass meditating slash therapy shit of his with Skylar.

It was their third time now.

The other two times he’d found strategic ways to make sure I wasn’t around and that I was out of the house. I knew Cas had been in on it too, because one of those ways had been Cas suddenly inviting me over for a long overdue catchup that had included us resuming the chess game we’d had going for months now, then shooting pool. And the most obvious giveaway of all was the fact that while I’d been over at King Manor, Caspian hadn’t brought up Skylar at all and, especially not my interactions with her. It had been enough for me to realize that he’d been playing a game with me. Just trying to keep me there.

They were worried about my reactions to her.

It hadn’t exactly helped when word had gotten back to Caleb—from Damien, no doubt, as retaliation for my don’t fucking test me line in that café—about my interaction with Skylar that day. Apparently, Damien had been watching from the shadows long after I’d thought he’d walked out, so he’d seen me get up close and intense. I’d been so caught up in her that I hadn’t noticed like I normally would have. I was very aware of my surroundings at all times, I’d had to be with being forced into the spotlight at such an early age.

But Skylar fucking Bennett had some inexplicable way of making all of that fall away, of smashing that mask I usually wore so well to pieces. I’d let her see beneath that carefully crafted image several times now. And although she was still lying to herself and claiming she didn’t like it, that she hated me, she’d fallen apart for me twice now when she’d been in its company. She’d fucking well wanted me—the raw and real me.

But there was a fine line between wanting and needing somebody, and that woman hated thinking she needed anyone and anything beyond herself.

But cracks were appearing.

For one, we’d had an actual amicable conversation—until Damien had shown up and sparked that possessiveness she’d awakened in me the other night.

And now she was also letting Caleb in, as she’d dropped her guard—somewhat—and agreed to allow him to teach her about these blocks he put in place to control his own inner beast.

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