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Mulling over the pettiness of this facility, I walk back with her. My brother, Ayden, is leaning against the wall with a girl, her leg hooked up on his hip as his lips assault hers. She’s gorgeous with honey blonde hair and ruby lips that are swollen from his kisses. Smirking, I bump Silla’s shoulder, nodding over to them.

“Get a room!” I call out, humor clear in my voice.

My brother grunts his response, his large hands grabbing her ass to pick her up. They’re right outside her door, because he pushes it open, raising his middle finger up high.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Silla gasps, and I wonder how this girl is so innocent. It’ll be fun dirtying her up and corrupting her.

“It’s normal behavior here,” I chuckle. “Fraternization isn’t against the rules here, and all of the women are given birth control implants as part of the intake process.”

Silla stiffens slightly before nodding. “I think I blocked out most of the intake process,” she murmurs. There’s something odd about the way she says it, but I brush it away for now.

Once we’re back in the room, she’s yawning so much, it’s clear she’s tired. Once she’s in bed, I turn out the lights.

“Night, Silla,” I tell her. “Welcome to FRC.”

She hums a response, already beginning to drift off. Giving her exactly twenty minutes, I get out of bed and move to hers. I want to play a little with my fake roommate, maybe get to taste her sweetness. It all depends on how pliant she is when she’s asleep.

I should let the girl sleep, but my control is unraveling. Ayden and I usually throw away our playthings when we’re done with them, but I’m getting obsessed with mine. He’ll be meeting Silla officially tomorrow, and I’m interested to see what he thinks of her too.

Crawling into her bed, I sigh at how warm her body is. Cuddling into Silla’s back slowly, she shifts a little. My hand pushes up her shirt, and I follow her ribs up, using my knuckles to rub against her heavy breasts.

Silla’s breath hitches, and I kiss her neck. “Who… Andrya…? What’s…”

I don’t allow her to finish as I gently, insistently pull on her nipple. She’s so responsive as she whimpers, pushing her perfect ass against me as she writhes.

“I have a problem sleeping alone,” I murmur, moving my hand to tease her other side. “I’ve always hated it, and my hands tend to roam. Is this a problem?”

Her breath is short, and I listen for signs of distress. As fucked up and deviant as I am, I would never force myself on anyone.

Playing with the band of her pants, I push my fingers under when I get the small whimper I’ve been waiting for.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my hand sliding under her pants and underwear. “I wonder, are you wet for me? Your blushes are so pretty, it makes me want to know what else turns that color.”

“I… oh my God, please,” Silla chokes out as I appreciate how soft and smooth she is here too. Crooking my fingers, I lazily glide them through her wet core. “I’ve never…”

“Hmm, that’s okay,” I tell her, finding her clit and pressing down as I rub. “I want you to come apart in my arms, can you do that?”

Turning her onto her back, I go to kiss her, but she avoids my lips. Knowing when I’m pushing my luck, I lick down her neck. She tastes sweet, and as she continues to perfume the air with her pussy, I faintly smell jasmine. I want to eat her straight from the source, but I can tell Silla is still half asleep.

While I’m sucking and gently nipping her breasts, she moans and shivers. Pushing a single finger inside of her, I marvel at how damn tight she is. Pushing her pants down her hips, I crook the finger I’m fucking her with, reveling in the mewl she releases.

Silla’s thighs are shaking, and I kiss down her body. “Sweet girl, you’re so close, aren’t you?”

“Yes… ohhh. Please, right there. This can’t be real, right?”

Smirking, I shake my head. “If this wasn’t a dream,” I lie, “my head would be between your legs, and I would be making you ride my face.”

My dirty words and continued rubbing at her clit makes her fist the sheets as she gasps, shuddering as she comes for me. Grinning, I kiss her cheek, lazily fixing her pants as I cuddle her back.

“Why…?” Silla whispers groggily, already drifting back into the deep sleep I barely raised her from.

“I don’t know what you mean, beautiful. You’re still asleep, and I’m just the roommate who wanted a snuggle,” I tease her.

Her breath evens out so quickly, I wonder if she’ll remember me at all. I wasn’t lying when I said I hated sleeping alone, so I lie next to her, bringing my still Silla-drenched fingers to my mouth to suck them clean. Fuck, I’m not going to be able to walk away. She’s just going to have to deal with hating me. But that’s okay, hate sex is hot as fuck.

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At five in the morning,my eyes open, the way they always do. The breakfast warning bell will be going off in an hour, and I plan to be gone before then. Sitting up, I look down at Silla.