Page 129 of Desire

“Godsdamn is that sexy,” Ayden whoops behind me, scaring the hell out of me. Muffling my strangled scream with my hand, I turn around with my eyes wide.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says, grinning unrepentantly.

“I think I peed myself!” I gasp, widening my legs to check. Isaac and Ayden snicker, though Isaac attempts to hide it behind his hand. “I can see you two think this is really funny. Fuck me… I think I’m going to change my panties just in case.”

“Silla,” Ayden wheezes as he laughs, pulling me to him. “Oh my Gods, I couldn’t help myself. I was watching you make that network your bitch, and got excited. Your skills are better than mine.”

“They’re almost better than mine,” Issac mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “You make me want to be even better, only so you don’t leave me in the dust, Little Hacker.”

“Sidney says he’s waiting for you,” Ayden says, and I tilt my head in confusion. “Training to make you a badass starts today apparently. So when you change your panties, smart ass, also put on shorts.”

“Ugh,” I whine, scrunching my nose. “I hate sweating so much.”

“There are times when you don’t mind it one bit and you know it,” Ayden growls, making my core clench on nothing and I shiver in need. “Needy little thing, isn’t she? Now go let Sidney torture you for a while.”

As I walk out of the room as if I’m headed to the gallows, I hear Isaac ask, “Why is this happening today? Did something happen?”

He’s going to be so annoyed with me for not telling him… Maybe he’ll even spank me.

Now my panties are wet for a whole other reason.

SIDNEY

Silla’s first session with me as her trainer was adorable. She worked really hard, but cardio is not her thing.

So I had her run for twenty minutes, and then lightly tortured her with a weight-lifting program that increased in difficulty as she went. Needless to say, she left my sight red faced and dripping in sweat. I would have loved to test her strength with her legs wrapped around my head as I ate her pussy for a snack, but neither of us have the time.

Silla has to go to dinner right after cleaning up, and I’m headed to my room to shower before yet another meeting. Instead of the Queen’s Mission or the auditors, I have a staff meeting with the Warden.

It’s been a week since the Queen effectively cut our funds in half, yet we are still doing better than she expected. The cow is going to have to do better than that if she wants to make us sweat.

Walking past Zachary, I smirk as he scurries by me. I worked him harder than everyone else in the weight room, and then made him run so hard he puked. Based on the black eye he’s now sporting and split lip, it doesn’t look as if his day got any better. It’s really too bad for him.

I catch the eye of the Warden who is watching Zachary curiously and mouthSillato him. Eyes darkening, they follow Zachary before they snap back to me. Knowing he’s going to demand answers, as he falls into step with me, I explain in a low voice what happened.

“Little douchebag really needs to stop while he’s ahead,” the Warden complains. “Silla didn’t mention this to me, and I just saw her go by. Are you responsible for the reason she looked as if she was going to die?”

Grinning proudly, I nod happily.

“Ugh, you and the gym are like putting the God of War in charge. Holton, the dick in the Queen’s Mission said we were too soft on our recruits. I should have pointed him in your direction,” the Warden says, rolling his eyes.

“You should have, though I don’t think he’d be walking quite as smugly,” I warn.

The Warden shrugs as he agrees. “In just a week, things are holding up well. I want to keep our momentum going so we have zero reason for the Queen to come visit.” He sighs.

Eyes narrowing, I glance at him. “That comment was a little left field. What aren’t you telling me? She hates to travel. Why would she drive six hours to come here?” I ask.

“Fuck,” Grayson says, rubbing his neck. “Holton threatened me with a visit from the Queen. I didn’t mention it because it’s such a slim possibility.”

“Holy shit,” I mutter. “She has such a hard-on for her step-sister, it’s possible. I hope the woman stays in her damn castle, though.”

Jutting my chin in farewell, I walk to my room for a shower. It’s been two months now since Silla Tremaine crashed into my life. I’m certainly not the same person anymore, and it’s an odd feeling.

Pushing my door open, my clothes are flying off my body before it’s completely closed and locked. I’m in a hurry, and couldn’t care less if someone catches a glimpse of my perky ass.

Turning on the shower in the bathroom, I lean on the counter as I think. I’m still quite the asshole, I’m simply less of one to the people who matter to me. My curiosity would absolutely make me want to tear them down to see what makes them tick, but the thought of hurting Silla or anyone in my direct circle makes my skin crawl.

Stepping into the spray of water, I think about how I really felt the day we were responsible for trapping Silla in the vent. My fingers curl in disgust and discomfort as I relive her screams, the begging, and the nonsense that spilled from Silla Tremaine’s lips.

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