“If you’re the merchandise, and I’m a prospective buyer, I think a little due diligence is in order.” He stalls by my head, his smirk tangling with Liam’s deepening scowl.

I can almost taste the animosity between them, and suddenly, I know this isn’t about me. These two have unresolved issues, and I’m the pawn standing between them.

“Open your mouth, princess.”

“What are you doing?” Liam growls.

“Exercising due diligence. If she becomes my wife, I’ll require great head every morning.”

“I assure you, her oral skills are top-notch,” Liam says through clenched teeth.

“Your assurances mean shit to me.” Sebastian brushes his thumb across my lips. “Open.”

I do, and he thrusts his fingers inside my mouth until his knuckles hit my teeth, making me heave relentlessly.

“That’ll be a tight fit for my cock.”

I bite down on his fingers, and he yanks them out of my mouth. “Sounds to me like you’re overestimating size,” I say, glaring at him.

Someone laughs.

Sebastian isn’t amused. “Good luck finding a woman with that complaint.” He wanders to the end of the bench and stands between my spread legs. “Is your cunt as tight and pure as you claim?”

“Why don’t you violate me and find out,” I snap, tone dripping with scorn.

Someone laughs again. “She’s got an attitude, that one.”

I don’t know who’s finding amusement at my expense, because I haven’t torn my eyes from Sebastian’s. As he reaches between my thighs, pushing two fingers against the tight resistance of my innocence, his sea-blue gaze ignites.

My chest rises with a gasp, and I bite my lip when he presses his thumb on my clit. Out of all the hands that have invaded my innocence today, his is the one to drag a reaction from me. I pulse around his fingers, my body flooding with warmth and begging for his touch to go deeper.

To break past the barrier of purity and claim me.

He rubs circles on my throbbing nub, and I’m horrified by the moan that bleeds off my lips.

“That’s enough!” Liam’s voice thunders through the room.

I startle from the sound, but Sebastian doesn’t react at all, other than to withdraw his fingers and stalk away, out of sight.

But not out of mind.

I listen to the thud of his retreating footfalls, followed by the slam of a door.

He just left.

Without a word.

Without a second thought.

Because I’m inconsequential to him. Someone he likes to toy with to get a rise out of his rival. His touch lit me on fire, but he felt nothing.

“Does anyone else need to continue with this charade?” Liam’s voice reverberates through the room, a possessive warning to back off.