Page 37 of Deviant Obsession

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I meet his gaze steadily, acting for all the world like I don’t really give a damn. "Alright. I'll tell you exactly how your perfect little submissive bloomed as I hurt her."

I pour two fingers of scotch into crystal lowballs, buying time to organize my thoughts. "She looked terrified at first, just like you said. When I showed her the cane, she looked like she might pass out. But not one part of her looked like she was bracing to run either."

Dean's fingers flex around his glass as he takes it from me. "Go on."

"But once I got going, she melted completely." The memory sends an immediate heat through my veins. "It was like she'd been waiting her whole life for someone to take control. She was putty in my hands—or beneath my toys, I should say."

I watch the muscle in Dean's jaw work as he processes this. His anger at being beaten to the proverbial finish line hasn't fully dissipated, but something else burns in his eyes now. Something hungry.

“I saw that too… It’s like she had no idea she’d been craving submission before she let herself fall into it.”

I hum my agreement as I take a slow sip of scotch. "So fucking innocent. Like every touch was a revelation. I know the look… She didn’t know she’d enjoy the pain, and then all of a sudden, shecravedit. She told me after that she found it ‘cathartic.’ Isn’t that textbook, no? And when I ate that sweet little pussy, she whimpered my name—your name—like a prayer."

"Did she beg?" His voice is rough, caught somewhere between jealousy and want.

"Of course." I lean back against the desk, letting a slight smirk tug at my lips. "I know you taught her to do that."

“Of course,” Dean mutters, staring fixedly into his glass. “At first, I just wanted to hear it from her. Have her admit that I had the power, like with any other girl. But when I heard it once, I needed to hear it again and again. I don’t know what it is about her, butshewas the one with the real power in that room. My head’s been fucked all week.”

I finish my scotch as his confession lingers uncomfortably in the silence. I know only too well how he feels. Rhea has that innocent naivete about her that could drive any Dom wild. "The craziest part is, she genuinely doesn’t have a clue.” I eventually say out loud. “She’s only just learning all this about herself, let alone what she’s doing tous.The girl has depths, brother. Dark, delicious depths just waiting to be explored."

Dean sets his glass down beside me with deliberate care before looking up at me from beneath lowered brows. "And you think you've earned the right to explore them?"

"I think she's too perfect a canvas to waste on just one artist. Imagine what we could do with all that potential.Together. She needs my brand of dominance just as much as she needs yours."

I can see him considering it—the way we could shape her, mold her, and turn her into our perfect shared creation.

"I guess we could have… But she ran," he finally says.

"Of course she did. That was a shitty time and place for the truth to come out.” I push away from the desk and clap him on the shoulder. "But that doesn't mean she won't come back. Not when she's had a taste of what we can offer. Unless you're still planning to kill me for touching your toy."

Dean's lips twist into something almost like a smile. "I haven't decided yet."

But I can see it in his eyes. It’s the same dark excitement building that I feel. Because we both recognize what we've found in Rhea. Something rare. Somethingaddictive.

Something worth sharing if it means we both get to keep it.

I pour us both another drink as he mulls over this unexpected turn of events. When my brother speaks again, I can hear the cogs whirring in his brain. He’s plotting how to get her back where we want her.

"So, you really think she wasthatinto the pain? I didn’t take her for a hardcore masochist. Definitely not hardcore enough to meet your standards."

I remember with a slight grin the way she arched into each strike I gave her, how her breath caught as she braced for the next. "I wasn’t certain that she was, but I guess she proved us both wrong. She did so much better than I expected for a total newbie. I could have gone harder, but I figured I’d leave her wanting more."

"Clever." He nods slowly. “I should reach out to her tonight. Or go to her apartment so she can’t just ignore her phone. If Iplay it right, maybe I can convince her we’re not the worst guys on the planet.Maybe.”

"You’re gonna say what, exactly? ‘Sorry my twin fucked you while you thought he was me, would you be down to keep playing with us both?’" I can't keep the sarcasm from my voice. My brother thinks he could talk his way out of Guantanamo if the need ever arose.

"Course not. We should tell her the truth. Part of it, anyway." His expression turns calculating. "That you’re sorry for lying to her, and that, if she’s interested—which we know she is—we both want to continue her training."

The word 'training' sends a familiar thrill through me. "You think she's ready for that level of commitment?"

"I think she's been ready since the first time she walked in here. Probably much longer than that." Dean leans forward, swirling his drink again as his eyes go distant. "The way she responds to authority, craves approval... She needs this. Whether she knows it or not. I’ll be damned if I wait for her to go find it elsewhere."

I keep my face carefully unmoved at that. But in truth, the idea of Rhea kneeling for some other random guy makes my blood boil.

Sue me, I’m a fucking hypocrite.

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