"No." Nico shakes his head, pinning me with those sharp, hawk-like eyes of his. "You only scraped the surface level of an excuse you're feeding yourself."
"Damn. A direct hit, huh?"
"You know me."
I take a second to chew on what he said. Is this really an excuse I keep giving myself? But it's true. Going after my ex-husband's little brother feels… wrong.
Yet Nico's question forces me to face the harder truth. What am I really afraid of? Part of it is being hurt or betrayed again. Another part is that I'm jaded now, darker. A man people would say isn't right in the head because of the things I want. I can't picture sweet little Sebastian being into what I'm into.
Marking. Claiming. Possessing. And more.
Mostly, though? I'll admit it… I just don't want to lose Sebastian now that I have him back in my life.
He used to be family first.
Then he became the one thing holding me together after the betrayal.
Then he disappeared, and I missed him.
And now, he'd crashed back into my life like lightning out of a clear sky. But he's different. Or maybe I'm the one who changed. Because now, all I can see is a man I want to possess and claim.
Sebastian Ainsworth…
I have no idea what to do with you.
You crash-landed into my life, and now all I want is to make you mine. Even if it's wrong. Even if I corrupt you. Even if you're a good little boy, and all I am is messed up beyond repair.
Chapter sixteen
Sebastian
Three days without my Daddy were torture like no other. Sunday, I didn't go to work. On Monday I did get to torture and kill two people, but it didn't satisfy the hunger within me. Tuesday I spent the day at home.
For some reason, I'm still pissed off.
I'm not used to being angry at my Daddy. It's the first time it's ever happened. I spoke with Mr. BoBunny about it. We came to the conclusion that it's because I had Daddy's dick in my mouth.
Now that I've tasted him, I can't go back to him seeing me as the little baby brother of his ex. I'd rather be tortured than let that happen.
Sighing, I look into the mirror, twirling and making sure I look delicious. I'm wearing tight black shorts and a black crop top. I even did my makeup – a little blush, eyeliner, and glossy light-green lipstick.
I'm not sure what my plan is for tonight, but I'm certain my looks will help.
The drive to the club doesn't take long. Conrad looks pissed because I'm late. To be fair, this look doesn't just snap into place. Ethan only shakes his head at me, but he's smart enough not to say anything.
I busy myself behind the bar, taking orders, making drinks. My actions are automatic, and I'm glad for that because my mind is somewhere else.
Even though I was pissed off at Daddy, of course, I wouldn't leave him unprotected and unsupervised. I asked Fluffy to keep an eye on him while I was away. He's the only one I trust with my Daddy. No one else.
Apparently, Daddy met with his best friend, Nico. Nico, being a police officer, might turn into a slight problem, but I can always take him down if push comes to shove. Though Daddy wouldn't be happy about it, so I'll need to tread carefully.
After that, he went to a shop, but Fluffy wouldn't tell me what kind. When I pressed, he admitted it was just a boring market.
Thinking about my Daddy makes me miss him even more. I look around pouting because I haven't seen him all night. The bar is busy, and I can't sneak out to search for him. What's Daddy doing?
"Can I get whiskey and a glass of water?" a gruff voice says to my right.
I plaster on my usual fake, sexy smile and say, "Yes, Daddy."
