THEY CALL HIM RECKLESS
That was an understatement.
Sebastian was the most attractive, dangerous, horrifying man in the entire state of Washington.
He had secrets, secrets in that dark past of him, and I always struggled to understand his motive.
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Skye
The moment I reached the first step, my arm was caught from behind, and suddenly I was thrown in the air.
I screamed, arms flailing.
But finally my back met a glass table, and it caved in under me, and finally I crashed to the ground, thousands of shards slicing through my skin, and I cried out, tipping my head back.
I was burning; I felt like I was on fire.
I was on fire.
When I attempted to sit up—feeling blood blooming under my shirt—North was already coming after me.
I caught a shard of glass—about to use it as a weapon—but he just slammed his leg into my arm, and I fell back again, landing among the shards.
I choked when they deepened into my skin.
North just collapsed onto me, laughing despite him setting his knees among the shards, and he leaned forward. "Such a spit-fire. So feisty."
I glared, breath shuttering as my white T-shirt grew redder. "I will never succumb to you."
He chuckled. "We'll see."
He leaned down, pressing his lips to my neck as he gently started suckling the skin.
I cringed, stomach jolting with disgust.
But I just drove my knee into his stomach, making him choke as he separated from me, and I shoved him to the side, rolling on top of him seconds later while my elbow lay inches from his throat.
He just laughed, making my breath shutter, but his eyes just flickered to mine. "You think that will stop me?"
He slammed against me, making me scream when I collapsed onto the ground next to him, though he just chuckled and stood.
I tried to catch a glass shard, but he just caught my ankles.
And he dragged me back by my legs, and I winced when glass sliced my cheeks open, though he just yelled and threw me sideways.
I screamed when I went flying, heart thudding against my chest...
And I collided with the chair he tied me in, every bit of force slamming me against the metal as it bent into my back.
I crashed with the ground, choking as all air cut from my lungs, and I slid along the floor, the cement scraping across my wounds.
I finally hit the wall and slowed to a stop, whimpering slightly as North chuckled darkly and limped toward me.
Every sense of pain coursed through me; burning, aching, wounds screaming, skin slicing itself open as I tried to breathe.
North just chuckled, continuing to limp toward me. "Are you going to give in yet?"
