He says nothing.
I stop with the shoulders and instead push him onto the desk. He resists but eventually leans forward, his hands clutching the desk nervously. I run a hand over his ass, knowing that he likes it, knowing what to do to him to make him mine again but he won’t stop resisting my touch. “I haven’t touched anyone since I met you,” I say. “I’ve never done that before for anyone.”
Still nothing.
I want to scream at him to say a word to me, fight with me, scream at me but he won’t. He just stands there, letting me touch him. I unbuckle my belt and unzip. He’s turning me on just by being there; I don’t understand why my body reacts the way it does when I see him. “You know,” I say. “I don’t give a fuck about your consent. You know that, right? You belong to me. I could do whatever I wanted and no one would stop me. No one. Definitely not you.”
Not a single word from him.
“You’re a stubborn piece of shit,” I say. “I don’t know why I loved you in the first place! You’re nothing but trouble!”
This time he tries to get away and I don’t let him. “Liam!”
I can hear him crying.
“I could tear you up right now,” I say, pushing him back down more forcefully this time. “I could fuck you up so bad no one would be able to get you again! No one! You’d be left begging for my mercy in some cold, dark room in my basement!”
I push my cock against him and he flips out. “I can give you so much pain, you have no idea. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into you stupid piece of shit! You’re nothing but a good fuck! No one will love you! Not even me. And certainly not that jackass whose love you want so badly.”
“Liam, stop!”
A huge part of me wants to destroy him, this weak little shit-for-brain pathetic little creature and I almost do it—
“Liam! Please!”
I zip up my pants, buckle them up and pull Sebastian up so he’s facing me now. “You’re pathetic,” I say. “I don’t know why I ever loved something so weak. You’ll never be happy; Sebastian because you’re too weak to do what it takes to find that happiness. You’re not capable of loving someone. You’re not even capable of protecting yourself. You’re a weak little puppy dog lost without a master. You need me. Sooner or later you’re going to realize that the world doesn’t give a shit about people like you. Its survival of the fittest not survival of the weakest! You know that, right? And here I am, trying to be that guy, trying to protect you but you don’t even know how to be a god little dog. You’re foolish enough to love someone you can never have well guess what, Sebastian, I’m not! I love you. And there’s nothing in this world that I’ll let come in the way of you and me. You can non sooner get out of this relationship than you can get out of that contract you signed. So, here’s a thought: Forget the past and accept what I’m offering you here.”
“That’s never going to happen!” he yells.
I grin. “It will.”
I go back to sit behind my desk. “That will be all, Sebastian.”
The Key
TEAGUE
Ashley has been calling me with almost the same frequency as I’ve been calling Mia. And Mia’s been ignoring me with the same coldness that I’ve been using to ward of Ashley. I’m sure Ashley means well but the constant fear of doing something I might regret will not let go of me. It was a mistake to hang out with her in the car, it was a mistake to try those drugs after leaving them for so long because now the cravings have come back and it’s hard not doing anything especially when things are going to shit. I’m still fucked up and angry and tired as hell because I haven’t even had any sleep. Mia’s out of the hospital, Jamie called and told me that, but she’s still mad at me and won’t even let Jamie take a message. So I got nothing to do but wait and waiting is not exactly my strong suit.
Someone rings the buzzer and when I go to check the door there’s no one.
Upon further inspection there’s a white envelope on the floor mat and I pick it up, wondering who’s going around leaving letters for me.
I tear it open and there’s a note inside:
“Sebastian hasn’t been a very good friend to you, Teague.
Friends shouldn’t keep such secrets from other friends.
Here’s a key to the secret.
But where’s the door?”
I shake the envelope and something falls out.
It’s a tiny key.
Nothing special, just a regular key that probably opens some door.