A sarcastic remark diedon my lipswhen I looked into his eyes. A predatory hunger glowed in them that made my lower body tighten. He stepped towards me, and I felt mythighsclench together. His eyes held a promise. He would make every thought in my mind disappear with his touch.
I swallowed down the arousal and forced words out, “Whatever you have to offer, I can give it to myself better.”
Sebastian’s eyes grew condescending. “Aww, you can’t admit you want me. That’s okay. By the end of the night you’ll be screaming my name at the top of your lungs.”
“Fuck you,” I growled.
He laughed, derision piercing through. “Is that an invitation?”
I stepped forward, only a foot away from him. “I just know you can’t make me come, so I don’t want to waste my time.”
What the fuck was I doing? Why was I still engaging him instead of leaving him here? Even if he’d helped me earlier, I was still pissed. But if I walked into my bedroom alone, I’d just be denying myself. And I’d never been good at not taking the things I wanted.
Sebastian reached forward, and hisfingers tightened on my jaw. He yanked my face up, forcing me to lookat him.
I bit back a moan. The intensity of his eyes was setting my body on fire. Even though my entire body was completely covered, it was like he was ripping my clothes open with his eyes. The veins in his arms were visible, as if he was holding back the urge to throw me on the couch, and make me scream. And damn it if the idea of that wasn't soaking my panties.
“Then try to prove me wrong. But I don’t even need to fuck you to make you come,” he said.
“No guy has ever made me come, I seriously doubt you’ll be the first one.” I glared back at him.
His smile turned wolfish. He looked at me like I was a lamb flailing in a trap.
“Want to bet?”
“Sure. You won’t win, so I have nothing to lose,” I said.
His grip released on my jaw.“If you win, I’ll give you something you want.”
“And if you win?” I’d learned not to make deals without knowing the consequences.
“Making you comeismy reward,” he said.
I bit down on my lip, holding back a moan.
“Now tell me what you want if you win,” he said.
What did I want? Freedom from my father. This damn death bracelet to come off. To turn back time and prevent what had occurred a year ago. All things he couldn’t give to me.
This would be a good opportunity to test him though. To see if what he said about separating sex and business would actually be true.
“I want you to guarantee you’ll pay me an appropriate amount for my information,” I said.
“What did I say about work talk?” he growled.
Sebastian glared at me until I nodded my understanding.
“What would you pick if you were me?” I asked, genuinely curious. What would the man who had everything pick?
“For one day, you’d have to do everything I’d told you.”
His eyes held a promise of humiliation and pleasure. My entire body clenched. Decision made.
“Sounds terrible.” Isaid, tryingto force my voice to sound dismissive. Becauseeven though I’d decided to let him touch me, I couldn’t resist fighting against him at every turn.
“Liar. You’re already quivering at the thought of it. Too bad for you, that's not my reward.” He smirked. “Now pick something fun if you win.”
Something fun?I glanced down at the gloves he’d given me earlier. He obviously had no issue buying things for me at that price point. To him, it was probably the equivalent of buying a latte. It used to be for me.
