Darkness Falls (The Darkness Duet #2)

Chapter 21

Sebastian

C allie came to me this morning to ask me if we could find another place for her mother to stay, and I couldn't find it in me to tell her no. The two of us are still working through our shit, but Barrett filled me in on the details of the conversation she had with her mother. Since then, she's been doing her best to keep some distance from her. I can't say I blame her. It's been a few days. I find myself wanting to try and cheer her up.

I don't know when it happened, but a switch flipped, and I started to feel things for her. It was almost like, as soon as she wasn't around, I missed her. There was so much going on with Kyler at the time that I didn't have time to process those feelings. I spent so much time keeping her at a distance that I refused to see how incredibly strong she is. She got under my skin just like she did with my brothers, and I have to face that reality.

Seeing her weak, alone, and chained to that bed really lit a fire inside me. She belongs to us, and nobody fucks with my family like that. Her father deserved a much worse fate than what he got. We won't make that same mistake with her husband. Damien will die a slow, torturous death, and when he dies, it will be by her hand. She will get her revenge. I'll do everything in my power to make it happen.

We haven't been alone together since killing her father because there’s been so much happening since we brought her back home. I've given her space for now, but eventually, we will need to figure our shit out. I thought she would want to spend time with Barrett and Ky anyway. Even sitting here like this and the way I've been thinking about her has me shaking my head in disbelief. I'm starting to remind myself of Kyler.

I come downstairs and see her curled up on the couch with a book. She looks so cozy I almost don't want to disturb her. "Hey, trouble. I'm going to take your mom to the safe house in a few. Did you want to come with us?"

We have two safe houses in the area that we purchased a while back in case we needed to relocate or disappear. They don't have the same level of security this house has, but, in a pinch, they’re perfect for hiding out. I'm taking Natasha to the one that's only a few miles down the road, just on the other side of Braxton Falls.

Callie looks up from her book, unsure of what she wants to do. I know she's been having a tough time with being at odds with her mother after thinking she was dead for so long.

She sighs and sets the book down beside her. "I don't know."

I take it upon myself to sit on the couch next to her. "We won't be there long. It's just enough time to get her settled and give her a quick tour. I think you should come. Things are strained between you two right now, and I'm sure it would mean a lot to her."

"Seb, I'm trying my best to be around her, but she lied to me for my entire life."

She's acting like a child, and it triggers something in me. "Stop being a whiny baby about it, Callie. Your mother made an impossible choice."

"You don't get it."

"You're right, I don't get it. She's willingly leaving the house to go stay somewhere by herself to make you feel more comfortable, and yet, you're still being stubborn. How would you feel if she was gone tomorrow? If you never had the chance to speak to her again, would you feel good about how you're acting right now?"

Her jaw drops for a moment before she closes it and brings her hand up to rub her forehead.

"Don't take what you have for granted because it can all be gone in the blink of an eye." I have to lower my gaze because even saying something like this to her makes me feel more vulnerable than I'd like.

"You're right. I can be upset without pushing her away," she admits.

When I see the tears in her eyes, I can't stop myself from moving. I pull her in for a hug, and for a moment, I question whether or not she will push me away. I keep wondering if the moment we shared after killing her father was a fluke or not. She hugs me back and relaxes in my grasp, letting me hold her like this for a few minutes.

I finally pull back and look at her. "I—"

She cuts me off by reaching out and grabbing the back of my neck to pull me into a kiss, similar to what she did at the compound. Our lips crash onto one another, and I reach up to slide my fingers into her hair. I tug it, and she moans in my mouth, instantly making my cock hard. My other hand roams along her collarbone as we lose ourselves in the kiss.

She throws one of her legs over mine, straddling me before grinding down on my lap. I groan and tug on her hair, pulling her lips from mine, and she stares at me, panting.

"I won't be gentle with you like Kyler is. Are you sure you want this?"

She grins like they were the exact words she was hoping to hear.

"Stop talking and fuck me, Sebastian."

I grip her throat, squeezing tightly. "Do you need a reminder of what you're supposed to call me, trouble?"

She shakes her head, and I let my grip ease enough for her to say what I want to hear. "No, sir."

"Do you want me to call you a good girl like my brothers do?"

"No, sir."

"What should I call you while I use you like my own personal fuck toy?"

"Just call me yours, sir," she says with a sly smile .

Fuck, this girl knows exactly what she's doing. "You belong to me, don't you? Me and my brothers." I lean in to bite her neck before sucking hard. I know it'll leave a mark, but the idea of marking her up for everyone to see has my heart racing. My lips trail up the entirety of her neck, biting and sucking until I reach her ear. "Who do you belong to, Callie?"

Chills spread through her body as she begins to slide her hips back and forth on my lap. "The Monroe brothers."

"That's right, trouble, you're ours."

Another grin crosses her lips. "Prove it, sir."

She's playing with fire. I push her off of me and grab her by the wrist to drag her toward the bar. "No. I'm not going to fuck you yet. Bend over and put your stomach on the bar."

She eyes me wearily before she leans over the edge of the bar and presses her stomach to it. Her head turns to the side, and her hands grip the edges. She looks at me, waiting to see what I'm going to do next.

"Don't move, or you’ll be punished," is the last thing I say before leaving the room to grab what I need.

If this girl thinks she is going to be in control with me like she is with Barrett and Ky, then she's got another thing coming. When we fuck, it will be because I will it, not her. Someone has to have a little bit of willpower when it comes to her, after all.

I stashed a few things away in my room for a scenario similar to this. I didn't think I'd have the opportunity so soon. When I return to where I left her, she hasn't moved a muscle. Her face and stomach are still pressed against the bar.

"Part of me was hoping you would move so I could punish you," I announce as I rub my hand along her body. She squirms below me, panting heavily. "Do you still want this?" I ask, making sure the moment hasn't passed.

"Yes, sir."

Fuck, I love hearing her call me that. I grip the waistband of her black jeans and underwear and pull them down to her ankles. "Step out and spread your legs for me, trouble. I want to see that pretty pussy."

She gasps but complies. “You’re an asshole.”

I laugh as her breathing quickens, but what really gets me is when I look down, I see her panties are soaking wet. I let my thoughts get the best of me and slide a finger along her center to find she is indeed drenched.

"Seb," she whines and tries to shamelessly grind herself on my fingers.

When I pull my hand away, she lets out a disagreeing huff, and I chuckle. "I told you I wasn't fucking you. Did you think I was going to cave?"

She goes to lift herself off the bar, but I push between her shoulder blades, shoving her face first back onto the surface. I trail a finger through her entrance again to gather some of the moisture dripping from her cunt before pulling the toy from my pocket and coating it in her juices. I slide the toy around her pussy, getting it extra wet. She lets out a breath as I slide it in and out of her a few times before settling it fully inside her .

I picked this one out special for her. It's a butterfly-shaped toy that is part vibrator, part clit stimulator. The best part is it's completely hands-free with a remote that can be controlled by yours truly. The silicone shaft is curved at just the right angle to hit her G-spot while the top part sucks her clit. The butterfly wings spread across her pussy lips to encase the entire area in the toy.

"Let's give this a test run; what do you say?"

"What is—"

She is cut off when the intense vibrations begin pulsing through her. I'm not going easy on her for this round. The intensity is set to high, and I watch in awe as she dry humps the bar, crying out.

"That's it, come apart for me like a desperate slut."

I will never get over the noises she makes when she chases that high. I slap her ass, and she jolts before moaning loudly, letting her climax overtake her. After she comes down, I switch the toy off and grip her by her hair to pull her off the bar, holding her back flush against my chest.

I lean in to whisper in her ear and feel her shudder when my lips graze it. "This is going to be a fun afternoon. Don't you think, trouble? The toy stays in until we get back. That's when I'll fuck this greedy pussy. When you're pushed to the edge over and over and begging for my cock."

I can feel her heart slamming in her chest. "Yes, sir."

I bite down on her ear, and her knees go weak. My arm wraps around her waist, catching her before she falls. "I'll give you a few minutes to yourself. When you're ready, meet us in the entryway."

With that, I head upstairs to grab Natasha from the spare room. We walk down the stairs, and Callie is already standing there waiting for us as if she doesn't have my toy between her legs.

"LeeLee, I wasn't expecting you to join us," Natasha says to her daughter, a relieved smile strewn across her face.

"I wasn't going to let Seb take you by himself, Momma," Callie reassures her as she reaches out to latch her arm with her mothers before she leads her out the door and to the car, looking back at me briefly.

An understanding passes through the two of them that makes me miss Ms. Monroe. Melding this little riff was the right thing to do. It was a way for her and me to bond a little while she also fixed her relationship with her mother. I was serious when I said you never know when a moment is your last.

It makes it even better knowing she will be panting and begging me to satiate her hunger when we get back to the house. If she's lucky, I'll let the guys watch as I fuck her until she passes out from exhaustion.

I can't stop smiling as I slide into the car, start it, and pull out of the driveway. I've decided to give Callie a reprieve from the toy during the car ride, but this is all part of my strategy.

I'm sure she thinks it’s nothing more than an idle threat, and I can't wait to watch her squirm. A devious idea fills my mind, and my eyes trail up to the rear-view mirror to look at them in the back seat.

"Natasha, would you want to stop and grab a little lunch before we go to the house? Kyler will be bringing groceries over for you later, but I'm not sure what time." My eyes meet Callie’s, and I see the trepidation on her face.

"That sounds very nice, Sebastian, I would love that. Thank you," she says before turning to face her daughter. "Callie, do you mind if we stop for a bit?"

"I would love to have lunch with you, Momma." She grabs her mother’s hand in a reassuring gesture before locking eyes with me again. She's daring me to play with her, and I will happily oblige.