Sebastian:

After saying goodbye to Annette at the airport, as I'm making my way back to the exit where my car is parked, I notice a girl watching me. She goes up to me and says, "Excuse me, but you look lost. Any way I can help you?" And that's when I fervently start counting down the hours until Christmas break is over and done with, because my first thought is not What would Annette think? or Now that's a gorgeous piece of ass, but Did Kathryn send her?

It's only my paranoia, of course. The thought of this girl being somehow related to Kathryn's revenge plans is ludicrous. The real danger is at home.

Seduction was never her favorite tactic, never the first option in her playbook, but she'll use it against me because it's all she can do now. And it's going to be her and no one else, because really, would it ever be enough to just send in some standard-issue sexy debutante? I was getting beyond bored with them and we both knew it. The pussy I normally can't have, that is the eternal attraction, or so she'll think. She wants me to do the thing that Annette can never forgive me for, and thus take away from me my angel, the one good thing I've ever had. Because she is alone, because she is cold inside and hollow, because she is incapable of real emotion, her only joy comes from punishing normal people for the sincere love and happiness she cannot feel. I understand this thought process, because until only recently I was the same way. But now things are different—I love Annette. This is what I remind myself when I come in and she's there, wearing nothing remotely designed for seduction, just a boring preppy outfit that presumably helped her impress Tiffany's toxic friends at Aunt Helen's, but there are faint bite marks on her neck and in that moment the only thing I can think of is killing him, slowly, while she watches and quite possibly joins in. Because she gets off on that. Because Cecile wasn't the first girl I seduced and destroyed specifically at her urging, merely among the most innocent. And at the time, although we were only step-siblings, I imagined us as twins, moving through the world as one being and destroying the weak and stupid together. It was never true. I was her toy, her pawn. This is what I think of when she comes up from behind me and whispers in my ear, "Did you mean it when you said 'I don't care what you do to me'?"

"Yes. I'm completely indifferent to your little power games. Do you want to know why?"

"Not really." She slides one hand up my shirt, while the other slowly strokes, then pinches my inner thigh. "Do you still like to be teased Sebastian?"

Push her off why don't you just push her off you "It's because I've found something better. I love Annette now. She's..." What the hell is she? I can't remember.

"...Wonderful and kind and caring, I'm sure." And at that I do push her off finally, but now she's facing me and even though she's not touching me anymore, her stare holds me. "But it's the first one that matters, isn't it? Because your first is the only one you want for herself. Every other girl after that is just someone to give flowers to, and do romantic walks on the beach with, and not be alone on Valentine's Day with. You're not in love with that blonde bitch, you're in love with being in love. I think it's pathetic, frankly."

"What's pathetic is the way you keep on throwing yourself at me. Really, could you be any more of a slut?"

"I think you like sluts." She comes up to me again and kisses me. And this close up I can see the traces of powder on her nose, and she's right. This is what excites me.

But it's lies, all of it. Every word she says, every look she gives me, every time she touches me is a lie. It's all carefully calculated to make me do what she wants. And she won't succeed—just because I've found happiness with a nice Christian girl doesn't mean I've suddenly turned into an emasculated nice guy. I am still Sebastian Valmont and can match her plot for plot if need be. But even to use her once, and then quit her as fast as I can—it's still a betrayal, and Annette would be right to leave me for it. This is what I'm thinking as we make our way to my room, lips still locked, stumbling past the door and slamming it shut. And then we go onto the bed and I can't think of anything anymore, I'm lost in the pure ecstasy of being with her. Just being with her.

"Remember when you came back to me and said I was right and we were two of a kind?" she says, while taking off my clothes piece by piece.

"Yes." It comes out as a gasp.

"And you looked so sad when you said it. Is being two of a kind really that bad?"

"No, it's—Kathryn, it's—Kathryn I love you," I blurt out.

She moves down and puts her mouth on my cock. I feel her warm breath on it, whispering something, it sounds like "I love you too baby" but it's muffled and I can't be sure. What she's doing with her tongue is incredible. I close my eyes, just wanting this to last forever—

And then the phone rings. Out of habit, I pick up. It's Annette, sobbing and barely coherent, wanting to come home and see me right away, talking about some friend of hers in Kansas, and how her whole life is ruined because Danielle said that Trevor said that—shit.

"Annette, calm down. Annette, listen to me. Call up Seventeen magazine. I guarantee you there was no reporter."

I turn around and see Kathryn propped up on some pillows, watching me intently. On her face, an expression of indescribable viciousness. Her real smile.

A/N: Can you spot the Hidden Paraphrased Literary Quotation? (hint: lamb's lover, stealing from someone else's maxims) First person to spot it gets a Special Prize!

Vanessa Davis: Well, I haven't seen Alex Pettyfer in anything so I have no idea if he's a good actor or not, but he certainly looks the part :-)

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