Sebastian watched the color drain from my face, his smile wide and vicious.
"Like it, wife? Happy first anniversary."
Laughter rippled through the crowd. Dozens of leering gazes crawled over my skin.
Narelle draped herself against Sebastian's chest, her delicate frame pressed into his arms as she giggled at me.
"With my sister's notorious reputation, Sebastian, this gift really does suit her perfectly!"
"Though, ever since you and I got together, you haven't touched her once, have you? Someone with her... appetites... no wonder she's throwing herself at you."
"I'm not a petty woman. She's still technically your wife, after all. Maybe you should satisfy her sometime?" She pouted, tracing a finger down his chest. "You wear me out every night—I can barely keep up with how insatiable you are..."
At her words, Sebastian's gaze landed on me. The desire I'd once prayed to see had curdled into pure disgust.
"Touch her? I'd rather not catch something."
He turned and nuzzled Narelle's nose.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I only want someone pure like you. Once the auction money comes through, I'll buy you that bag you wanted, hmm?"