Page 65 of Darkness Falls

Part of the process. That's what they all keep saying. Why can't we make a new process? Seb's been super uptight the entire ride. The tension between the two of us is at an all-time high. Ever since the other day when we had fun with the toy and the bath, things between us have been so charged. Being stuck in the same room with not only him but also Barrett and Ky should be quite interesting.

"I'm going to go check in," Barrett shouts while walking away.

Ky wrapshis arms around me, and I look up at him from over my shoulder. "Are you sure I can't convince you to get us our own room?"

I watch him as he closes his eyes for a moment, almost as though he is tempted to cave into my request. He finally opens his eyes and looks down at me, turning me in his arms so he can place a peck on my nose.

"Wanderer, I would love to have you in a hotel room by myself for days calling you my good girl, but this is work. We have rules that we always follow when on the job. That can't change now that you're involved. We have to stay safe."

I nod in defeat before pushing away from him to grab my bags from the back. The sooner we can get this all over with, the sooner we can all return to a somewhat normal life.

Barrett returns from the main office, and we all follow him to our room with some of our bags in hand. He holds the door open, and when I walk in, I stop in my tracks. It's exactly what I expected it to be. There are water stains on the ceiling and peeling wallpaper around the top and bottom edges of the walls. Two beds sit in the center of the room, and they have a strange, stale smell to them. I suppose I should be thankful they opted for a double queen rather than a single king.

I turn to face them, but before I can say anything, Barrett grabs the keys out of Seb's hand. "Ky and I are going to get breakfast. Do us a favor and just fuck already. It will make this entire trip way less tense."

"What happened to ‘we have rules’?" I say with air quotes and raise an eyebrow at Kyler.

"Yeah, one of those rules is to make things as cohesive as possible. You two need to get whatever pent-up frustration you have out of your system."

I scoff. "What if I want breakfast too?"

"Have some sausage to hold you over, wanderer," Kyler says while trying to hold back a laugh.

Barrett walks over and pecks me on the lips. "We'll bring something back for you two. I'm sure you'll need the calories to replenish your energy. Text us when you're done."

With that, he turns to whisper something in Seb’s ear before leaving with Kyler trailing behind him. Just like that, Sebastian and I are alone in an awkward silence.

"Assholes," I mutter under my breath, unsure of what to do.

They're not entirely wrong. There's been an uncomfortable pull between me and Seb. We just haven’t had time to explore that fully yet. Stress doesn't exactly constitute the best formula for navigating a new relationship with someone.

I rub my arms uncomfortably. "Um... So, what now?"

He closes the distance between us and lifts a strand of my hair, twirling it between his fingers before dropping it back down. "Now, I’m going to use you like I should have a long time ago, trouble. You’re going to be a good little toy, and let me fuck you.”

My mouth drops open. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Barrett's right; this has been a long timecoming. It's not the most conventional way for us to be together for the first time, but I don't think anything about our path has been conventional. You can't deny you're just as distracted as I am."

My eyes widen, and my heart slams in my chest. Did he just say he was going to fuck me? I already feel the heat between my legs, aching for him to touch me. I want to see exactly what he’s been holding back, but this isn't how I saw that happening. I turn my head to try and escape his burning gaze, but he grips my chin and forces my eyes back on him.

"I think a filthy slut like you likes the idea of me using you in a dirty motel room." He leans in and blows a breath on my neck as I let out a heavy sigh. "I bet you're already dripping just over the idea of me being inside you. I could bend you over that desk in the corner and fuck you senseless."

My eyes move to the desk, and I picture myself bent over it with him holding my hands behind my back while he slams into me. He's right; I'm shamelessly wet for him. Part of me wants to admit it, but the other part is still holding back, and I think he senses that.

"Sebastian..." I say, trailing off.

"Is that what you're supposed to call me?" He tilts his head, willing me to defy him as his fingers wrap around my throat.

"No, sir." I gulp, feeling the way his fingers squeeze around my airway a little bit more.

"You know I won't be gentle like your puppy dog boyfriend."

Curiosity fills me as a wicked grin crosses my face. Idon't want him to be gentle. He lets go of my throat and walks over to one of the bags in the corner of the room to pick it up and set it on a bed. I watch in complete shock as he dumps the contents and looks through everything.

"You brought a bag of sex toys? What the fuck?"

He grins. "Barrett brought them, but he made sure to tell me they were here before he left. Now, strip."

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