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Once I’m done, I come back to find she’s got my laptop with her on the couch.
“Do you mind if we watch some YouTube?” I ask, lifting the top. “There’s this cooking show I always watch. The guy replicates food from movies and TV shows.”
“Oh, yeah I’ve heard of that,” Sienna says, moving so I can place the laptop on the TV tray. “Sure, I can wait to input this data until later.”
We sit back on the couch and I pull it up, pressing play. “I used to try to do some of his recipes but they’re hard,” I tell her. “He makes every single thing from scratch.”
“Do you cook?” she asks, turning her head to face me.
I nod “Yeah. I do most of the cooking between the three of us. I was the oldest, so I had to make sure we got fed.”
She looks down at her hands. “What happened to your parents, if I can ask?”
“They died when Caleb was little,” I tell her. “We were raised by our grandfather, but he worked a lot, so I learned how to cook early on.”
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, reaching out to place her hand on mine. “I was raised by my mom. No dad in the picture, and my mom worked two jobs until I was a teenager. Then she decided she was tired of missing out on her youth, so I kind of had to fend for myself.”
It makes sense why Sienna is so passionate about helping the economically underprivileged. I sling an arm around her shoulder and pull her close to me. “Life is rough,” I tell her. “But you make it work.”
“Sounds like we both had to make it work,” she says. We watch the video in silence, my heart beating hard in my chest.
Was I too quick to judge Sienna? I glance at her from the corner of my eye as she fidgets with her sleeve. Maybe we were too hard on her at first. Is she more innocent than we thought?
I don’t have any answers, so I turn my attention back to the video, trying to ignore the ache in my chest.
11
SIENNA
“C’mon, Princess,” Bastian calls. “Get over here. I’m on babysitting duty today.”
I walk down the stairs, tugging on the skirt that Bastian picked out for me today. I have no idea why but he got a wild hare this morning and decided that I needed to start wearing the clothes they picked out for me more often.
“I don’t like this skirt,” I grumble as I step into the kitchen.
“Relax, Princess. You look hot,” Bastian says, leaning in to give me a quick kiss that leaves me feeling dizzy, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. “And you know we wouldn't let any creeps come near you," he adds, his tone belying a lingering hint of protectiveness.
“I guess I just didn’t realize I was going to be dressed like a dime-store hooker,” I complain as we climb into the car. “I should have never agreed to this stupid charade.”
Bastian’s eyes lock on me from across the console, the intensity of his gaze making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He leans over, crowding my space. “You’re free to leave any time,” he says, his voice low. “But you agreed to our terms,” he adds. “So you don’t get to start bitching now.”
I roll my eyes, but Bastian’s hand is suddenly on my thigh, pushing my knees apart. Before I can protest, he’s pushing my panties to the side and rubbing a finger inside my wet folds.
“Seems like you’re not as mad about our arrangement as you act,” he says, the smug smile on his face making me want to smack him. Just as I’m ready to reach out and push his hand away, he twists his fingers along my clit, pulling a ragged moan from my lips.
“God,” I whisper, knees falling limply to either side as Bastian continues to work a finger down and into me, using two more to continue teasing the spot that has me moaning and rocking my hips up into his hand.
“But I suppose if you want, we could always stop this arrangement,” Bastian says, moving his hand slowly away from me. I whimper as my hips follow his hand.
“Dammit, just keep touching me,” I say in a growl.
“Beg for it,” Bastian orders. I shut my mouth and his hand moves further away.
“Please?” I ask, squeezing my eyes shut.
“What’s that?”
“Please, please finger me,” I beg, hating how desperate I sound. “Please fuck me, I need it.”
