I hopped up onto the kitchen counter and played with my phone. I didn't look at him. I couldn't look at him. I'd blurted out what I had done and expected him to scream at me, to hold me tenderly while he slowly cut deeper into my muscle tissues to rip out my own heart while I watched. I expected he would have become violent, I even anticipated some crying. He did none of those things, instead he ruined me with one word.
'So?'
I had looked at him, confused. I didn't understand the question.
"What do you mean 'So?'" I demanded petulantly.
"I mean 'So what?' He replied casually, lighting a cigarette and breathing it in deeply.
"I fucked another man Sebby," I laughed shrilly, trying to force a reaction from him. "And it was so good because I knew you were in some dirty little hideout doing a job for me because I own you and there I was," I cut off when he stepped towards me. I could feel his breath on me he was so close but he wasn't looking at me.
"You think I care?" He sneered at me, glancing up at me from underneath his dark lashes. He looked so god damn sexy even while he was breaking me into tiny pieces. I would prefer the knife to that.
"Yes," I breathed and he reached a hand up to hold my jaw.
"I work for you, don't delude yourself into thinking I care you for," he growled.
"I know you do," I snapped angrily. "You're my whipping boy, you just don't want to admit it," I yelled in a sing song. He didn't even flinch.
"Yeah, sure," he replied quietly, half sarcastic.
"I'm bored of you now, go away."
"Fine," he replied stonily turning to leave.
"So I can fuck whoever I want, yeah?"
I nudged his ass with my foot jokingly but he pushed it away venomously making me sway on the marble counter top.
"Sure, just not me."
"Oh for fuck sake Seb, just punch me and get over it. It's not like you care about me anyway," I screamed at him and gave a yelp when he launched at me over the counter, dragging me off the marble and to the floor. My head hit the tiles with a sickening thud and he swam into vision in front of me. I could feel him tugging at my shirt collar, shaking me while my vision did somersaults.
"I fucking hate you, you little shit," he roared at me before kissing me violently.
"Ngh, Seb," I cried out and he pulled me towards him, setting me in his lap and holding me as he leaned back against the counter. I kissed along his neck and he gave a soft moan.
"I love you," he whispered in a short sob. "I hate that I do, I hate you so much," he whispered while snuggling into me. "Someday, I'm going to hold you just like this and then I will end you and your miserable existence," he chuckled, lightly tapping me on the nose with an affectionate smile. "That day will be sooner if you ever fuck anyone else again, do you understand me?"
I nodded.
"Yes Sir."
He smiled. I melted.