I drop my cheek to the top of his head and stroke my fingers over his scalp.His deep, contented sigh matches the happiness in my heart.The expansion and deflation of his lungs shifts us both.I wriggle to enjoy more of the deep, pulsing ache of my new piercing.
He sneaks a lick of the top dermal piercing over my sternum before pressing his lips to my collarbone and breathing me in.
My nipples harden to stiff peaks.His swallow causes his Adam’s apple to brush over my right breast.I groan and push him away.
“Let’s clean up before we leave,” I insist.
His thick brows scrunch in mock refusal before rising in amusement as he helps me off the table.The mess smeared over the black vinyl cover fills me with embarrassment.Sebastian bends down, kisses the jewel near my temple, and urges me toward the privacy screen with a massive hand on my naked butt cheek.I hiss and wrap the sheet back around me before rushing to my clothes.
My panties prevent my thigh from catching on the piercing, but the pressure teases me with every step.Even when Sebastian leads me out onto the busy sidewalk, I can’t force my senses to focus on anything beyond the delicious ache and the man behind the escape.
His fingers dig hard enough to leave bruises on my ribs as he redirects us.The itchy sting of my burn scars rips me out of my reverie.My heart leaps into my throat when Sebastian pulls me to a stop and swings me around.
The grime of the subway fills me with dread.My trek from apartment to the tattoo parlor requires only a quick stint in the underground tunnels, but it’s always my least favorite portion.
With a gentle but insistent push toward the stairs, he growls for me to run.
I reach for his wrist, capture only his finger, and clench down with all my might.
Five thugs scrape their heels on the concrete as they shuffle closer to us, obviously ready to cause trouble.Two more linger at the mouth of the nearest transfer corridor.
“Come with me.Now,” I demand.
He scans the area.I tug.A shadow falls over us from a man at the top of the stairs.Sebastian’s low curse sends chills down my spine.
With overwhelming power and strength, he lifts me off my feet with an arm around my waist and lunges up the stairs four at a time.I cling to him while trying to prevent my legs from bopping against his knee.
He shoves the stranger out of the way and barrels toward the nearest crosswalk.
A white transit van screeches to a halt in front of us.The door slides open.My focus narrows on Michael’s shit-eating grin.
His appearance makes no sense, but there’s no denying his presence.
The men from the subway converge and shove Sebastian toward the van.He growls and pivots, trying to shield me from their hands and the pistols they aim at us through their pockets.My head swims.I wrap myself around Sebastian and vow to never let him go.
A skinny, pale face peeks out from the back of the van.His crooked teeth and pitted face curdle my stomach.
“Found you, bitch,” he gloats.
Even without confirmation, I know without a doubt this is jerkface hater dude.
Dread rises from my toes and threatens to consume me.Only Sebastian’s arms wrapped tight around me prevent me from succumbing to my panic.
In broad daylight, a nightmare worse than the demons I’ve fought for years unfolds.
As Sebastian crawls into the van with stiff, cautious movements, my soul cries out at the cruelty of fate.
I finally found where I belong, but monsters want to take him away again.
I won’t let them.Sebastian is mine.He’s in danger because of me.
I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure his safety.
Anything.
A terrifying calm flows through me.
Sebastian Sterling is mine.My fiancé.My future.My home.
