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with you yet, you stupid cunt," he yelled over the bass beat, twisting my forearm to twirl me around and pull my ass against his hard cock.
    Suddenly, Patrick released me. I stepped away and turned around, ready to bury a high heel in his balls when my knees went to jelly on me. The reason Patrick had released me was simple. Sebastian had him in an arm lock, and from what I could tell, he didn't like trying to scratch the back of his head with his fingers in that particular way. He struggled against Sebastian's strength, but Sebastian had him neutered easily.
    I was a little surprised when he let Patrick go, pushing him away from me, placing himself in between us. The crowd at Eden knew what was up, and cleared some space. I saw the bouncer look over at the ruckus, stopping when he noticed Sebastian. What the hell was going on? How did the staff at this club know my older stepbrother?
    "Nobody calls her a dumb cunt," Sebastian seethed, and I could hear something in his voice I’d never heard before. I didn't have time to figure it out, as Patrick rushed him, his right hand swinging in a wild overhand right.
    Now, I'm nowhere near the martial arts expert that Sebastian is, but even I'm not that fucking dumb. Patrick was bull-rushing a guy who had just made him look like a fool, and throwing the most telegraphed punch ever in doing so. Either he was stupid, which was my guess, or he was so enraged by being shown up, he ignored the most basic rules of combat, including keeping your balance.
    I knew there were at least a half-dozen different things Sebastian could have done to the guy, after all, I'd watched him work the heavy bag like a pro for years. Instead, he surprised me, slipping with the punch to catch Patrick in an under the arm grip, before twirling on his feet like a dancer and throwing him over his head. It was the most powerful, yet graceful move I’d ever seen a man make, and the result was stupendous. Patrick, all at least two hundred pounds of him, flew past my shoulder like a sack of laundry, crashing to the dance floor in a heap. He staggered to his knees, blood running from what looked like a cut above the eye before collapsing back down, groaning.
    I was just about to land a good kick in the bastard's ribs when I felt Sebastian place his hand on my shoulder. It wasn't squeezing, or even restraining, but the power of his touch stopped me, and I looked back over my shoulder. He shook his head slowly and jerked a thumb back towards the door.
    "We're leaving. Tell Sarah to have a good night, and to not go home with that loser Christian."
    I nodded dumbly. Gathering my things and my coat, I followed him back out into the night meekly, his eyes commanding me the entire time.

Chapter 3
    I was surprised when Sebastian led me over to his car, Eden's parking lot was infamously small and there was almost never a spot open.
    "What you did tonight was dumb," he said, as soon as the doors were closed.
    "I thought you said nobody got to call me dumb," I replied, angry. And how the fuck did he know where I was going to be? I thought to myself.
    "What I said was that nobody gets to call you a stupid cunt. That doesn't mean you didn't do a stupid thing tonight."
    "Why the fuck should you care, anyway?" I asked, furious. "After the way you fucked with my head today, is it any surprise I needed to get out and get laid, you asshole?"
    Sebastian's eyes tightened, and his foot mashed the accelerator of his midnight blue Porsche, which shot through the streets. He didn't say a word until we got home, but when I got out, he held my hand in his, and not in the friendliest of ways.
    "Upstairs," he growled, leading me the entire way.
    In his grip, I felt all of my anger and resistance draining away. It was weird, honestly. I mean, when Patrick did it, I fought back and was not going to give in. With Sebastian though, I didn't even want to try.
    It wasn't that I felt totally safe. I’d seen the look on his face after I’d taunted him