Chapter 20 #2
We walk over to the door, and Callie waves a room key over the door. “Shit. I didn’t even think about how we would have gotten into the room.”
“I got you, babe.” She winks before pushing the door open.
“Who are you?” the girl asks as we walk in. She wraps an arm around her breasts, and the other one covers her mound.
“I’m their girlfriend,” I tell her, giving her a strained smile.
“What?” Her eyes widen. “They didn’t tell me they had a girlfriend.”
“Don’t blame them.” I wave her off, then bend down to pick up her clothes. “They’re not aware of it.”
“Yet,” Callie adds, checking the guys for a pulse. “But they will soon. And then we can be sister-in-laws.” Callie’s eyes light up. “Oh, this is going to be amazing! I love our lives.”
“What’s going on?” the girl asks, her head snapping between the two of us.
“They’re alive,” Callie confirms.
“Thank fuck,” I breathe out, relief flooding me. “Put these on, will you?” I ask the girl.
She takes her clothes and quickly gets dressed.
“I don’t know what's going on here, but I’m leaving. I didn’t sign up for this,” she mutters as she slips on her jeans.
“Pretty sure you did,” Callie retorts, opening the bottle and adding the chloroform to the rag. “Now, be a good girl and go night-night.”
The girl goes to turn around to face Callie, but Callie is faster. She steps behind her and brings the rag over the girl's mouth.
The girl tries to fight, but my bestie holds on like a koala. After a few seconds, the girl’s body starts to grow limp.
“There we go.” Callie grins down at the body as she lets it drop to the ground. “Thanks for getting her to put her clothes on first.”
“I sure as hell didn’t want to mess with a naked body.”
“Same.” She nods.
Callie goes into the hallway, getting the cleaning trolley, and rolls it to the room. “Help me get her into the trash bag part.”
“At least this will be a lot easier with some help.” I look around. “Here, bring the trolley closer to the couch.” I point to the other empty couch.
Callie does, and we each grab an end of the girl. We step up onto the couch, using it for extra height to lower her into the yellow heavy-duty trash compartment.
“She folds in there nicely,” Callie comments, looking down at the girl. “Okay, you grab the blood, I’ll get her into your dad’s truck.”
“You sure you can do it on our own?” I ask.
“I might be tiny, but I’m strong.” She grins, showing off her arm muscles.
“You are.” I nod, laughing. “Okay. Call me if you need any help.”
“Got it.” She pushes the cart out of the hotel room, leaving me alone with the guys.
I stand over them, watching them sleep for a moment.
“You guys are so cute.” I smile down at them. “I’m glad this worked out this way. One less girl you’ve slept with. But I hope you understand why she has to die.”
Grabbing everything I need from the bags, I start setting everything up.
One by one, I draw blood from each of the guys.
Whatever they took, it must be strong because other than a few twitches, they didn’t move or stir at all.
Once I get the last vial of blood, I place them into the bag and clean up, shoving the trash into the bag as well.
I’m on my way out, stepping over each of their legs to get past them, when I end up tripping over Wesley’s legs, which sends me tumbling right into Sylas’ lap.
My eyes widen in panic when Sylas lets out a grunt. I try to scramble to my feet, but Sylas grabs me. “Where do you think you’re going?” he mumbles, his voice low and husky. My eyes snap up to his to see him looking down at me with sleepy, glazed-over eyes.
“S-sorry,” I stammer.
His lips curve into a lazy grin. “Falling for me, are you?” he asks, making an adorably corny joke. Then his brows furrow. “Lola?”
“Uhh.” My mind goes blank.
“What are you doing here?” he asks me, his words slow and drowsy. “You shouldn't be here. We’re not allowed to touch you.”
“I’m not here. This is all a dream,” I say, getting to my feet.
He snorts. “Then this is the best dream ever,” he groans, his hand moving to his dick as he adjusts himself.
“I should go.”
“Stay.”
“I really should go.” I chew on my lower lip. He’s high out of his mind right now, and can hardly keep his eyes open. I’m hoping he doesn’t remember any of this later, but if he does, then I guess it’s a good thing the girl they originally had here looks a lot like me.
Sylas leans his head back, his eyes heavy-lidded. His hand moves to his jeans, and he starts to undo his zipper.
My eyes lock on his hands, my breathing picking up as arousal floods my system.
“No,” he hums. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I’m not?” I squeak.
He shakes his head slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re going to undress for me. Then you’re going to climb onto my lap and ride me like a good little whore.”
“I am?” This time, my response comes out breathless. My nipples pebble against my bra, an ache growing in my core.
I should be turning around and getting the hell out of here. This could go wrong in so many ways. I don’t know how long this drug will be in their system.
But with the way Sylas is looking at me, like a hungry predator and I’m his prey, I can’t seem to make my feet move.
I lick my lips, my breathing coming in quick, short pants as he shoves his boxers and jeans down his legs and off completely.
He wraps his hand around his thick cock, moaning as he gives it a stroke. I whimper, my thighs clamping together.
“I said to fucking strip,” he groans out the demand. “Now get naked for me.”
You know what? Fuck it. If they wake up and ask what the hell is going on, I’ll say we came by to see them, and Sylas made the advance on me. And who am I to say no?
I’ve yet to have him inside me yet. I want to know what it feels like with no one else watching. Just him and me.
Slowly, I place the bag on the ground. With trembling fingers, I undo my pants and shove them down my legs.
Sylas’ gaze is glued to me as he watches me get naked. Next to go is my shirt, then my bra and panties.
“Fucking shit, look at you,” he curses, moving his hand faster. “You’re fucking gorgeous. So pure and clean.”
“No, I’m not.”
He smirks again, his eyes so red-rimmed and glassy. “I want to leave my mark all over your body,” he moans. “Come here.”
He shifts his body and pats his lap.
I do as he asks, unable to deny him. Gripping his shoulders, I lower to my knees, one on either side of him, straddling his lap.
We’re so close, his face only an inch from mine.
“Want to know a secret?” he murmurs.
“Yes.” I nod, wanting to know everything going on inside his head.
“You’re mine. Even though I can’t have you. I’ll never let another man touch you.”
“You won’t?” I breathe against his lips.
“I’d fucking kill anyone who dares to touch you,” he growls, his breathing growing quicker.
“Then why don’t you claim me as yours?” I ask, my eyes flicking between his.
“Because,” he murmurs. “I’d destroy you. We all would. You’re too good for us, Lola Girl.”
“You don’t know me, Sylas. You’ve never taken the time to get to know the real me.”
His eyes close for a moment, his hand slowing down. Shit, he’s going to pass out again. I need to keep him awake.
Reaching between us, I grab his cock and angle it so that it’s pressed against my soaked entrance. I’m so wet right now, so turned on. I need this, I need him.
Slowly, I lower myself, my fingers digging into his shoulders as his thick cock stretches me open for him.
His eyes open again, lips parting as he groans. “Fuck,” he pants out. “What are you doing?”
“Fucking you,” I tell him as I take him fully inside me.
His glazed eyes lock on mine, and I roll my hips, moaning as a burst of pleasure shoots through me.
“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my hips. “You’re such a dirty little slut. So fucking desperate for my cock. If you want it that bad, then take it,” he growls.
A thrill flutters through me, his demand and dirty words egging me on.
He wants me to fuck him? Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Lips parted, my eyes stay on his as I start to ride him.
With each roll of my hips, the burning need inside me grows hotter and hotter.
My breasts bounce with the motion, my nipples so tight they hurt.
I can’t believe this is happening right now. I’m having sex with Sylas.
Between the sounds he’s making and the way he’s looking at me—like I’m his heaven and he’s my hell—has me moving faster.
I want to make him feel good, to please him, to make him cum.
I want him to fill me up, to mark me as his.
“That's it,” he grunts. “Ride me. Such a dirty fucking whore.” He reaches up, wrapping a hand around my neck. I gasp in surprise when his fingers tighten.
A shiver runs down my spine, my breath nearly getting cut off with how hard he’s gripping me.
His smile turns into a snarl, his hand on my hip gripping me so tightly it’s going to leave bruises.
My nails dig into his skin harder, making him grunt, and his grip on me tightens even more.
Blood pounds in my ears, my breaths coming in little gasps now as I struggle to breathe.
There’s pressure behind my eyes, but the feeling inside my core turns to something more intense.
All my senses are heightened. I can feel every stroke of his cock along my inner walls, the tip hitting my sweet spot perfectly. My swollen clit grinds against him, making my pussy quiver around his shaft.
His breaths come out heavy, more shallow. His nostrils flare as he works me over his cock, forcing me to move faster and faster.
I might be on top, but I’m not the one in charge.
He says nothing as he uses me. The look in his eyes says he’s long gone, lost to his desires.
I’m aware I can’t breathe very well, that my lungs are struggling to get air, and my heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.
But I don’t care.
Watching him come undone for me like this, losing control while he’s inside me. It’s enough to make me cum.
And that's what I do. Everything is too much. All these sensations trying to override the others cause the pressure inside me to explode.