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I think he’s trying to talk himself into it. Shit, maybe I should do it.
“Right, uh- I’m just gonna move your legs a bit wider. Alright?”
Rhys nods against my chest again as she re-buries her face, and Shaun rubs his hands together like he’s trying to warm them up. I don’t think that’s why he does it, though. He’s mentally preparing himself.
Maybe I should do it. I’m the adult here, after all. But fuck, isn’t that a sick and twisted problem? I’m the adult, and they are fucking teenagers.
Shaun reaches out and hooks his hand under Rhys’ knee. “I’m moving your leg now.” Slowly, he lifts her leg and moves it to the side, parting her legs wide to open her up.
This is fucked. This issofucked.
Shaun lowers her leg and sucks in a deep breath as his eyes widen at the sight between her legs. He takes a moment to clear his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to gain control.
“Ok, baby. Now I’m going to remove it. Ok?”
Even though she whimpers, Rhys nods again, keeping her head buried in my chest.
Shaun’s eyes snap to mine. I can see he needs reassurance, so I give him a firm nod, and after a moment, he drops his eyes back between her legs.
My eyes follow, watching his shaking hand as he reaches for the blue rubber, gripping it, and slowly starts to pull.
Instantly, Rhys cries out, her body stiffening, but just like the tough girl she is, she doesn’t close her legs.
“Just do it fast. Like ripping a bandaid off.” Agatha demands from over Shaun’s shoulder, and Shaun nods, tugging it quickly and pulling the blue egg free.
Rhys gasps, a slight scream ripping from her as the blue thing pops out, and with it, some blood.
“Shit!” Shaun’s eyes go wide with panic, and he looks at me for reassurance again, but I can’t give it because I have no idea what the blood means.
“It’s ok, guys. Don’t panic. It’s only a little blood. Nothing too serious.” Agatha is the one to reassure us as Rhys trembles in my arms. “Finish cleaning her up and get her into bed. I’ll get her some paracetamol and a drink.”
Thank fuck Moxie, or Agatha, or whatever the hell her name is, is here. I don’t know about girly stuff like this. Nodding up at her, I hold Rhys tight as Shaun washes her gently between her legs before we work together to turn her around and clean the other side of her body. When we take too long, Agatha returns to the bathroom and shoo’s Shaun out of the way, moving in to wash Rhys’ hair while I keep my girl upright on my lap. Then she washes off what’s left of the paint on Kitten’s face, and the three of us work together to get Rhys out, dried and into bed in a clean pair of panties and an oversized band t-shirt that was in her bag.
Agatha manages to get her coherent enough to swallow down the pain meds before Shaun tucks her in, and for a moment, the three of us just stand around the bed, looking down at her. At my girl.
Fuck! How did this happen?
How didIlet this happen?
“Stay with her.” I point to Shaun first and then down to Rhys. “I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
He nods, and I turn, shutting myself in the small bathroom to clean the invisible filth of Vixen’s Lodge off my skin. I make quick work of my shower, needing to get the mundane task done so I can get back to Rhys. Every time I close my eyes under the stream of water, my mind flashes to the sight of her strung up by the chains on the podium, while shockwaves rippled through her in the most painful way.
Fuck!
I pry my eyes open, not wanting to ever see Kitten like that again. I don’t know how she’s ever going to get through this. I’ve fucked up so badly by letting her blackmail me. I should have called her bluff or gone to her parents. If I had stopped her from joining the Feast, this would never have happened.
She already carries dark secrets. Of that, I’m sure. Add this to it, and her already spiralling behaviour lately, and my girl is likely to break. I’ll be there for her, but will that be enough?
One thing is for sure. Terrence fucking Hill, the Master of the Feast nights, hasn’t seen the end of me yet. We have only just fucking begun!
When I return to the room in my t-shirt and jeans, Shaun swaps places with me, heading into the bathroom to clean himself up. Agatha is gone, but the door is open, and I can hear her clanging around in the kitchen, so I leave it open and pull back the covers on the bed.
I hesitate.
I shouldn’t hop in this bed with Rhys.
She’s my student.
