[BL]His Devotion Has Teeth

“Well,” he said lightly, “if we’ve reached the begging already, we may as well deal with that first.”

Then he dropped onto his knees.

Sebastian’s breath caught.

Nero did not care about the scorching asphalt or the broken glass scattered beneath him. His knees struck hard enough that Sebastian heard it, yet he did not so much as flinch. He only looked up, pale hair spilling around his shoulders, purple eyes still bright with anger and that same terrible amusement.

“How much begging would make you stay, Sebastian?”

Sebastian could not answer.

Nero lifted one hand to his shirt and calmly undid the first button.

Cold spread through Sebastian’s stomach.

“No.”

Another button.

“I don’t want your love, Sebastian.” Nero sounded almost conversational, as though they were negotiating something ordinary instead of kneeling between two wrecked cars. “I’m not that delusional.”

His smile sharpened.

“Possessive, yes. Unreasonable, apparently. Delusional? I do have standards.”

“Nero.”

Another button slipped free, exposing more of the pale skin of his chest.

Sebastian’s pulse began pounding hard enough to hurt.

He knew all of this.

“What more do you want from me, just to stay?”