Page 92 of Heart Break Her

It isn’t until my eyes move to the path directly in front of me that I spot Sebastian working his way through the crowd. The moment he’s within reach, he catches me in his arms.

“Dax is dealing with him,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Who?”

Then I realize his eyes are on the dance floor, and he must have turned in time to see what happened.

“It’s fine,” I tell him. “You can’t fire your whole crew because of me.”

“It’s not fine.” Sebastian wraps his hand through the back of my hair, and it forces me to look up at him. Those beautiful, honey-brown eyes are filled with the kind of rage that speaks volumes. “If a man can’t respect a woman, then he sure as fuck isn’t going to work for the band. Even if I have to fire my whole fucking crew.”

His jaw tightens, and his whole body is stiff.

“I used to be able to trust them,” he says. “Back when…”

But he doesn’t finish his thought because we both know where that sentence ends. It’s where all roads lead in both of our heads.

I want to pull away, to run. I want to go home and never look back. I want to turn the hands on the clock to a time when Myth warned me to stay out of his world, and I want to listen to him. I want to have never fallen for a man like Sebastian.

But in Sebastian’s arms, I know one cold truth. It’s already too late. Because no matter what I see or feel, or what people say, all I want is him.

I want his arms around my waist, I want his fingers tangled at the base of my skull, I want that look in his eyes when his dark blond hair is falling over them as he fucks me.

I’m lost, and there’s no way out.

“Cassie.” My name is desperate on his lips, and I know he feels it like I do, whether he’s willing to admit it to himself or not. So I press up on my toes and crush my mouth against his, showing him the only comfort he and I will allow ourselves.

The grip of his fingers tightens through my hair, and his other hand finds my waist, pulling me against his body. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and dig my fingernails into his thick, blond hair. Clawing, reaching, wanting, begging.

Take me away with this kiss.

Bleed me dry.

Empty me out.

Sebastian’s tongue slips into my mouth and I’m not sure how we don’t actually melt into one person. If he could peek inside my head, he’d realize that, in me, he’s planted himself somewhere permanent.

And that’s the problem. Because my heart might belong to Sebastian Kane, but so do a million others.

27

Sebastian

Cassieisonedge,and she’s not alone. After the show and the club last night, I had a feeling it was starting to get to her. The scene, the people. And it didn’t help that another motherfucker on my crew made a pass at her.

I remember when I used to trust the people who went on the road with us. People like Myth who knew when it was okay to make a pass and when they needed to stay the fuck away. Whoever all these new guys are, they weren’t taught to not touch a woman without permission. Not to mention, to not touch a woman who’smine.

Gage is lucky I let security take care of it because I wanted to peel off his flesh.

And if him kissing Cassie wasn’t enough to fuck with my head, when we got back to the hotel, Cassie dropped the bomb that her work is ready for her to come back, shattering any bit of hope I had left.

She might have told them she needs another week or two to sort it out, but I know what it means. The countdown has begun.

My time with her is officially limited.

Five days off couldn’t come at a better time because I’m pretty sure one more night like last night would send Cassie running early.

Whenever the band is passing through Denver, we take a small break. We gather some sanity, clear our heads. And I’ve never needed it more, for myself and for Cassie.

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