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“Every escalation of our Cor—” he fights the word—“sessionswas at Anex’s hand. He encouraged me, he gave me the strap, he pushed you to the brink so you’d come to me begging for absolution.”

“Did you give her absolution?” Silas asks.

“Thereisno absolution,” Levi says. “Not in Anex’s world. It’s all a façade.”

Silas turns to me. “If he didn’t give you absolution, whatdidhe give you?”

I think about those sessions. The welts he left on my back side that left me dripping with want so intense that Elon had to fuck it out of me. The night Levi cut me with the knife and then fucked me with the handle, bringing me to one of my most intimate and intense orgasms. I didn’t just take the Corrections because I deserved it. I took them because I craved it.

“Relief,” I say. “Because I have this emptiness in the pit of my stomach all the time. A hollowness that is only filled by my love for all of you. Every time I’m with one of you I feel more complete. Steadier.” I look at Levi. “And when you bring me to the edge like that, I feel like I can fly.”

“Are you sure that’s not just old habits making you say that?” Levi asks.

I shake my head. “Areyousure that by asking me all of these questions you aren’t just falling intoyourold habits?” The question seems to stun him. Shock him on an innate level. “I think you’re doing all of this because you don’t want to accept how much you liked our sessions. You liked them, not because Anex told you to do it, but because you got off on it.”

He rushes me, slamming me into the wall. The impact hurts, but it’s the good kind of hurt. The only sound is my heaving breath when he says, “Why are you doing this to me? My brain is finally clearing, and you’re trying to drag me back in!”

“I don’t want to drag you anywhere, Levi.” His hands have my wrists pinned and the look in his eye is dark and feral. “I just want to be us. The real us.”

“I’m afraid of what I’ll do to you if I’m allowed to go untethered.”

“I trust you. Unequivocally, but Silas will keep you from going too far, won’t you?” I look over at him and he looks more awake than he has been in days. Helping makes Silas feel good, like he has a purpose, and if anyone can get us through this, it’s him.

“I will,” he agrees. “If this is what you both want.”

His promise makes the tension in Levi’s shoulders unwind, but he doesn’t release me.

“I don’t want to punish you because you’re a bad girl,” Levi says, his green eyes darkening a shade, “I want to tease and taunt you because you’re sexy as hell.” His hand runs up my shirt, fingers splayed over my stomach. “I want to bring you to the edge, make you cry out in pain and desire because it makes me so fucking hard I can barely see.”

My belly drops and warmth spreads between my legs. “Yes, please.”

His mouth hovers barely an inch from mine. I can feel his breath and I’m dying to kiss him, to feel his tongue in my mouth, but he steps back, removing his hand, his warmth. Crushed, I think maybe he’s not into this after all.

Then I look down and see the hard line of his erection pressing against the front of his pants.

“Strip,” he says, matter of fact. I glance at Silas who does nothing but watch quietly. Dropping my hands to the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head and stand before them in nothing, but my panties. The room is chilly. Exposed. My nipples tighten from both the air and anticipation. We’re playing a dangerous game, one where an agent could walk out at any moment. The idea shoots adrenaline down my spine.

He sits back in his chair, hand shifting his erection. “Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

He leans back. “Show me.”

Hooking my fingers in the sides of my panties, I pull them down. The crotch is damp. He holds out his hand and I give him the panties. He runs his fingers over the wet spot and presses it to his nose.

“Fuck,” Silas mutters, shifting next to me. Levi’s eyes flick to his friend, a coy smirk toying at his lips.

“Touch her.”

Silas follows his friend’s direction, his hand gliding down my hip, fanning over my pussy, and dipping between my legs. He feels around and my hand grabs his shoulder, bracing myself. He holds up his fingers. “Soaked.”

Levi nods. “Spread her legs. I want to see her scars.”

Silas drops to his knees, grazing his knuckle against my clit as he parts my thighs. I suck in air and my knees instinctively try to slam together, but he keeps them apart. His thumb brushes gently over the pale scars on my inner thighs.

“How did it feel when I gave you those?” Levi asks.

“Good.” My belly flutters at both the memory and Silas’ face being so close to the hot pulsing nerves between my legs. “A rush. A release.”