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When Kenzie drops my grasp, his eyes lift to Bastian. “Two rooms?” he asks.
I answer yes at the same time as he answers, “One.”
Kenzie’s brown eyes catch the moonlight, twinkling in mirth as he looks from Bastian to me and then back to Bastian.
“New rules,” he says curtly, staring me down as if challenging me to protest in front of his colleague. I’m peeved but say nothing, giving him the smallest of nods to show that I understood.
“You can stay in Doc’s old room,” Kenzie offers.
He leads us up the road, a large rectangular building appearing like a mirage in the middle of the forest. The closer we get, the louder the voices and music become. My throat tightens, not particularly ready to meet a mass of strangers who, by the sound of it, are quite rowdy. Luckily, Kenzie walks us around the left side of the building and away from the noise. Opening a side door, we follow him down a darkened hallway, eventually unlocking a door near the end.
“Not much, but it’ll do,” Kenzie says, pointing to the room with a flash of a smile, then handing the key to Bastian.
He grunts a “Thanks,” herding me inside, and then closes the door on Kenzie without even a goodbye.
“See you in the morning, ya cunt!” I hear through the door, and then footsteps fading away.
“You don’t have to be so rude all the time,” I say, while I drop my bags on the floor, taking in the small room and decor.
Kenzie was right, there is not much to look at. A dilapidated white dresser to my right, a yellowing calendar with a naked woman on the cover hanging askew atop it, a nightstand with a light, and a bed to my left that barely seems big enough to fit two people. The door in the back is ajar, and through it I see the bathroom.
“He’s used to it,” he says with a bored shrug, dropping down onto the mattress.
“And what wasthatall about?” I say crossing my arms, still standing in the middle of the room.
Bastian’s face is serious when his dark eyes begin to slowly slide up my body, his gaze lingering on my hat for a few seconds and then back down to lock eyes with mine. “What?”
“New rules,” I say with a petulant lilt to my voice, repeating what he told me earlier.
Bastian’s slow curl of his lip is anything but amusing. “You don’t understand this place, Luce. I can’t protect you if they think you’re fair game.”
It takes a few seconds for me to connect the dots, but when I do, anger blasts through me leaving me breathing that much heavier.
I narrow my eyes. “This sounds a lot like you’re trying to protect my virtue,” I scoff, stepping forward, my arms still crossed tightly over my chest. “Or staking your claim, when I never asked you to.”
Bastian lets out a dry laugh, his head falling down and to the side for a few seconds before he’s up on his feet, stalking toward me. Startled, I step backwards until my back hits the dresser, his arms trapping me.
“You have no idea what the fuck you’re saying, Lucy,” he says darkly.
I match his burning gaze, trying to stand my ground. “Stop saying that,” I say a little too quietly.
He stays silent, his glare only intensifying. “You think if I truly staked my claim there’d be any doubt in your mind?”
One of his hands flicks my hat off my head, his fingers finding my nape, fisting my hair. I swallow the shocked gasp traveling up my throat, my heart beating wildly against my ribs. His other hand then travels down to my shorts, his fingers unfastening the button with a hard tug, and before I can even catch my breath, he thrusts his hand down my panties. His fingers find my clit, stroking me with slow deliberate care, while his eyes are still stripping me bare.
My mouth falls open on a silent whimper but I say nothing, transfixed by Bastian’s ability to control my every thought with his body, his hips pushing me into the dresser. “Sweet little Luce wants to be fair game. Is that it?” he says tauntingly.
“That is not… that’s not what…” But I forget what I’m even saying when Bastian travels down my slit, slowly but forcefully pushing two of his fingers inside of me, and then circling them around while deep inside. This time, my moan is nowhere near quiet, his hips continuously grinding against me, the hard curve of his cock pressing into my hip. His face falls closer to mine, his lips barely grazing the column of my neck. “Make that sound again, and I’ll put a baby in you. Really stake my claim,” he groans next to my ear.
I would not expect his words to have such an effect on me but my inner walls squeeze around Bastian’s fingers, my palms clambering against the dresser behind me for something to hold. His chuckle is lewd, and all I want is to hear it again and again.
In the span of a blink, he’s off me, taking a few steps back, his typical apathetic glare slipped back into place. “I’m going out for a smoke, lock the door after I leave,” he mutters.
He stalks out of the room, the door closing behind him.
After a few seconds, I force my body to relax and peel myself off the dresser. My mind clambers to make sense of what just happened. Slowly, I strip down to my underwear and bra, the drag of my clothes on my heightened sensitive skin sending shivers down my arms and legs. I ache for release but do nothing about it, too rattled by our latest interaction. I try to stay awake, but exhaustion overtakes me, falling asleep before I hear Bastian come back into the room.
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