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CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

LEX

“She’s changing.” Aiden comments, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, almost in amusement. Yet, there’s no mistaking the darkness stirring behind his words. “She’s growing bolder.”

“Maybe she’s more like her sister than we thought,” I comment. “Their likeness is uncanny.”

Aiden bristles at my side. A silent warning.

We have an unspoken rule not to talk about her, and I know better than to break it.

After seeing Erin’s reaction when we mentioned Sarah, it’s made me question how much she really knows.

We thought she may have an inkling about what happened, considering she always follows Daddy’s rules, but she seems oblivious.

That, or she doesn’t want to face the damage she caused.

“Look,” Aiden says, drawing our attention back to the present situation. “She’s asking for trouble…”

We watch them from our vantage point. Erin and Robert Gilsmear.

We know all about him and his friendship with Acacia.

He, like many others, knows about the experiments and does nothing to stop them.

As long as he keeps getting Sunnycrest’s business, Gilsmear is happy.

Cash is all he cares about, making it easy for him to overlook how he’s providing the equipment that fuels Acacia’s depravity.

Eli clenches his fists. “We can’t let him?—”

“No,” Aiden insists firmly, grabbing Eli’s arm to stop him from charging across the golf course and tearing Gilsmear apart. “This is what she wants.”

“But he’s touching her,” Eli says, shaking in rage.

His obsessive need for her rises to the surface. The feeling’s mutual. We all want to rip Gilsmear’s dick off. But this is only the start…

Eli has never been patient, though. When he has something in his sights, he won’t let it go.

It becomes his everything. He has obsessive compulsive disorder, but his troubles run deeper than that.

Every single one of his twisted thoughts is now focused on her.

She’s become his very reason for existence.

We’re all obsessive when it comes to her.

Although, unlike Eli, Aiden and I can keep ourselves in check.

Eli says too much. He’s unpredictable and lets his emotions get the better of him. He shouldn’t have mentioned Sarah.

“Let him dirty our toy,” I say in a cavalier way. “She is playing games. Taunting us. Look at how her ass is rubbing up against his shriveled old cock. She’s frothing over him, begging for it.”

While I don’t want him touching our little ghost, it gives me a reason to punish her.

We’ve made our intentions clear. Her breaking our rules justifies me breaking her.

After this, Aiden might finally allow me more time alone with her.

The virgin princess is turning out to be the dirty whore I knew she was.

“Lex,” Aiden warns in a low growl, knowing I’m encouraging Eli. “Enough.”

Aiden controls his emotions better than anyone. After everything Acacia put him through, it’s a miracle he has any emotions at all. But he’s possessive. He likes to claim what is his, and Erin is marked.

“But she’s ours,” Eli objects. “All fucking ours.”

Although we’d always planned to use Erin to get what we want, I never expected her to turn into an obsession. Her stumbling right into our laps at Sunnycrest was a lucky twist of fate. That was the universe’s way of begging us to take her. She is our payment.

“And this doesn’t change a thing,” Aiden says. He turns his phone to proudly display his screensaver. Little Ghost on her knees . His cum drips down her cheeks like tears, and her lips are parted in a silent moan, begging to receive every drop. “See? We own her.”

“Maybe I can remind her of the fact?” I suggest.

“We’ll see,” Aiden says.

That’s progress.

Gilsmear gyrates his hips, spilling dirty cream in his tartan pants over our girl.

Fuck, she’ll need punishing real good for this.

If I had my way, I’d kill him, then fuck her against the tree and choke her until she begs me to stop.

I’d keep going until she passes out, before showering her in my cum. My cock swells at the thought.

Erin’s head swivels around. In that split-second, I see her intentions. She’s not a rabbit in the headlights. She’s laying a trap with her body. She wants this—not him rubbing all over her, her disdainful look makes that clear—but she’s looking for something. Us.

Eli lunges, his weight crushing a twig underfoot.

“I said no,” Aiden hisses.

“But—” Eli argues.

The look on Aiden’s face makes him whimper and shut up. Aiden makes the rules. That’s how it has to be. He’s the only reason we survived in Sunnycrest and made it out with a shred of our sanity. Well, that’s arguable…

“She belongs to us,” Aiden says, his jaw clenching in determination, the way it always does when he’s making a point. “And we’ll show her that tonight.”

“How?” I ask.

Aiden hunts around in his pocket and produces a pill bottle. Before leaving the asylum, we raided the medical supply closet. The orderlies aren’t the only ones who have access to drugs. We know the combinations for every cabinet in the asylum.

I inspect the label and grin. After drugging her with these babies, she’ll be at our mercy. Our toy to play with. Putty in our hands. Ours. All fucking ours.

We withdraw into the shadows again, watching as our little ghost readies herself for the game.

She fanned the flames. The question is, can she withstand the inferno?