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So when it comes to Kinsley Carlyle, that ship has fucking sailed, crashed, and sunk to the deepest part of the ocean. For good.
“Sad to say I do,” I reply, causing both their grins to dissipate.
I can see the look of disbelief in her father’s eyes as he watches me meticulously. “Mind your manners boy,” Carlyle sneers, his daughter feigning offense beside him. It’s fucking hilarious and I don’t hold in my mocking laugh.
“You mind your tone with me Carlyle,” I growl in response, going back to my usual sour mood. I know my father might retaliate against me later for my lack of respect for hisfriend, but I'm sure he was planning on doing so anyway. One thing I know for a fact, he won’t dare strike me in front of him. Appearances are everything in the Silver household, and I may be beaten for this offense when the room has cleared, but right now, my father will act like my impertinent response was his idea. “Might I remind you it was I who gave your daughter the chance she so desperately begged for, only to find she preferred having another’s dick shoved in her loose little cunt.”
“You son of a bitch,” he shouts, but my father is quick to step forward and put a stop to his pettiness.
“Don’t you dare Thomas, my son speaks nothing but the truth. However, he also understands that the Silver men are all about offering second chances, and understanding we sometimes make brash decisions, make mistakes in the heat of the moment.”
I scoff at my father’s attempt to diffuse the situation. Of course he uses this opportunity to make me once again be the one in the wrong. She cheated on me, not to mention shunned my cousin Stella for being the one who confessed to me what she’d done. I admit I never did anything to right that wrong against Stella, but she’s better off being excommunicated from thisworld.
“It’s okay daddy,” Kins says, in a perfectly practiced tone, “Sebastian and I need time to work things out.”
What the fuck? This bitch must be out of her mind.
“Thomas, your daughter is right. Let’s clear the room and allow the children some time to hash things out.” Carlyle nods following my father who leads him toward the door of his study. “I’ve been meaning to show you the new Porsche Panamera I purchased to gift my niece for her eighteenth birthday.” I hear my father mutter before they exit, closing the door behind them, and leaving me in the room with the treacherous harpy.
“Well, looks like it’s just us two now,” she says coyly, standing and moving to where I am now standing beside the bar. I grab the glass of bourbon he left for me, trying my hardest to ignore her loud sighs coming from behind me. “I’ve missed you Sebastian,” she murmurs, yet my name coming from her mouth makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand. Not in a good way.
“Don’t fucking call me that,” I growl, turning and stepping into her, pushing her back until she is flat against the bookcase behind her. My body towers over here, her stature shorter than Jade’s but in these heels she’s just a foot shorter than me. The fear I was hoping to instill in her isn’t present in her gaze, instead I can see a glimmer of desire sparkling in her clear blue eyes. Well this fucking backfired.
I feel her hand press against my chest, her finger trailing the lettering of my T-shirt that reads FUCK ME OR FUCK OFF. Wrong shirt to wear today. “That’s your name,” she coos.
I grip her wrist pressing her hand further against me, her finger painfully bending backwards. She winces as she tries, and fails, to pull away. “Not for you to use, you can call me Bass if you insist on speaking to me.”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she scoffs, as I release her making her stumble back slightly.
“Tell me something I don’t fucking know sweetheart.” I turn and walk away, leaving her standing there with a look of shock etched onto her face, heading over to the chair behind my father’s desk, I fall back onto it with a loud thud. Kins slowly makes her way over to me, her steps echoing against the dark hardwood as she approaches. Of course she doesn’t sit on the chair across from me but instead walks all the way over until her ass is leaning against the desk in front of me, angling to reveal her leg under the slit of her dress which opens further as her legs cross.
It’s fucking pathetic how hard she’s trying to impress me, making a damn fool of herself in every way. She’s dangling herself at me like a piece of meat. Little does she know, I have no interest in taking a bite. Kins just doesn’t do it for me anymore. I’ve found something better, someone who drives me out of my fucking mind with her sexy as fuck body, smart ass mouth, and sharp little tongue. She’s a dangerous combination of nymph and goddess. Despite what women may think, men don’t find it attractive for women to put themselves out there, laid out on a silver platter ready to let us consume and devour. It’s desperate and a fucking turnoff, although, if this is what she wants, who’s to say I can’t play along.
I glance at the bare skin teasing me, as I run my index finger from the buckle of her high heel tied around her ankle, up to the edge of the slit right above her mid-thigh. Her skin is covered in goosebumps by the time my finger reaches the top of her thigh, her tongue coming out to lick her lips and I swear she fucking trembles. A chuckle escapes me at the predictableness of her reaction.
“You want to know why you’re here, Kins?” I murmur sitting up to meet her stare. She’s just about my height now as she sits atop the desk and I in my father’s chair. “For some fucking reason, my father thinks he can use you to get me to comply with whatever idiotic request he has cooked up. He thinks, they think, that having you flaunt that little ass around in this, surely three-thousand-dollar dress, will make me do as they say.” I stand up, hovering over her until her back is nearly flat against the desk, her elbows coming up to hold herself in place. Instantly her legs fall open and I take the opportunity to settle in between them making a point to spread them further apart, “What they don’t know is that I’ve had a taste, quite a few actually, and it disgusts me. Just the thought makes me sick to my fucking stomach.”
I hear her gasp in shock at my brashness as I straighten up and I walk away leaving her there wanting and turned into the needy little bitch she wants to play, panting and positively soaking wet. I can’t hold back my laugh at the memory of the appalled look that flashed across her face. I’m almost halfway to the door when I hear her, her comment making me stop in my tracks. “You won’t have a choice in the matter once everything is said and done.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I snarl, angrily turning to face her. She’s standing now, leaning against the opposite side of the desk. Gone is the look of alarm and in its place a smug, cheshire like grin.
“It means you better start getting used to me being around Sebastian, because I’m here to stay, and there’s not a damn thing you or that little slut you like to keep hidden under your bed, can do about it.”
???
“Absolutely fucking not!” I shout out, slamming my fist into the wall, leaving a fist sized hole in the antique wallpaper.
“Watch your fucking mouth when you speak to me you ungrateful bastard.” My father wastes no time slamming his fist into my jaw. The pain however is dulled by the rage coursing like venom through my veins. He must be out of his ever-loving mind.
“You’ve outdone yourself this time father. Out of all the idiotic schemes you’ve concocted, of all the fucked-up shit you’ve convinced me to do, this,” I chuckle sardonically, “there is no fucking way.” My rage quickly transforms into relentless despair as he crosses the threshold locking the door of his study, my only escape, before waltzing back toward me. Slowly, he removes his suit jacket, unbuttoning the cuffs of his perfectly ironed white shirt, and rolling the long sleeves up above his elbows. This is it, the moment I’ve been dreading, more like expecting. The sadistic son of a bitch is about to get off on instilling fear and pain into his most prized possession.
Instinctively I remove my shirt, turning away from the hateful bastard. It should scare me that I feel it before it happens, like something ingrained in my brain preparing my body to go into shock in order to survive the ordeal. I’d like to say I’m desensitized to it all after enduring so much over the last seven years of my life, but that would be a cop out. One, two, three, four. Four times today, less than the usual ten, but more than I can bear. He must be in a hurry. I can feel the blood dripping down my skin, but the usual burn isn’t there today.
Well what do you know, maybe it’s finally happened, maybe I have indeed become desensitized to the pain. Either that or I’ve finally accepted the fact it’s never bothered me because I need it to feel alive. I need the ache, the burn, the feeling of helplessness to feel like I am not just a ghostly vessel. There is something inside, something that goes far beyond what I could have ever imagined. I’ve always known there lived a monster within me, a dark and lonely creature that fed off of the fear that once was there before turning it into rage. Rage has always been the one feeling I’ve been able to experience, maybe because it’s the strongest one of all.
Though now I know that there's something else buried deep inside, something creeping up in the darkness, trying to make itself known. I can’t quite figure out what this newfeelingis, though there is only one instance where it demands to make itself known.
And it happens to be when I’m with her.
