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Chapter Fifteen

I supposed the problem wasn't exactly that we'd been caught by Scrim. No, the problem was that Scrim didn't express any kind of shock or outrage like a normal person.

Instead he just strolled right into Ruby's bunk and lit up a cigarette.

I couldn't move. Or breathe. And Ruby certainly couldn't make up for my shortcomings in that department. He was so far from breathing I was beginning to fear for his life. If he didn't take in oxygen soon he was going to die for sure.

"Well, ya'll look like you're having a good time." Scrim said, and though I tried to think of a way to say actually, no we're not or, it's not what it looks like without sounding like a complete idiot, it quickly became clear that there wasn't one.

I mean, Ruby's cock was still deep in my pussy, and he had a big handful of my left tit.

The jig was up.

"How kind of you to notice." I said, and I had no idea how I'd even fucking dared to say that. Words like those were only going to make things worse, and that fact became obvious when Scrim actually took a seat on the bed.

Yep, that's right. He sat down on the bed.

"It's been extremely hard not to." Scrim said, as cool and emotionless as ever. "What's the matter, Ruby? You got nothing to say?"

And then of course it hit me, and I remembered something.

Ruby couldn't speak.

Because I had ordered him not to.

"He's taken a vow of silence." I said, but naturally Scrim knew exactly what I meant.

"That I'm assuming you gave him."

I tried to turn a little then, to see if I could catch the expression on Ruby's face. But when I twisted, all I could see was one shoulder and half an arm. All I could feel was the juddery up and down of his chest, as he did his best to keep to what I'd told him to do.

And it was that struggle that forced me to answer.

"What do you think?" I asked Scrim. I could feel Ruby's hips going, just a little, and it wasn't making any of this easier to figure out. Every time he did it I was reminded of how hard he still was, how excited- and of course I got a burst of sensation as that stiff thing rubbed against the nerves in my pussy.

"I think you look beautiful with a cock inside you." Scrim paused, that sharp gaze of his just a touch sultry, for the briefest moment.

Of course I immediately wondered what sort of sight I was making. My clothes off, legs spread, that slick cock buried deep inside me...

But what the fuck was going on? Where had the possessive, jealous-stricken Scrim gone?

Then I finally answered him, though I didn't say what I intended to. "So maybe you wanna watch me get fucked by your cousin."

Scrim ignored my remark. "Does he usually get this flushed when you let him fuck you? Or you think he's just embarrassed that I'm here?"

It was a combination of both, I knew- but I didn't tell him that. I didn't say anything.

"And all this time you thought maybe I had no idea why you've always been alone together, like I was fucking born yesterday." Scrim took a hit off his cigarette, nonchalantly blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth, as if he was just ruminating over all of this. Like he wasn't really talking about his plaything getting fucked by his cousin at all. He was having a polite conversation about a political topic. "So what is it, Zaida? Does his cock feel better than mine?"