I'm not sure exactly what happened between the club until now, but something has taken over. I'm a sick, sadistic bastard. I never claimed to be anything different. But I do not force innocence into my way of life.
You're either a game player or not. Isabella is not. For some reason, I wanted to push Isabella, break her. I liked those tears. But even I know I crossed a line tonight.
I back away and take my place, standing behind my chair on his right at the head of the table. I look over at Isabella, waiting for her to arrive by my side so I can pull out her chair. But she keeps on walking to the end of the table, reading the cards as she passes. Her place is by my side; why would she even need to look? Glancing down, expecting to see her name on the place card beside me, in bold elegant script, Rebekah's name is written on the card.
What the fuck is going on? I immediately swing my gaze to my mother, who looks at me in question as if to say, "What's wrong?"It's then I notice Sebastian is pulling out Isabella's chair, placing her in between my mother and himself, as far away from me as he can get her.
Prick!
Rebekah arrives beside me, slowly stroking her hand down my back as I pull out her chair. As she sidesteps around me, her hip grazes my cock as she casts a shy glance over her shoulder, whispering a soft "Thank you."
Taking my seat beside her, I flip my napkin open with a snap and lay it across my lap. I grab my drink and take a sip, letting the whiskey burn on my tongue before I swallow it.
What the fuck do I even care that she's tucked away with my brother? I have a hot piece of ass sitting beside me shoving her hip at my dick and I'm pissed that my little bunny hopped away to my brother's side.
I cast my eyes over in Isabella's direction again. She has her head close to Sebastian’s and they are laughing quietly in a hushed conversation. Why he has the ability to make her laugh is beyond me. The guy never talks to people, let alone puts himself out there to be the center of attention, but that’s exactly what he did by dragging her out of the room in front of everyone, yapping about some powder, which she found hilarious.
Sebastian has his hand on hers and a deep growl rumbles from my chest, drawing his attention. He quickly removes his hand from hers, snapping his head in my direction.
I'm not one for sharing my toys, and it burns my insides just like the whiskey churning in my stomach. What the hell is happening in this house tonight?
I don’t like this feeling of jealousy that is crawling up my spine. My mother is chatting away, totally engrossed in an animated conversation with her mother across the table, oblivious that her son is stepping all over my territory. Possession scalds my chest and I want to smash his face into his plate and watch theblood pour out of his broken nose. Not taking my eyes off them, I reach for my drink and take another swallow.
For the first time since I’ve been introduced to Isabella, her features are relaxed, giving her a softness I haven't noticed before. Of course, I've been stalking her like a predator and scared the shit out of her.
Sebastian's heated stare catches me over the table as he flips his napkin to place it over his lap. For some reason, he's undertaking the job of being her protector. But that won't last when I get her into my home. She won't have anyone to protect her from me.
I curve my lips in a half-smile and raise my drink, tipping it in his direction.
Enjoy tonight, fucker, because after this evening it's hands-off.
Dinner conversation proceeds as per the usual humdrum fashion, chitchat about this and that. My father and Mr. Gallo are in a deep conversation about an upcoming investment in New York. I should be paying attention since I will be attending that meeting, but I'm still staring at Isabella and Sebastian.
There is an adamant conversation going on between Christopher and Rebekah, and it appears the two of them are getting along. As a result, I'm still staring at Isabella, trying to figure out what the fuck the big deal about her is.
Is it the point that she outright defied me? It might have to do with the fact that she shows no interest in me at all, which is something I have never experienced before. I attract women who scramble over themselves to get closer to me in hopes of receiving what only I can provide. As I swallow another sip of my drink, I take a closer look at her, concentrating on her in an attempt to find an answer.
Rebekah's hand glides up my leg and she massages it up and down, forcing me out of my thoughts. I cough and turn to face the table. Everyone is talking or eating, and no one notices her wandering hand. She is inching closer to my dick and I can't helpit. I start to get semi-hard.
She slides her body a little closer to me and her hot hand begins to stroke me through my slacks, causing the zipper to bite into my dick. That little nip of pain mixed with pleasure makes me throb and her breath hitches, as I grow larger in her hand. Just then, she laughs at something Chris says and grips me tight, making my cock jump. I stifled a groan and put my hand on top of hers, squeezing my cock hard and giving it a couple of pumps with our combined pressure. Everything inside me wants to pull down my zipper and have her hot little palm wrapped around my heavy cock. But I can’t do it. I push her hand off my dick, ending her little game, and I look up once again at Isabella.
She intrigues me for some reason. Maybe it is the fact that she made herself unattainable to me that has me so messed up that I just blew my chance at a handy.
I watch her closely; she is poking at her meal but not eating it. My mother is trying to encourage her, but all she does is smile shyly and move her food around her plate.
Sebastian keeps leaning over and whispering in her ear every once in a while. You can see her smile or giggle at something that he says. It stings that not once has she looked at me all evening without being forced while I cannot keep my eyes off of her.
Rebecca leans into my shoulder once again, quietly whispering in my ear.
"Sorry for my sister's rude entrance. I can't believe she dismissed you like that."
As she rubs her hand from my bicep to my elbow, I turn my head, glaring down at her over my shoulder. The bitch won't take no for an answer. A few hours ago, I would have tapped that ass without a second thought, letting her finish what she started with her hand. I still can't believe I pushed her hand away. What the hell is wrong with me?
"She didn't dismiss me." I grunt at her, "My brother took her. I gother back."
Clearing her throat lightly, she leans in further, pressing the heat of her breast into the crook of my arm. The soft swell pushes up and I want to press my mouth to the tempting globe and sink my teeth into it, leaving my mark. Fuck!
"Yes, well, I can see that you have. But just so you know, I'm here if you need anything. Anything at all."
