I did no such thing

Isabella

I had the objection of telling the truth. Make him feel for me, understand mybdark past and pain inflicted by my father. But...I chose to lie.

"I did them myself," I spat, my voice dripping with venom. Sebastián froze, his eyes narrowing.

"What?" he growled, his tone low and dangerous.

"You heard me," I snapped, glaring at him. "Now let me go. I did all of this to myself, understand? You have no reason to keep me here or keep tormenting me."

For a moment, he stood there, dazed. But then, his expression shifted, and clarity flashed across his face. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice turning cold. "Alright. Just make sure that when you die, you leave a letter for your precious father. Tell him that his daughter inflicted all this on herself. I don't want to be dragged into something I know nothing about."

His words cut through me, but I masked the sting. "Got it. Now get out."

He laughed—bitter, mocking. "It's my bathroom, in my house. Why would I leave?" he asked, his smirk widening.

I froze. He was right. This was his house, his bathroom, his everything. And I... I was nothing here. He reminded me of that with every word. I took a deep breath, swallowing the bitterness threatening to rise. "Alright. I'll leave," I muttered, stepping away from the basin and grabbing my shirt.

As I made my way to the door, I heard the low growl again, this time from behind me. Before I could react, he was next to me, the bathroom door slamming shut with a thud.

And just like that, I was pinned against it.

"What more do you want now—?" I didn't finish my sentence. His lips crashed into mine. The kiss started slow, almost hesitant, like he wasn't the one pulling me in. But then it deepened, more demanding, more desperate. It was like he couldn't get enough of me, yet there was a tenderness behind it—as though he feared I would break under him.

I should have fought it. He had insulted me, accused me, shown that he didn't trust me. My mind screamed for me to push him away. But my body—my body betrayed me. It surrendered, overwhelmed by the heat of his kiss, by the need in him.

He sucked the breath from me, leaving me gasping. Then, he trailed kisses down to my neck, each one sending electric shivers up my spine. My legs weakened, my head spinning, intoxicated by him.

No. Fight it. You have to fight—

"Ouch!" I cried out when his teeth grazed my skin.

"What are you doing?" I tried to push him away, but his hands were firm, not allowing me to move.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Don't fight it. Relax. If you don't, this will hurt."

His eyes were dark, lost in something far beyond the moment, and I couldn't understand it. What was he doing?

Before I could process, his lips were on me again, kissing my mouth, my earlobes, trailing back down to my neck. I felt his teeth sink into my flesh once more, and pain flared through my shoulder, but I couldn't escape. My body was held captive by his grip.

"Sebastián! What the hell? Move!" I screamed, struggling beneath him, trying to break free. Was he marking me?

"Don't fool yourself," he said, his voice sharp. "I did no such thing."

Just as quickly as he had trapped me, I found myself able to move again. I froze, wide-eyed, staring at him in disbelief. Did he hear my thoughts?

He smirked. "So, what if I did?"

"What did you do to me?" I demanded, my voice trembling as I rubbed my neck, where the mark still burned, though it wasn't as painful now.

"Nothing," he said, his tone oddly calm. "At least not yet. I did what was necessary."

"What?" I asked, feeling lost. "What do you mean? What did you do?"

"Whatever was necessary to get the truth," he answered cryptically before shifting me aside, his grip on me loosening as he walked toward the door.

I stood there, still reeling, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. What had just happened?

What truth? About my scars? My heart sank. He wasn't letting this go?