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"Good cop, bad cop?" I smirk.

"More like the insatiable pleasure Dom and the evil sadist with a mysterious soft side, but you get the picture. We're going to ruin her. In all the best ways."

"To corruption, then." I raise my glass.

He mirrors the gesture. "To winning back our perfect little submissive."

Chapter 13

Rhea

I can't stop touchingmy wrists where the rope marks have almost faded completely, phantom sensations of hemp fibers biting into my flesh making me unconsciously press my thighs together. The throw blanket around my legs chafes at my abused skin, fueling the confusion and arousal warring in my blood.

It wasn't Dean.

The thought pokes at my brain for the hundredth time. Everything I experienced tonight for the first time—the sharp anticipation of the pain, the strange kind of pride I felt as I withstood it all, the rush of emotion when I pleased him, pleasedmyself—it was Ethan that guided me through it. The quieter, intense contrast to his forever-smirking brother.

Though they both seem to share a talent for seeing right through me.

I should be furious. I should be filing complaints with the club, calling the police, doing anything except sitting here on the couch replaying every second with shameful longing. But every time I try to summon proper outrage, my mind drifts to how perfectly he read what I wanted. How he seemed to know exactly how far to push me.

My fingers drift to my thighs, finding the raised welts beneath the blanket. Even now, my body responds to the memory with embarrassing eagerness. The way he'd groaned as he pounded into me, telling me how good I was being, how beautifully I took everything he wanted to give me...

"Stop it," I mumble to myself, pulling my hand away. I need to beangry. I need to behorrifiedthat he deceived me, that he orchestrated this whole thing. Instead, I'm squirming on the couch, rubbing my thighs together as heat pools low in my belly.

What does it say about me that the deception almost makes it hotter? I should be ashamed. Not only have I indulged some of my darkest fantasies on two occasions now, but I inadvertently did it withtwomen who don’t care about me at all—the second of whom I let push his way inside me without a second thought.

Hell, I begged for it.

I should be appalled by my own actions.

Instead, I'm fighting the urge to touch myself while remembering how Ethan's eyes burned into mine as he promised this was just the beginning.

A sharp knock at my door sends me jumping nearly a foot off the couch. For a moment, I consider pretending I'm not home. But then there's another knock, more insistent this time.

I pad across the apartment on trembling legs. When I reach the door, I rise onto my tiptoes to peek through the peephole, and my stomach drops straight through the floor.

They'reboththere. Dean and Ethan. Filling the narrow view with their broad shoulders, looking like sin incarnate. My breath catches in my throat as I watch them exchange a look that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Rhea?" The one I think is Dean leans closer to the door. "We know you're home."

I press my forehead against the cool wood, my mind scrambling for how the hell to handle this surprise visit. Natwon't be home for hours yet, thanks to her late shift at the bar, but that also means I'm completely alone in whatever this is about to become.

My fingers hover over the deadbolt as I weigh my options. I could ignore them. I could tell them to leave. I could call the cops and report them for harassment. But deep down, I know I'm going to open this damn door.

The lock clicks as I turn it, and I crack the door open just enough to see them properly. The hallway light catches Dean's chiseled features, throwing that signature smirk into stark relief. Ethan's eyes lock onto mine immediately, that same intense focus from earlier making my knees weak all over again.Thatis how I tell the two apart.

"How did you find out where I live?" I demand, hating how breathy my voice sounds.

Dean's smug grin stretches wider, as if he’s proudly guarding a secret he wishes the whole world knew about. "Rhea, sweetheart… Are you going to make us have this conversation in the hallway?"

I swallow hard, glancing between them. Every instinct screams that letting them in is a terrible idea. But my hand is already moving, pulling the door wider.

They stride inside like they own the place, their presence immediately making the already-modest apartment feel impossibly small. I press myself back against the closed door, watching as they survey my space—the scattered textbooks, Nat’s dirty coffee mugs dotted about, the throw blanket bunched up on the worn couch where I'd been curled up moments ago.

I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly very aware of how exposed I feel in my tank top and pajama shorts. Though, I suppose it’s silly to care. They’ve both already seen me completely naked. The reality stokes some of that anger I wastrying so hard to find earlier. "I told you not to follow me," I force out through clenched teeth.

Dean turns to face me, raising an eyebrow as if he were being admonished by a toddler. Ethan stands utterly still by the window, his silence more unnerving than any words could be.

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