Escaping the demons of my past, I’m ready to disappear for good. But before I go, I want one
more glimpse of the man who unknowingly gave me the strength to live.
Except the pain I see hidden behind his cold eyes pulls me in so far I can’t leave.
I can’t stop watching—waiting for the obsession that binds me to him to be severed.
Until I get caught.
Sebastian Reed doesn’t know who I am.
But when he finds out I hold the answer to the question that’s been slowly destroying him, he will do anything to get at the truth.
Even making a deal.
Except I didn’t expect him to keep me in his penthouse until he gets what he’s owed.
Sebastian has the power to cut me deeper than any of the scars marring my body.
But the more time we spend together, the deeper desire burns between us, and the harder it is to remember why I have to leave.
What should have been my downfall might be the only thing that can save me.
His hair is damp, darkened with sweat from his run, and despite that, all I want to do is run my fingers through it.
Still unaware of my presence, he grabs the bottom of his shirt and lifts it, revealing the dips and lines of his hard stomach, and I gulp. He then uses the material to wipe the bottom of his face, catching any rivulets of sweat before they fall.
My focus gravitates to the deep V-like grooves disappearing beneath his black sweats and what I would find if I followed them. I’m so invested in what I see, I don’t notice Shadow heading my way until he’s right in front of me, drawing Sebastian’s line of sight.
I snap my gaze away from his bared skin as he drops the edge of his shirt, letting it fall back into place. But from the dark look he gives me, I know I’ve been caught.
My face feels like it’s on fire, and it only gets hotter when he stalks towards me. His chest brushes against mine as he stops in front of me, the movement causing the lace of my bra to graze my nipples, hardening them between us.
“If you’re going to look at me like that, Grace,” he says, grasping my chin and tilting it up towards him. “You need to be prepared for what it’s going to make me do.”
My breath stutters. He smells like sweat and something I can only describe as uniquely Sebastian.
Intoxicating.
“What would it make you do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leans down, his lips brushing mine so lightly I can’t be sure they actually made contact before he brings them to my ear.
“Something I shouldn’t want to do, but it’s getting really fucking hard to stop myself. Especially when you stand there, caressing my body with your eyes to the point I can practically feel your touch on me, your mouth, tracing every part of me,” he says, each word sending shivers through my body as his lips move against my ear in a gentle torture.
Our chests move together with each breath, the friction of the lace continuing to make my nipples tingle. Then he grabs my hip with his free hand, his fingers flexing. “Is this what you want?” he asks, using my hip to pull me closer so our bodies are completely flush with each other.
I gasp as his hard length presses into my stomach.
“Because if it’s not, then you need to stop.” He nips at my earlobe, and I shudder.
I wasn’t aware I was doing anything. I had no idea I was affecting him like this, but if this is his reaction, I’m not sure I want to stop.
Sebastian drags his mouth back to mine, his lips hovering just out of reach.
“Be ready in ten,” he says, letting go of my chin and releasing my hip before stepping past me and heading for the hallway.
Before I can even gather my thoughts or ask what we’re doing, he’s disappeared from sight.
I was just sixteen when I saw him for the first time.
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