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Oh, the sex. I really shouldn’t think about the sex while I’m talking to Max, but once the kernel is there, it’s like it has to pop. Memories of Silus and I together fill my head, and I get distracted again.
Max is my brother, though, so he knows I’m deep in thought. “Thea, what’s going on? Talk to me—please, really, talk to me. You’re the only social interaction I get. The men who guard me aren’t exactly the most talkative bunch.”
I sigh. “It’s nothing.”
My brother frowns. “It’s obviously not nothing, otherwise you wouldn’t look like that.”
“It’s just—” I stop myself before I blurt it out. A week has passed since the night Silus and I fucked like animals. Just seven days, and yet it feels like a lifetime. As silly as it is, lately I can’t get that asshole out of my head. “It’s stupid” is what I settle on saying.
Max won’t give it up. “What’s stupid?”
“Me.” Ain’t that the truth. I am stupid, thank you very much, for all of this. For going along with my brother’s plan, for hoping Max and I will walk away unscathed at the end of this, and for letting Silus dominate both my body and my thoughts. No matter how you look at it, I’m asking for trouble.
Squinting at me, Max says, “Thea… why are you stupid?” The way he asks, the underlying tone in his voice, tells me he already suspects something is amiss.
“I need you to promise me you won’t judge me if I tell you.”
The look my brother gives me after that is enough of an indication that he will, in fact, judge me hard. He’s my brother, not my best friend. He’s not obligated to feed me lies just to make me feel better.
“A week ago, Silus got me a dress. He took me to dinner.” I pick at the comforter near my knee, unable to keep looking at Max. “It was… a date, sort of.”
“A date?” The words are practically shouted at me. “No. No way. Are you sure it was a date and not some way to—” Max gags. “—get into your pants?” When I don’t respond, he gasps the most dramatic gasp I’ve ever heard. “No. Tell me you didn’t.”
I don’t tell him I didn’t, because it’d be a lie. I did. I totally did—multiple times.
Max’s mouth falls open, and he’s slow to cover it with a hand. “I’m sorry. I just… what this sounds like is that you banged the mafia boss we tried to kidnap—you know, the one who currently has us both imprisoned for revenge. That’s insane. Tell me I’m wrong. Please, God, tell me I’m wrong.” The words come out of him in an awkward, hurried jumble.
Max isn’t stupid—stupid ideas aside. He knows that if Silus wanted to have me, he’d have me; he didn’t need to take me out on a date before fucking me if all he wanted to do was stick his dick in me. The date was unnecessary, but Silus took me out anyway.
When I still don’t respond, Max goes on, “No. No!”
I bury my face in my hands. “I did,” I mutter. It’s awkward because of the circumstances, but also because this is my brother. If there’s one thing I don’t really talk to him about, it’s who I’m sleeping with, mostly because it’s none of his damned business.
This time, however, it sort of is his business.
“Lots of times,” I add, and Max pretends like he’s going to throw up. “Come on! You should be happy that he took me on a date. He could’ve just taken what he wanted.” Like he did that first night, but Max doesn’t need to know about that.
“You’re right, you’re right. I should be happy that the man who kidnapped us both took my sister on a date before he stuck his wiener in her.”
I groan and glare at him. “Why’d you have to say it like that? No one says it like that.”
“What?” Max sounds so innocent. “His wiener? Would you prefer penis? Do you want me to tell you I’m glad Silus took you on a date before he jammed his penis in you?”
“No,” I hurriedly say, “that’s not better at all and you know it.”
“You can’t be pleased,” Max deadpans, his dramatics not at all necessary in this situation. Plus, the jerk is just making it more awkward with how he’s describing everything. “So, are you getting boned on the reg now? I’m surprised he’s not keeping you chained to his bed—”
Holding up my hands toward the TV, I plead with him, “Stop. Please, just stop.”
Max blinks, acting way too innocent, given what he’s talking about. I mean, yes, it’s a big deal that I fucked our kidnapper, but it doesn’t need to be emphasized this much. “Is that what you tell Silus when he’s shoving his schlong in you?” He can’t keep a serious face after he says that, and he busts out laughing. “Sorry, that one was a little much, I admit. But seriously, what were you thinking?”
“I don’t know! Probably the same thing you were thinking when you came up with the stupid idea of kidnapping Silus in the first place—”
“That,” my brother cuts in, “I highly doubt. The last thing I was thinking about was the man’s dick—something I can’t really say about you anymore. I mean, sheesh, you fucked Silus McLean. Even if we weren’t his prisoners, it would never end well, not with who he is.”
The only thing I can do is sigh. He’s right. Of course, he’s right. A lot of the time my brother is. It’s just, for some reason, when it comes to Silus, logic gets thrown out of the window. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, and I definitely don’t know how to stop it from happening again. A part of me doesn’t want to.
My feelings must be written on my face, because Max’s light blue eyes widen on the screen. “Holy shit. Tell me you’re not in love with him. I mean, yuck. Talk about messy shit—”
