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Helping Silla stand, because her legs are mush, I give Bella a withering look. I wish I could enjoy watching my cum drip out of Silla’s pussy, but being an asshole takes precedence. I don’t want her bullying my girl.

“You should probably take a page from her, and work harder on your rhythm. Bella, I swear you sound like a dying pig when you come,” I snark. Okay, I’m lying. She had the cutest breathy noises, but I’ve moved on from the life of a whore.

I’m a one woman man now. Though I’m not against a man sucking me off once in a while. Fuck, and now I’m getting hard again. Even adjusting my clothing as I rise doesn’t change the ire in my eyes as Bella shrinks away from me.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

The assets are getting dressed again, and Silla has a private smile on her lips as she goes commando. Picking up her ruined panties, I shove them in my pocket. Today is going in my spank box.

My sister and Sidney are breathing hard, but completely dressed, almost as if nothing happened. Chuckling under my breath, I can see that Silla is definitely shaking things up.

Twenty-Four

SIDNEY

Ithink I’m still shaky from coming as I watched Silla bounce on Ayden’s cock. The look of rapture as she let go was incredible, and it was an added bonus that Andrya doesn’t care that my eyes were on them. Fuck, she couldn’t stop herself from being a voyeur either.

Blowing out a breath, I walk through the facility to find Silla after lunch. We had an earlier class time today, because Andrya has several video chat meetings with the Queen’s Mission. I loathe that they’re pushing us so hard, but the reality is that this group of assets aren’t ready for field work yet.

I can’t push my class standards any more than they already are. We are a little over a month into the program, and I could maybe make them ready in four more months. I’ll have to push everyone really hard.

Blah, I refuse to think about this right now. There’s a beautiful, raven-haired woman that I need to see right now, so I take a chance by heading to the Warden’s office. Silla mentioned that they are starting to have lunch again, which I’m glad about. I’ve been worried about the weight she’s been losing.

Silla is just leaving the office when I arrive, and looks stunning. She didn’t have time to put on new panties, and since the ruined ones are still in Ayden's pocket, I know she’s bare right now.

“Hello Pet,” I murmur, stepping in the way of her path so she bumps into me. We really need to get her to watch where she’s going.

“Sidney?” Silla looks up, and she takes my breath away. I won’t ever tell anyone this, but she makes me want to be more romantic. I want to give her all the comforts I can, even in this cursed place.

“Yes, I came to see if you wanted to take a walk outside with me? I’m headed to the greenhouse, but I need my helper,” I tease. The stunning and hopeful smile on her face makes me want to be a much better person than I am.

This woman deserves the world, but also makes me want to burn it down if she asked me to.

“Yes, that sounds amazing,” Silla breathes, and the Warden peeks his head around the corner of his door.

“It’s colder than it has been, though it won’t affect the greenhouse. Will you still run by your room to change?” he asks.

The new uniforms finally came in, but for some reason Silla is wearing the tiny shorts and top from the older uniform. Most people in Section B have been happy with the pants and long-sleeved top. Even if the women’s tops are low cut.

“Oh? Yes, I forgot about this,” she mutters as she looks down. “I guess I need to make sure Isaac changes out his uniforms for me.”

It slipped my mind that she stayed with the Warden, but this makes sense. Silla dislikes getting dirt on her knees, so a wardrobe change it is.

“Come along then, so we can swing by your room,” I chuckle indulgently. I usually dislike changing my plans, but I don’t care with her.

Waving goodbye to Grayson, we walk in the opposite direction of the greenhouse. I suppose this is as good a time as ever to see how she is. As we turn down an empty hallway, I slide the back of my hand down hers.

“How are you doing after class?” I ask her softly. Sex is just sex for everyone else in Section B, but I know it means more for her.

“It… was kind of hot,” Silla murmurs, biting her full, pink lip.

“Yeah? Tell me more,” I coo. I like taking care of her, bringing her out of her shell. She was a fucking goddess today.

“I like being watched,” she says softly, and I know it’s because she’s worried about being overheard. Walking faster, I throw open her door, pulling her in.

“Really?” I ask, sitting on her bed. “Change and talk, Kitten. I need your words today.”

Rolling her eyes at me, she pulls her shirt over her head. My dick twitches, and I remind myself that I’m not here to fuck her.