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Chuckling, I lift the phone and decide to shoot my shot before we all commit treason against the crown.

Want to come over tomorrow night so I can make you dinner? I’ll pick you up, Mistress. I’ll have my taste and then feed you.

I wait for her reply, biting my lip when she takes a while to respond. While I’m not a virgin, I haven’t had the time to date. Once I founded the Underground and then found my brother five years later, everything else was pushed to the back burner. I’m twenty-seven years old and sweating bullets that I’m coming on too strong to a girl I like.

Mistress: I’m a full meal, Pet. Maybe just feed me dessert.

Fuck me. Now I’m counting the hours until tomorrow night.

Twenty-Two

AYDEN

Is it wrong that I think it’s adorable that my girlfriend has a date? Our last date involved chasing her through the woods… but does that count as a date if we didn’t ask her out?

This is hurting my brain. I need to up my game if Dog Boy is already taking her out on dates. Our lives are so chaotic that the fun things are being put to the side. I want to give her the world.

“Why are you thinking so hard?” my sister asks, curled up in a chair reading. She looks more relaxed than she has since before we were arrested, and I think it’s because she’s realizing that she’s a lot less broken than she thought.

The broken pieces make everything prettier, I think. You can put them back together in whatever way you’d like, and sometimes, never be able to see the cracks.

“I’m afraid I’m a bad boyfriend,” I mumble. I’m pretty sure my ears are red because they feel warm, and I force myself not to call attention to them.

“You are not,” Andrya smirks, putting her book down. “Explain why you think that?”

I don’t care what people typically think about me, but I am a bit embarrassed about this.

“Shouldn’t we take her out on dates, I don’t know, do couple-like things? Dog Boy is taking her out on a date, and I feel as if we’re slacking.” I sigh.

“We should make the effort, you’re right.” She nods. “In a lot of ways, we do. You make sure she has coffee during her period, I curled her hair for her date, Sidney is teaching her self defense. We all have our places in Silla’s life,” she reminds me. “But, if you want to do something special, do it. We all know that life is short, go for it. Don’t feel as if you need to live by someone else’s standards though.”

I nod, standing to check on Silla. Dog Boy will be here soon. Walking over, I ignore my sister’s eye roll. If I want to kiss Silla stupid before she goes on her date, I will.

Knocking on the closed door, I hear a breathy moan as she says to come in. It sounds like someone else had the same idea. Stepping inside, I smirk at Grayson as he looks up from kissing her neck. His hand is stroking her clit under her panties, and she’s still not dressed yet.

Naughty kitten.

“It looks like I should have offered to help you get dressed?” I say, amused. Silla is breathing hard, and I notice that she was in the middle of orgasming when she told me to come in. Grayson pulls his coated fingers out of her panties, sucking on them hard.

“Mmmm. Maybe,” Grayson murmurs. “Falcon is going to be here soon, you can’t go out in your underwear, even though it’s very pretty.”

Andrya and Silla went wild on Cinder’s credit card, and bought Silla cute lingerie. I stare at the lilac bra and panty set as she disappears into the closet to dress, and I sit on the bed next to Grayson.

“Lucky bastard.” I sigh, chuckling as Gray takes his time sucking another finger still coated in her arousal. Now he’s just gloating.

“Falcon is excited for their date, he’s texted me three times already. One was to make sure that the dessert he made would be acceptable to his mistress,” Grayson rumbles softly, sitting on the bed to wait for Silla to dress.

“Dog Boy is kind of adorable. It’s annoying,” I grumble.

Gray snorts at me, and I hear Silla curse under her breath in the closet. The six of us are accumulating a lot of things, so we’re spaced out over three closets. I can’t wait until we’re able to move into a bigger living space. Maybe we can do a little renovating in the castle: one big room and two huge closets for us all. Damn, it’s nice to dream and know it’s all so close to being within our reach.

“Kitten, do you need help?” I ask when I hear her bump into something again.

“I got it!” she says triumphantly, opening the door to step out. Silla is wearing light brown heeled boots that make me want to push her legs over her head and fuck her. My cock thickens in my joggers as my eyes travel up, and I’ve only really seen her shoes.

I’m a psychotic simp for Silla, and I’m not even sorry.

Silla is wearing tights, a brown leather skirt that hits mid thigh, and a cropped lilac, long-sleeved, low cut shirt. Her hair is curled perfectly, makeup is done in a smoky eye, and I want to see if I can smear her mauve lipstick all over my cock.