Page 84 of Wreck Me

I chuckled.

Sebastian: Maybe? That’s harsh, baby.

Skylar: *Winky face emoji*

She really was something. I fucking well loved it.

Sebastian: Who were you talking about anyway? Who the hell would leave you like that?

Skylar: Guys get swept up in the wild fucking and how I bring it, but they don’t want the forthright and powerful personality beyond that. Apparently, it’s “grating” and “emasculating”.

Jesus Christ.

Well, that hadn’t come through in our research on her.

But it explained a lot about her loner disposition and also gave clarity when it came to some of her reactions, and interactions she and I had shared.

Sebastian: Then you were fucking mere boys. Insecure little shits actually, by the sounds of it.

Skylar: You’ve said I’m annoying and aggravating too.

Sebastian: Only when you were holding back on giving me the real you. The opposite of what those sorry fucks were against in you.

Skylar: Good point.

Sebastian: I haven’t been with anyone for over a year. Not just because of my sobriety and all that, but because they all use me for my celebrity. Even happened a few days back when I drew the attention away from you at Luxe. One of the girls used a selfie she took with me and edited it to look like a whole lot more. It’s all over social media as we speak.

“I’m sorry.”

I spun, adrenaline shooting through me at the sound of her voice so close.

And there she was now leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, eyeing me.

Standing there in nothing but my black tee that only reached halfway down her thighs. Her blue and silver hair was all wild with that just-fucked look and her gorgeous emerald eyes were a little glassy from sleep. Fuck me, how could she look so sexy and cute at the same time?

I swallowed down the raging possessiveness that threatened to take me over when the marks on her skin added a whole other level, urging me to burst across the small distance between us, shove her up against the wall, and fill her cunt with my cum again.

“You knew I was down here?”

“Not at first, but then I heard you pacing.”

I looked to see that I was no longer anywhere near the breakfast bar. “Uh, yeah, I tend to do that when I’m texting sometimes, if I’m caught up in it.”

“Kind of loud, considering you’re barefoot,” she said, with a wry smile.

I chuckled. “Yeah. I can be heavy-footed when I’m not thinking about it much.”

Her smile fell as she told me, “I am sorry, you know? That you’ve had to go through all that with your previous sexual partners.”

Sexual partners? Adorable.

“It is what it is.” And thinking about it risked putting me in a sour mood, the last thing I wanted now I was actually here alone with her and we had some time together. And the major breakthrough that last night had been.

“Well, at least I don’t need to worry about that with you. Your social media has been inactive for a while.”

“You stalked me on social media too?” she asked, looking amused, rather than offended or the least bit worried. Her softness with that hard, fearsome edge really was an enchanting combination.

“Yeah, it looks like the last time you posted was a few weeks before you left that design school. Even then, you didn’t participate much and barely interacted with anybody else outside of a couple of your classmates, just posting sketches of your video game characters, some color palettes, and anything intriguing or noteworthy you found for inspiration in your surroundings.”

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