Page 34 of Breaking Sanity

Baron shoots me a deadly look for even threatening that. I know damn well that unless she truly steps out of line with me I am not allowed to touch her, but I want to. Neither him nor Gunner will do anything about that mouth of hers. No matter what they say, both have a brat kink from hell. Alley is their perfect brat. Any hope I had of them completely taming the bitch is out the window right now.

“Well unfortunately for you, I am a piranha and I will bite your dick off the second it touches my tongue.”

“Vaughn,” Baron steps in my way of getting to her. “If you wish to stay, I am asking you to please remain silent.”

“Fine,” I grit, taking a step back.

“Now, where were we,” he starts again. “How’d you sleep?”

Still no response. The sign that Baron is getting annoyed is the slight clenching of his fist. Alley catches the movement and the corner of her mouth slightly lifts. It quickly drops as he sits uncomfortably close to her. He swiftly grips her knee, spreading her legs, and places his hand under the robe. She just gasps but doesn’t make any move to stop him. Based on the slight movement in his arm and her hitch in breath, he is tracing her slit. It’s a warning that she either talks or else. It’s a strange tactic for Baron, but Alley isn’t the normal prisoner.

“Talking to you doesn’t seem like it would have any benefit for me.” She finally acknowledges him.

“Why do you believe that?”

“The state of my roommate.” Alley throws daggers from her eyes at me.

“Ah, sweet Annie. I miss her voice.”

“See there is nothing good that comes from opening up to you.”

“Annie’s fate wasn’t from my doing. I wasn’t the one with the knife.”

“Semantics,” she grumbles.

She takes a sharp breath, telling me he’s entered at least one finger. Her eyes turn to slits glaring at Baron. His arm starts to slowly move back and forth.

“Don’t,” she snaps, finally trying to close her legs and push my brother away.

“Then answer my questions.”

“I slept great. Like a baby.”

“Don’t lie to me, Kukla.” His arm jerks forward. Probably adding a finger in the process because she lets out a small whimper.

“It wasn’t terrible, considering the circumstances.” She tries to keep her tone even.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

“Besides being a little cold,” shooting me another dirty look before looking back at Baron. “And your fingers unwelcome intrusion, I am doing okay.”

Baron removes his hand and places three glossy fingers to her lips. “Now open up and suck. If you bite, it won’t be my fingers invading that sweet cunt of yours.”

She does as he instructs her to.

“Good girl,” he praises, moving back towards his desk. “Now let’s begin. How did you develop that talent of yours?”

“My dad.”

“So he molested you?”

“No.”

“Elaborate.”

“He didn’t molest me.”

“Who did?”