The room held its breath.
Chapter 15: Lena
Maybe a spirit had possessed me, because when my head dipped in a silent, willing "yes"…
I wanted it.
I wanted them.
Then realization hit a second later, almost disorienting. Not doubt or fear, but shock.
For so long I had avoided touch, flinching from it. Pain trained my body to recoil before a hand ever reached me.Comfort and pleasure were distant dreams. Wanting had been unsafe and needing anything had been worse.
But today, something had shifted.
All day, I’d tracked Silas’s hands without meaning to. The way his fingers flexed around the camera, as veins rose along his forearms when he adjusted the lens, made me lick my lips. There was a quiet strength in every movement.
Then Knox had stretched, his shirt riding up just enough to expose the sharp cut of his stomach, hard muscle shifting beneath skin, and heat had rolled through me before I could stopit.
I hadn’t looked away fast enough.
I hadn’t wanted to.
Last night’s dream still clung to my memory, not as something scary, but as something that had cracked a door open. It sharpened everything between us into more. Every glance, every shift of their bodies, and every brush of air when they moved too close, left me panting.
The strangest part wasn’t the confusion.
It was the clarity.
I wanted their hands on me.
Even though a small voice, one that had grown quieter in their presence, still warned that they would hurt me or take more than I could handle, I reminded myself it was only habit whispering that desire was dangerous.
Beneath the fear was something undeniable and new.
ArousalIhad chosen.
It wasn't instinct coercing my mind to believe I wanted something I didn't.
This was purely mine.
My decision cemented when Knox turned toward me. His hand lifted, hovering and giving me time to pull away, but I didn’t. His knuckles brushed along my jaw, tilting my face so he could search my eyes.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, checking to be absolutely certain.
When I nodded again, there was no hesitation this time. Knox's tenderness had banished any flicker of doubt.
Yes.
"Okay then, runt. Lay down and show us how you touch yourself." He spoke the words like a gentle command, shifting back to give me space on the mattress.
Silas’s eyes were dark, heavy with an intensity that should have unsettled me. Instead, my pulse stumbled, lust threading deeper.
He set the camera's timer and leaned it against the window ledge, adjusting it with careful precision before leaving it. Then he dragged his chair closer, the scrape of its legs across the floor sounding louder than they should have in the quiet room. When he sat, his posture was loose, but the focus in his gaze was anything but.
Nerves crept in as the reality of what I had agreed to settled over me.
I chewed my lip, suddenly aware of every inch of my body under their attention.
