Page 3 of Forever His Favorite
He said nothing, his silence heavier than words. Inside his head, a dangerous thought flickered.
‘If I give you a wedding at that Palace in Italy, if I give you that Dior dress… will you be happy?’
Emily, unaware of his thoughts, felt her anxiety spiral under his penetrating stare. She quickly blurted out, “I deleted his number just now. I promise, I won’t contact him again.”
Sebastian’s eyes sharpened further. He stepped forward, closing the space between them, and lifted her chin firmly between his fingers. His voice dropped, sharp as a blade.
“Why didn’t you remind him you’re already married? You don’t want to?”
Emily flinched, her lips parting in an awkward laugh. “I just… I haven’t gotten used to calling myself your wife all the time yet.”
Sebastian’s hand slid from her chin to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin. The platinum ring on his finger caught the light from the chandelier above—the same ring she had given him years ago. Possessiveness flickered across his gaze. His eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry, as memories crashed into him.
He was ten, kidnapped by goons. Somehow, he had escaped, running through the streets, when Emily had stumbled across him. She had pulled out the ring from the chain around her neck and pressed it into his hand.
“This will help you get home. My mom gave this to me. She always says this ring will keep me safe. My mom never lies. You’ll be okay—I promise.”
He had clutched that ring all the way to the police station, all the way home, never once forgetting her.
And years later, when Adam introduced them, he recognized her instantly. But before he could confess, she had already chosen Lucas. The memory still made his blood boil.
Now, standing in front of her, the past and present collided. His hand slid to the back of her head, pulling her closer, his body advancing until her spine pressed against the wall. He caged her in, every inch of him overwhelming her space, his face lowering until she could feel his breath ghosting over her lips. His voice came out rough, edged with a desperation he couldn’t hide.
“Do you really not remember me?”
Emily blinked up at him, confused. “What do you mean?” she whispered.
Displeasure darkened his gaze. His grip on her cheek tightened as he lowered his head, lips brushing dangerously close to hers.
“In that case,” he murmured, his tone deadly and low, “I’ll make sure you remember me forever.”
Chapter 2 My Brother Is A Monster
Before she could react, his mouth crashed against the delicate skin of her neck. His lips and teeth pressed and nipped with a hungry insistence, leaving a deep, dark mark that bloomed like a permanent claim. Emily gasped, shivering at the sting and the heat radiating from where he bit her, the growing bruise a vivid reminder of him.
He didn’t stop there. His lips slid down to her collarbone, dragging over the heated skin, teasing and devouring, before snapping back up to the sensitive spot at her throat. His tongue flicked and licked over the bitten area, tasting the faint taste of her skin. Emily’s back arched instinctively, moans slipping past her lips as he alternated between sucking, biting, and licking.
When he finally pulled back slightly, her lips were trembling, her body still quivering with need. Without pause, he claimed her mouth in a rough, consuming kiss. His tongue pressed boldly against hers, exploring, tasting, and dominating, while his hands roamed her back, pulling her impossibly close.
Every stroke, every press of his mouth against hers, was a claim, marking her as his in a way that made her shiver and ache all at once.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her into his arms. She gasped, clinging to him as he carried her bridal style through the house and up the stairs. She expected him to take her straight to the bedroom, but instead, he carried her into the bathroom.
Setting her gently on the counter, Sebastian stepped between her parted thighs, his presence dominating the small space. His hand slid from her ankle, tracing the delicate curve of her calf before gliding up the smooth line of her leg.
The hem of her dress lifted beneath his touch, baring more of her to him with every inch. Shivers broke out across her skin, her body stiffening under the rush of anticipation. Her breath caught in her throat, heart pounding wildly, bracing for the moment he would take things further.
But he didn’t.
Instead, his hand moved to cup her cheek again. His eyes softened, his voice lowering with unexpected tenderness.
“Did I hurt you last night?” His thumb brushed tenderly across her skin, his gaze clouded with worry. “I saw the wounds on you.”
Emily froze, startled by his concern. Her eyes softened, her heart giving a small, unsteady flutter at the realization. ‘He’s… worried about me?’
“What wounds?” she murmured, her voice low with confusion.
He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips before pulling back. “Wait for me here, baby.”
