Page 9 of Regressive

“Who told you to wear that outfit? My father?”

God. Gross. “No.”

“Silas?”

Maybe he’ll go away if I answer. “Elon.”

“Did he now?” I don’t have to see him to know the expression on his face. That his lips curve into a mix of cruel and amused. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me against his body. I don’t trust the intimacy. I don’t trust him.

“Yes. He took me shopping and brought me clothes that he thought you would like.”

His fingers tug at the lace of my panties, thumb dipping underneath. I suck in a breath of air. “I bet he liked them, too. Did he touch you?”

I swallow and stare at the spider.

“He did, didn’t he? You know, we’ve always liked the same things. The same cars, the same guns, the same women.” He inches down between my legs, brushing against my clit. My reaction is a deep shudder and he chuckles in my ear. “Did he touch you here?”

“No.”

His movement is so different from before, it’s gentle and seductive. “You’re so wet,” he says, fingers slipping against my nerves. “I bet Silas gave you your first orgasm.” He withdraws his hand, teasing. “Am I right?”

My hips rock forward, seeking friction. “Yes.”

“He made it good for you, didn’t he?”

He pushes a finger inside, curving it against the side. I sink into the feel of it, and he withdraws again. His voice hot against my ear. “Tell me what my brothers did to you, Little Lamb.”

The demand is clear. Tell him and he’ll get me off. I shouldn’t want it, but the flame has been stoked. “Silas showed me TV shows. Movies. Elon kissed me and handled me a little rough, that’s all.”

He plunges his fingers into me again, applying pressure against my walls. His thumb holds against my clit, and I curl against him. Again, he withdraws. This time I cry out in frustration.

“And Levi?”

Do I tell him how Levi Corrects me? How he stole my panties after telling me to take them off and he spanked me until my flesh blistered? Levi told me Rex wouldn’t like the levels of this kind of Correction. It’s the kind of dedication to Serendee and The Way that he doesn’t approve of.

His fingers hover over my entrance, slight pressure but not enough. He’s mean enough that I know he’ll walk out of here if I don’t give him what he wants, and I’m desperate enough that I don’t want him to. Still, I swallow the truth. “Levi is devout. He would never cross those lines, even if your father asked.” I keep my eye on the busy spider, its tiny legs furiously spinning the web. Anything not to focus on the throbbing want between my legs.

“Thank you,” he says, scraping the edge of my ear with his teeth. His fingers enter me again, this time with deliberate intent. He works me inside and out, drawing the orgasm out of me, in slow, incremental, waves. I push my face into the pillow as it rolls over me, the shudders wracking through my limps, stars bursting behind my eyelids.

Even after he withdraws his fingers for the last time, and the only sound in the room is my pulse pounding in my ears, he doesn’t move, body close to mine. I tell him what I think he wants to hear.

“I won’t let any of them touch me again.”

He pushes the hair off my neck. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

For the first time, I turn to look at him. “What does that mean?”

He shrugs. “I’ve shared everything with them since we were kids. My house, my family, mytoys.” He touches my chin. “Why would I stop now?”

“But—”

“You belong to them as much as you belong to me. They’re the ones that broke you in, eased you into being ready for me. It’s not fair for me to take you for myself.” He shifts his leg, his penis resting casually against his thigh. “Not that I told them that. They wouldn’t accept it. I told them to continue their training.”

“What are you talking about?” I know Rex is prone to extreme thoughts. Paranoia and maybe delusions but this seems insane. “You want toshareme, with your best friends?”

“Brothers’ really,” he mumbles. “My father will never give them a mate of their own. He’s got them right where he wants them—dependent on him and him alone. He’ll keep pimping Silas out, he’ll fuck and twist Levi’s mind until he’s the ultimate disciple, and he’ll continue to harden Elon until there’s nothing left but an angry shell.” He wraps his arm around my waist and cinches it tight, pulling me into him. “They like you, Little Lamb, and I think you like them or at least how they make you feel.”

My body blazes with heat. I feel called out—seen. But not in a good way. What he’s suggesting and the simple fact I consider it for the tiniest moment is shameful. Indulgent. It’s very, very bad.

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