Break Me (17 page)

I glared at him. “Try it, asshole. Touch me again and I’ll cut your balls off.”

He chuckled. “You can’t do anything if your hands are tied behind your back or…” He licked up the side of my neck. “…above your head.”

Cringing, I pushed him.

He grabbed my arms and spun me around, pushing me up against the wall. Hot breath scorched my skin as he pulled my wrists behind my back. “You would look fucking hot tied to my bed.”

My heart thudded against my chest, and cold sweat ran down my spine. “Jose, stop. Please.”

Squeezing my jaw in his hand, he dug his fingers into my cheeks. “I have a message for you and one for you to give to Sebastian.”

“What?” I bit out.

“You better fucking stay away from each other.”

My eyes widened. He couldn’t control what Sebastian and I did. “Or else what?”

Holding my wrists in one hand, he leaned an arm against my neck, pushing my face into the wall. I cried out at the pressure. “You don’t want to fucking know what would happen if I found out that you were seeing each other.”

“You can’t stop us from…”

“Try me,
cochina
.” I jumped as he slammed a hand by my head against the wall before leaving the office.

Turning around, I sank to the floor, letting out a breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding. A moment later, I felt hands wrap around me. I jumped when I realized it was Brett. “Don’t fucking touch me.” I scrambled to get out of his reach.

“Hey, hey. Calm down.”

“No.” I pushed him and he fell on his ass. “No, you called me to come over here when Jose was here. You fucking set me up.”

“Tori, no, I didn’t.”

“Yes you did!” I screamed. My chest rose and fell with my rapid breathing. Questions and confusion coursed through me. Who the hell did Jose think he was in thinking he could control whether Sebastian and I saw each other? There was no way Sebastian would let that happen. No one controlled him, not even me.

“No, I fucking didn’t. Yes, I called you to come over when Jose was here, but I didn’t set you up, not intentionally anyway. There are things going on that I can’t explain. You need to have patience.” Brett rose to his feet and rubbed a hand down his face.

“Whatever, asshole.”

“Tori, if anyone should be mad, it should be fucking me. Do you remember the shit you said to me the last time I saw you?”

I looked away guiltily.

“Tori, listen to me,” he pleaded, grabbing my hand.

I huffed. “What?”

“Something big is going to go down. I don’t know when. It could be days from now, weeks, even months, but I need you to fucking trust me.”

I frowned. Everyone kept asking me to trust them when in turn they didn’t trust me enough to tell me what the hell was going on. “That’s what Sebastian keeps telling me.”

He paused, his gaze searching my face. Several emotions spread over his handsome features, but the one that stuck out the most was guilt. What the hell was going on?

My heart sped up. “What?”

He took a deep breath.

“Are you going to tell me to stay away from Sebastian too?”

Brett frowned. “No.”

“Really? Why not?”

“Because I know you won’t fucking listen to me.”

I smiled tightly. “You got that right.”

“Tori.” He sighed, running his hands over his head.

“What?”

“You have to be prepared.”

Uncertainty swirled in my belly. “Prepared for what?”

Brett sighed deeply. “You have to be prepared for the fact that you might not hear from Sebastian again.”

My eyes widened. “What? Why?”

“I’m just warning you” was all he said. He walked back to his desk, his demeanor slouched as if he had given up on getting me to understand what was going on.

“Why would you warn me? What did he say to you?” I followed him and tugged on his arm, trying to get him to look at me.

“I don’t talk to him.” Shoving out of my grip, he sat in the chair behind his large desk.

“Yeah, right. What the hell is going on, Brett?”

He didn’t reply.

“Brett, talk to me. Please,” I begged.

“Sebastian is leaving.”

My stomach churned at his words. He was leaving me. A hard lump formed in my throat, and I blinked back the unexpected tears that filled my eyes. “Leaving? Leaving the city?”

He nodded.

“Why?”

Brett’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t respond.

“Tell me, please,” I begged him, but he wouldn’t budge. Not one word came out of his mouth as he turned to his computer. Tears welled in my eyes, and I headed for the door.

“He’s going to leave because he loves you.”

***

I left Brett’s office and headed to the coffee shop. I needed to let Keisha know that everything was all right…well all right at the moment. My heart felt heavy. Had Sebastian left already? Did he leave without saying good-bye?

He’s going to leave because he loves you
.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. My heart broke that he was leaving the city…leaving me.

We hadn’t been lovers for long, but I felt like my soul was shattering, like I was losing a piece of me. I needed to find Sebastian, and I needed to convince him to stay. I also needed to find out what the hell was going on.

Somehow I ended up in front of the coffee shop. Not remembering how I got there, I pushed the door open.

Keisha was behind the coffee counter serving a customer before turning to me. Her eyes widened, and she ran towards me. “Tori?”

I looked at her, but my brain wasn’t focusing on her words.

She led me to the back and brought me to a room that had STAFF ONLY written on the door. Sitting me down on a stool, she turned to me. “Did you talk to Brett?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I did.” My voice was weak, and I almost didn’t recognize it.

“Tori?”

I looked at her, tears welling in my eyes again.

“Oh, Tori.” Her eyes filled with sympathy as she pulled me in for an embrace.

Placing my arms around her, I returned the hug. I heard some cries, but I didn’t know who they were coming from, and then a moment later, I realized they were coming from me.

Chapter 19

“Shhh…tell me what happened,” Keisha said, rubbing a hand gently up and down my arm.

I sniffed and wiped my cheeks. “God, I feel like such a fool.”

“You’re not a fool.” Keisha held my hand and squeezed it tight. “Now, tell me what’s going on.”

“Sebastian is leaving.” Fresh tears welled in my eyes, but I forced them back.

“What do you mean, he’s leaving?”

I took a deep breath. “Brett said that he’s leaving because…because…he loves me.” My voice cracked, and I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

Keisha’s eyes went wide. “He loves you?”

“Apparently. I don’t know how the hell Brett would know this or why Sebastian couldn’t tell me himself.” Anger and frustration rose in me that I had to find out how Sebastian felt from someone else.

“Maybe he’s scared.”

“
He’s
scared?” My voice rose, and I pushed off the stool.

Keisha flinched.

I started pacing back and forth. “I’m sorry. He’s not the only one that’s scared, though. He randomly forces himself into my life, sleeps with me, makes me fall in love with him, brings this evil sadistic fuck into my world, and then decides to leave?”

“Tori.”

I ignored her and continued. “We hardly talk, and I barely know him, but I fell in love with the fucker anyway. At first it was just physical, just sex. The best sex I’ve ever had in my fucking life. Then the last time he came over, it felt different.” I turned to her. “It was like I was able to crack a wall. I saw the affection he felt for me in his eyes. I know he cares for me. Maybe even loves me like Brett said. I never expected to fall in love with him, Keisha, but I fell hard and fast.”

Keisha walked up to me. “You can’t control love.”

My voice broke, and a sob escaped my lips. “He can’t leave me. If he leaves, Jose gets his way.”

She frowned. “What do you mean, Jose gets his way?”

“Jose told me that Sebastian and I have to stay away from each other. He’s ruining business, or I’m a distraction or something. I don’t know.”

“Tori,” she whispered.

“Sebastian can’t leave…I…I…I need him. I…love him. But I can’t even get a hold of him. What if it’s too late and he’s left already?”

“He couldn’t have left that quickly.”

I looked at her and sighed. “Brett also told me that something big is going down.”

“Yeah, he told me that too. I really don’t know what that means. I feel like he’s been watching too many movies.” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

I laughed lightly. “Yeah, that definitely sounds like a line from a movie.”

She smiled.

My phone rang, and I practically dove for it, hands shaking. “Hello?”

“Hello, little one.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Sebastian. Where are you?” I demanded.

“I’m on my way to your place.” His voice sounded gruff.

“Okay, I’m headed home now. We need to talk, Sebastian.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know.”

The line disconnected, and I stared at my phone for a moment. “This is it. He’s leaving me. I can feel it.” Fresh tears filled my eyes.

Keisha placed an arm around my shoulders. “You don’t know that. Maybe Jose’s bluffing.”

I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I hope so.”

***

The walk to my place seemed to take forever. People milled about and went on with their daily lives, not even knowing that there was a crazed psychopath on the loose.

God, for Jose to pull out a gun like that in the middle of a public place, who knew what else he would do to get what he wanted. I shivered at the thought of him hurting me or worse.

Once reaching my apartment, I unlocked it and headed inside. Throwing my keys on the table and kicking off my shoes, I walked to my bedroom. A moment later, I heard the apartment door shutting.

“I’ll be out in a second. There’s beer in the fridge…” My voice trailed off as the hair on the back of my neck tingled. I looked up and saw Sebastian slowly walking into my room, his gaze instantly finding mine. It had only been a couple of hours since I’d seen him, but it felt like a lifetime nonetheless.

The air around him crackled and fizzled with tension as he sauntered toward me. My heart sped up in anticipation.

As he approached me, he looked at me through hooded eyes, hunger and desire flowing through them.

I could see light bruising on his face, and his lip was a little swollen, but finding out what happened to cause that could wait. He needed me and I needed him.

"Sebastian." I breathed the name.

He stopped. Inner turmoil danced in his eyes as his gaze bored into mine. "I need you so fucking bad right now…baby…I…”

I closed the space between us, placed my hands on his cheeks, and brought his face down to mine. He tensed under me as I covered his mouth. Licking his full bottom lip, I slowly drove my tongue into his, sucking and pulling as I went. I wanted to bury myself under his skin. Stay in his arms forever. I wanted him fast and hard, leaving us both sweaty and spent from passion.

A deep groan came from the back of his throat as he relaxed under me, returning my kiss. He ran his hands down my back and cupped my ass, pulling me against him.

I moaned when his erection pressed into my lower stomach. I needed to touch him. To feel his hands all over me. Inside me and out.

His hand ran up my back and to my neck, fingers curling in the hair at my nape. Whatever turmoil he felt before quickly disappeared as his tongue moved roughly against mine, devouring my mouth.

Grabbing my ass, he lifted me and pushed me hard onto my dresser, sending items flying and falling everywhere.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, tightening my legs around his hips, digging my heels in his ass.

He ground into me and released my mouth, kissing along my jawline. Moving his hips in circles, he rubbed against me, torturing us both. My pussy throbbed and ached for him as he continued pushing his hips into me.

I panted and fisted his shirt at his back, lifting it over his head. He took a step back to remove it completely and threw it behind him.

I licked my lips at the sight of him.

His piercings sparkled in the sunlight, and his muscles twitched as if he was holding back.

“Give me what you need, baby,” I whispered and sat up and grabbed the hem of my shirt.

His eyes followed my movements and licked his lips. “How bad do you want me?” His shoulders relaxed at my words, and I knew this was going to be intense.

I lifted the shirt over my head and threw it at him. “I need you hard and fast.”

“Do you, now?” He smirked. Catching the fabric, he brought it up to his nose and inhaled.

My heart skipped a beat as a low growl came from his throat. “Oh, yeah.”

Throwing the shirt behind him, he was on me before I knew what was happening. His one hand wrapped around my neck, holding me in place as his tongue penetrated my mouth.

I moaned against his lips as he deepened the kiss. Forcing me back against the mirror, he reached between us and undid the clasp on my bra, practically ripping it off me. His rough hands kneaded and massaged my full breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples.

I cried out. “More.”

He squeezed my nipples harder, sending liquid seeping into my panties. I gasped as the pain and pleasure mixed as one deep inside my core.

Releasing my mouth, he leaned down and took a budding peak between his lips and grazed his teeth over my nipple.

“Oh God.” Shivers ran down my spine, and I curled my fingers at his nape. “Sebastian.” Tugging on his hair, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed off the dresser, forcing him to catch me before we both fell.

He growled and pushed me back onto it roughly, grinding his hips into mine. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he crashed his mouth to mine, sending tingles through my lips at the rough impact. God, I loved kissing him. He poured his heart and soul into the actions of his body. Instead of speaking with words, he spoke through his touch.

Releasing my mouth from his, I pushed him, holding him back with my foot.