Page 73 of Blood and Thorns
Sebastian didn’t even look up. “What is it?”
“Did you read any of it?” I asked, noticing the tension along his shoulders.
He finally met my eyes. “Would you read it to me?”
“No.” There was no hesitation, and I itched to snatch it from his hand. “Give it back.” I reached out, but he held it high above my head. “Sebastian…”
“What’s it called?”
I gritted my teeth. “Bound by a Beast.”
His upper lip twitched. “Maybe it should be called Beauty and the Beast.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Trust me, it’s not a romance.”
He looked at me, his gaze intense when he finally released my notebook. I crushed it safely to my chest. No way would I want Sebastian to read it. I didn’t think I wanted anyone to ever read it.
“You look… upset,” he settled on.
I averted my eyes. “It’s nothing.”
“Does it have anything to do with Chip in my studio?”
“You were watching me?” I looked around, but I still hadn’t been able to find any cameras.
“What did he say to you?”
I took too long to answer. “Nothing important.”
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll just have to go ask him.” Sebastian took a step towards the door, and I panicked.
“What? No. Look, it’s nothing. He just… he called me your whore.”
“You’ve been called my whore before.”
“Yeah, but…” I sighed. “He was just reminding me how small I am, and how easily you can toss me aside once you’re bored.”
Sebastian’s expression darkened, his footsteps silent as he moved closer.
I swallowed under his intensity, but still I lifted my chin. “He’s harmless.”
“Hmm.” Sebastian reached up to grip my jaw, his thick rings cold and digging into my skin. “I don’t like people crushing on things that are mine. I don’t share my toys, belle.”
“You’ve made that perfectly clear.” I tried to jerk my head back, but he only held me tighter. “And he doesn’t have a crush on me.”
“Maybe I should reiterate.” Sebastian dipped his head, and I found my pulse reacting. “Invite Chip in here so he can watch you scream my name while I make you come on my cock.”
My face prickled, but my core clenched with arousal.
“Maybe I’ll just cut his throat and use his blood as lube so I can finally take that last hole of yours.”
“Stop it,” I whispered.
“You say that like you wouldn’t bend over for me willingly.” His thumb reached up to brush my bottom lip.
“You speak about taking lives like it’s nothing,” I said, trying to steel my voice. “Like it doesn’t take something from you.”
“Deathislife,” he replied smoothly. “Someone has to be at the top of the food chain. Don’t act like you’ve never done something selfish to protect yourself or your father.”
