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“I’m… oh gods, I’m close,” Silla gasps, her breaths getting shorter and shorter.

“Good girl. Reach down and play with yourself while I abuse your pretty little pussy. We can watch in the mirror as you break for me in all of the best ways,” I murmur, licking her neck to suck on her wild pulse.

Not hesitating, my gorgeous little cock slut rubs her clit determinedly. One hand on her hip and the other holding her hair, I fuck her hard. Silla begs and moans so prettily as her legs start to tremble. She really is so damn close.

Her dark raven hair contrasts well with my lighter color in the mirror, her head thrown back in pleasure. I can feel the build in pressure in my back, the sharp edges almost painful, begging for me to come.

“Pet, come for me. I’m going to paint the walls of your pussy with my cum. Get there with me,” I growl. My balls are drawing up and I grunt before I’m exploding inside of her.

The feeling of my cock pulsing triggers her, and she shudders as she comes with me. Chests heaving, I hold her tightly to me, because her body is practically boneless.

“Did I manage to fuck the brat out of you?” I tease, kissing her forehead.

Giggling, she shakes her head. “You have to do better than that,” she says with a smile.

Slowly helping her up, I stand to grab some paper towels. Carefully helping her clean up, we get dressed and clean up the mats with the spray bottles of sanitizer available. Somehow, I doubt that’s what the planned use was for them.

We were loud, and I wonder if they could hear us at all. Linking my fingers in hers, we walk out, but it’s exceptionally loud in the main room. Relaxing, we walk out, as I don’t see Mark anywhere.

“You’re really good at sparring,” I tease Silla, making her blush.

“I have had a really great teacher,” she says with a smirk. “I want to know that I can protect myself. Too many people think they can paw at me without permission. I’m getting pretty damn tired of it.”

“What do you think of carrying a knife with you?” I ask, frowning. It’s true that we’re typically with her, but I want her to feel safe. “I can teach you some weapons training…”

Blowing out a breath, she snuggles against me in Ayden’s sweatshirt. “I think I’d like that. We don’t know what’s ahead of us. Thank you.”

The walk takes a bit longer back, but it’s nice to just chat with Silla. Sitting on the front steps of the apartment building is a man in a hooded sweatshirt. It looks like he may have black hair but it’s difficult to say.

Silla slows her steps as she sees him, and I look between them. Does she know him?

Rising as he sees her, he drops to his knees, crawling to her. I watch interested, because anyone willing to crawl to my beautiful girl, clearly isn’t wishing to harm her.

“Is this what you wanted, Mistress?” he asks, and I realize who he is. Well, it looks like this man just leveled up. The ball is in her court now.

Fifteen

KENZO

I’m a dick, and I don’t mind humiliating myself if I need to. Silla looks surprised as she stares down at me, her sea-green eyes darker than I remember in the afternoon light. I see a hint of hurt, confusion, and anger.

“I should chain you to the stairs and leave you here,” she mutters, the color high in her cheeks.

“It’ll borrow too much attention,” the man next to her grunts. Is this one of her many boyfriends? Was she serious about that?

Forbach isn’t fussy about convention outside of the royal circles. You love who you love, and you can even marry them all as well. I don’t know when she would have the time to date this many people though.

Down, bad Kenzo. Fuck, when did I get so damn judgey?

“I guess you’re coming inside then.” Silla sighs. “I’m not feeding you, though.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I murmur, watching as she shivers.

The man next to me snorts, his hand firmly on her back. “I may have some collars, Pet, if you want him to sit at your feet,” he says as they start to walk past me.

Fuck, it looks like I’m committing to this. Standing, I walk behind them as they head inside. The man with her, I learn is named Sidney. I don’t remember him being part of the castle’s inhabitants at all, and I thoroughly researched who has been in and out of that building over the last year.

I haven’t paid much attention to those who came into the castle as prisoners, though, because I figured they were all dead men and women walking. I may have been a little premature in this decision after Silla told Kal and I on two separate occasions that she was tortured by the queen.