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Get a hold of yourself.

What are you doing?

I almost feel as if something in the air here in Crimson Falls has possessed me.

I’ve never had this kind of reaction to men.

Now I’m melting completely for two of them?

I stay in the bathroom for another ten minutes to flush the heat from my cheeks and let my pupils shrink before I rejoin the men.

I stay silent while they finish their drinks, never letting my eyes meet either of theirs for the rest of the meal, and when Kyrin stands, I nearly bolt from the restaurant to the safety of his car.

Once I’m inside the car, he hands me the keys to start it, telling me he needs a quick minute to speak to Elias alone.

Whatever they discuss gets heated, and I feel for the poor man after the day he’s had dealing with his brother and me, but I avert my eyes when he slides back inside the car and closes his eyes, his head resting on the seat behind him.

The ride home is silent and fraught with an odd tension, and I feel as though I’ve caused it. Guilt eats at me the longer we go without speaking.

I don’t know if they’re fighting over me, but it feels like they are.

I’m single. I can do as I please, but it still doesn’t squash the guilt that I’d kissed Kyrin and then had a moment in the bathroom with Elias. Even though nothing happened with Elias, the wetness still lingering in my panties says otherwise.

There’s no way of untangling the mess of emotions from today, so when I get back to the house, I go straight to my room and crawl into bed, forgoing my nightly dose of something substantial to ward off evil. I try desperately to fall into a pattern of good dreams, since the world around me is beginning to feel like the next dark thing I need to hide from.

I skim my vibrating wand over my clit, and my body arches. I’m desperate, too needy to use any sense.

My breath stutters out of me in rapid, lust-filled huffs.

Elias fills my mind with his surly form.

He’s gliding his hand down the front of his jeans, rubbing it over his thick length, pressing there. “Is this what you want to see? Is this what’ll make you come for me?” he asks, unzipping his pants teasingly.

“Yes,” I moan, my eyes closing, watching the scene behind their canvases, lured there by dark men and even darker deeds.

“Pinch your nipple for me, Seraphine. Feel what I’d do if I were in that room with you!” he groans.

I flick my eyes open, doing as I’m told as I watch him stroke his now free cock, pre-cum beading at its tip.

I press down harder with the wand and arch more on its palpations.

“Come for Elias, beautiful girl,” another voice says beside me.

I turn to find Kyrin next to my head, and I feel my body racing to do just as he told me.

“Yes, petit corbeau. Come for me! Let me see your beautiful pussy weep for me.”

I cry out in ecstasy as the orgasm washes through me, pulsing in long, drawn-out quivers.

I click off the vibrator, flicking my eyes open as I look around the empty room. I’m trying to steady my pulse and realize I’m as alone as I was when I woke from sleep with a throbbing between my thighs and dug through my luggage like a crazed woman to find my toy for relief.

The ghost of the woman who lived here before probably isn’t too keen on what I just did in her bed, but I can’t find an ounce of fucks to give.

I roll over and close my eyes again, finally feeling like sleep can take me into its warm arms because the menacing ache Elias left behind is sated.

Somewhat.

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