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“Will you let me chase you in the woods and fuck you if I catch you?” Gray asks, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. He’s so nonchalant, and it’s the perfect question, because Silla’s lips twitch.

“Yes. You’ve been itching to chase me,” she says. “I also think it may be fun. Is this a group activity or just you and me?”

“Oh, I want it to happen several times,” he says with a wide predatory smile. This is a side of Grayson that we don’t often get to see, since he’s so often our voice of reason. “The first time, I think I want it to be just us.”

“Yes. Yes, please,” Silla whispers, biting her lip. She shifts, wincing, and I know it’s cramps. I don’t even wait to be told, I get up to grab the cream Sidney made her for pain.

Placing it in front of her, I bask in her relieved smile as she applies it along her stomach. I don’t know what it does, but it definitely relaxes her. Soon, the lines on her face are no longer pinched.

“What is a hard limit?” Andrya asks, leaning forward. “I don’t like to be approached from behind unless I know who it is. So the guys all say my name before touching me.”

Nodding, Silla says, “I can make sure I do the same. Anal is a hard limit right now. All I can think is that it’ll hurt. I wasn’t terribly experienced before we were all arrested, so it’s kind of ruined things for me. I can do fingers maybe, but everything else…”

Silla shudders, and my eyes widen. Fuck. I know this is needed, but I hate seeing her in pain. Isaac is closest to her, and runs his thumb over her hand gently. Taking a deep breath, she opens her eyes that I’m sure she doesn’t remember closing.

“What is one thing you want to explore, Andrya?” Silla asks weakly.

“Sex at all.” She winces. “Sidney made me have an orgasm while I was watching you and Ayden, and that was really hot, but I haven’t done much else.”

“That’s fine,” Silla says gently with a smile. “There’s no hurry. We’ll work up to whatever you want to do.”

“Okay,” Andrya says, blinking quickly. The nightmares have slowed, but the scars still lay deep within us all. I hadn’t been able to really think about sex myself, either, until Silla came back into our lives.

We all thought we’d always be broken. My cock proudly has Silla’s name drawn on it, because it will always belong to her. I’m attracted to men, but my cock misses her. She is the reason that I temper my insanity now.

I feel like pulling off the wings of pretty things much less now.

“What is something that you want to try in the bedroom?” I rasp, clearing my throat quickly. I wanted this to be an easy conversation, but the truth is that it isn’t.

“Me? I want to ride someone’s face while I’m fucked from behind.” Silla grins. “I also want to suck cock while I’m doing that. Andrya, maybe I can ride your face, Baby, and we can work on some things together.”

This woman… It may sound silly to want to kiss Silla as she talks about having sex with your sister, but this is also about helping to heal her. I want to make sure that the poison we are spiking everyone’s food with in the castle will include the fuckers who tortured us all for months. They should rot in hell, painfully.

“Yes, please,” Andrya says, sounding as if her throat is dry. Like the good brother that I am, I fill a glass with water and hand it to her. Smiling in thanks, she takes a sip.

“How are you and Isaac doing, Grayson?” Silla asks. I’m keeping track of the number of questions, but my girl is really going for the throat. It’s difficult to be in a poly relationship, but to also survive a traumatic experience together and salvage those relationships isn’t always likely.

Isaac and Gray had a rocky few months. Isaac bent over backward to be whatever Grayson needed, but their easy friendship really took a blow.

“We’re better, I think,” Gray rumbles, cutting a glance at Isaac to confirm.

“We are. It’s just that we had just started exploring our relationship and then we were all convicted of treason.” Isaac sighs, rubbing under his eyes. “Then, when we were released, it almost felt wrong to continue without you. The color of life bled out.”

“Yeah,” Sidney mutters. “I didn’t even want to be outside with the plants without you. Silla, you are our glue. I know life isn’t a picnic right now as we work to dethrone the Queen, but we need you.”

“You mean, as we commit mass murder?” Silla snarks. “There’s not one person who we’ve earmarked for death that has a redeeming quality, so I don’t have an ounce of remorse for them. There’s no other way I can see to be able to remove Cinder from the throne.”

“A clean sweep is the best way,” Sidney agrees shrewdly. “We can analyze who is left that is corrupt afterward and move forward with a plan.”

“How do you feel about spanking?” Isaac asks, changing the subject.

Thinking about it makes goosebumps ride over her skin. “I shouldn’t like it after everything but—”

“What you like or dislike shouldn’t be quantified like that. It doesn’t make you wrong to like certain things in the bedroom, no matter how depraved you may worry that it is,” I explain. “We always want to ensure that all parties consent, and that’s enough.”

“Answer Isaac’s question, and then I have one,” Grayson says intently, his blue eyes on Silla.

“I like being spanked and punished by you still,” she murmurs. “It helps me find my center when I’m really panicking or upset.”