“Nobody touches you. They all know it. I’m not big on repeating myself,” Sebastian ground out. “He broke the rules. He has to pay.”
“You don’t own me,” I yelled. The music had shut off, and it looked like the whole room was waiting to see what would happen next. “And you definitely can’t ignore me one minute only to be a possessive caveman the next.”
I turned on my heel and sprinted to the staircase. Heavy footsteps followed, and I raced up the steps, hoping that for once my short legs wouldn’t fail me. Tears were brimming in my eyes, and one wrong blink would send them tumbling down my face. The last person I wanted to witness my humiliation was Sebastian.
That hope was dashed when I opened the door to his room and he pushed in behind me.
I whipped around, ready to shove him back out. But anyone who’d ever tried pushing a six-foot-three giant out the door would know it was impossible. He had about a foot on me and weighed twice as much as I did.
“If you wake up the kids, I’m going to chop off your balls and throw them over the balcony,” I hissed, glancing over my shoulder to make sure the kids were still sleeping.
Sebastian looked at the bed, then took my arm and pulled me back out, shutting the door behind him.
“Talon, keep an eye on the kids,” he called out over the railing.
“You got it,” Talon called back.
Good thing I left the baby monitor downstairs. Not such a good thing was Sebastian dragging me past the long row of rooms. He stopped halfway down the hall at a wooden door that had seen better days.
There was no lock, and he banged the door open and pulled me inside behind him. He turned us so he was between me and the door and shut it.
The room went pitch black once the light from the hallway was gone, and I let out an undignified squeak. “If you have to cut anything off, take my small toe. I figured I don’t really need it and it’s easier to hide a missing toe than, say, a finger.”
The light turned on, and I blinked the black spots in my vision away.
“I’m not cutting anything off. What is it with your fear of losing body parts? I told you we don’t do that. Especially not to women.”
“You dragged me into a dark room and closed the door. What else was I going to think?”
He seemed taken aback for a moment before roaring with laughter.
I watched the beautiful display and sighed. He was a work of art. And when he laughed and all the tight lines on his face softened, there was nobody who came even close to him.
“You really have no idea, do you?” he asked, taking a step forward, all rage drained out of him.
I took a step back and bumped into a shelf, knocking a bucket off. Guess we were in the cleaning closet. But better to do this here than in his room and risk waking up the kids.
“Idea about what?”
The shock of not only fighting with him but getting pushed into a dark room sobered me up a lot, but I still couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.
Turned out I didn’t have to, because while I was busy thinking of what was going on, he’d breached the distance between us.
Stunned, I looked up as his mouth took mine in a claiming kiss. He pulled me close, holding me against him. His hands roamed to my ass, and he lifted me. My legs went around his waist and my arms around his shoulders.
His kiss felt like a branding. Like he couldn’t go another moment without his lips on mine. Like he was breathing me in and fusing us together at the same time.
Our tongues clashed, and I whimpered. The sound must have snapped him out of whatever temporary insanity had overtaken him because he released me, making me stumble back onto the ground.
And I’d had enough. This was getting ridiculous. He kissed me; he pushed me away. He kissed me; he pushed me away. Rinse and repeat. My head was spinning—and not from the alcohol—and I was angry.
“Why do you keep kissing me?” I yelled, all the frustration that had been building over the last few days bubbling over.
“Because I can’t fucking stay away from you no matter how hard I try,” he roared, running a hand through his hair.
“Then stop trying,” I yelled again, my breath coming out in heavy pants.
He was on me again in the next instant, his arms caging me against the shelf, his lips claiming me in the kiss to end all kisses.
I found myself wrapped around him, meeting his kisses with my own. We broke apart when he pulled my top over my head. Sebastian stilled, his eyes drinking me in. He looked like a man starved. I watched him swallow visibly, then lick his lips. My breathing became shallow, and I squirmed under his perusal.
He didn’t waste any more time and was on me in the next instant, his lips blazing a path down my neck, over my collarbone, stopping when they reached my breasts. He undid my bra, and it fluttered to the ground, forgotten.
His kisses made me act like a brazen hussy, thrusting my boobs in his face and panting like I was running a marathon.
I was overwhelmed with all I was feeling. His kisses lit up my body, the caress of his hands ensuring I was turning into an incoherent mess.
“Please,” I begged, wanting him so much in that moment that everything else faded in comparison.
He pushed my pants and panties down in one move, his mouth following his hands. He whispered more kisses on the insides of my legs and I shivered.
I plunged my hands in his hair and tugged, burning up with need for him.
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