Page 202 of Filthy Elites

“I know.” He tilts his head. “Go and make sure they don’t come in here before I’m finished.”

Miller exhales, hesitantly relenting. He gives me one last look before walking out of the room. Knox locks the door behind him. It’s just the two of us, the room quiet other than the pounding of my heart.

“Please, don’t do this.” It comes out shaky and hot tears burn at the corner of my eyes. I can’t help but stare at the paddle in his hand. The thick handle.God.“You don’t want to do this. What about last—”

He closes the space between us, fingers brushing under my chin as he tilts it upward. “This is happening, Reagan. You’re just lucky it’s me, not Rat. He would have torn up that sweet little ass and there’s no way in hell I was going to let that happen.” His hand creeps around to my lower back and he pushes his fingertips under my shirt, warm against my skin. “Miller knows what I have to do.”

“If you care so much about Miller, then why can’t we just pretend? How can you do this to him?”

“We’re brothers, sweetheart.” His thumb makes soft circles just above my crack. “We share everything. He trusted me to stay in that room with the information about you. He’s also trusting me with your ass.”

“You guys are crazy.”

He shrugs but grins. “We’re Zeta Sigs, which means what I’m about to do to you shouldn’t be a surprise.” He uses the paddle to point across the room. I follow its direction and see the slanted wooden desk top. “Drop your pants and bend over. It’s time for some brotherly love.”

TWENTY-FOUR

Knox

Like the rest of the day, the scene unfolds both fast and in slow-motion. Forty-seven is a girl. Not just a girl, but Royer’s ex, Reagan. Miller knew it and kept it from me and Royer. Kept it from everyone.

Damn, he’s good.

I knew there was some rivalry between the two—especially over how initiation and the gauntlet were being handled. I thought it was just petty dick measuring. I see enough of that on the rowing team and figured it’d pass once we got through recruitment. I’d been content to let them piss it out, but watching this unfold? God, it’s a new level of deliciousness.

“Drop your pants and bend over,” I tell her. “It’s time for some brotherly love.”

Reagan trembles in fear and a twist of desire flickers in my belly. Sure, she still looks like a boy, except when I walked in Miller’s room earlier and caught her sucking his cock, I knew something was off. The slight curve of her body. Her narrow, tapered neck. Her tits when I finally saw them, round and perfect. But right now, physical looks isn’t what stokes the fire licking at my balls. It’s the waves of apprehension rolling off her, the sheer terror. She’s afraid of the paddle—ofme. And I’m here for it.

Her eyes dart to mine as she reaches for the button on her jeans. I give her an encouraging nod. “Part of having a successful plan is knowing when to pivot. Miller and I both know that. We’re brothers. Sharing this—you—with him is just an extension of that relationship.”

It’s in that moment that the fear vanishes from her eyes and is replaced with something else—hard determination. I shouldn’t be surprised. Anyone that gets this far through the gauntlet is made of steel. Despite what Royer and Andrea thought about her, she must be tough as nails. It just makes me want to see how she handles being on the receiving end of brotherly love even more.

Her jeans drop to her ankles, and I see her in a way that I couldn’t up in Miller’s room. The light in the parlor is bright, revealing the supple thighs and curvy hips she’s kept hidden underneath the fabric. The shorts go next, displaying the round swell of an ass only possessed by a woman. It’s instantly recognizable and my dick gets hard at the sight of the faint lines of her bikini tan.

She takes one last, long look at me, and I expect her to beg me not to do it, but her jaw clenches tight and she positions herself back against the wooden desktop, naked and sexy.

Damn.

“You’re such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? How did I miss it?”

I move behind her, my movements stiff from my boner. I run a hand down her back, gently pushing her forward, and tuck the paddle between my knees. Using both hands, I spread the flesh of her cheeks. She flinches at the intrusion, and I notice how her fingers grip the sides of the desk.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I say, fingering her puckered hole. “Rat would have torn this tight little hole right up. I’ll get you good and ready first, okay?”

I spread her cheeks wider and bend, taking a long lick. She lurches forward, slamming her hips into the desk, a soft sigh floating back to me. Her reaction makes me harder than before, like I’d been when I’d jerked off earlier watching Miller fuck her. When she’s good and slippery, I lick my fingers and push one in slowly, easing my way inside.

“Don’t fight,” I tell her when I feel her tense. “It’ll hurt less.” She takes a deep, steadying breath. “That’s right. Fuck you’re tight,” I say, pulling my finger out and then pushing it back in again. “God, Miller said your pussy was good, but this? Jesus. Seems a stupid to waste it on the paddle.”

A shudder runs through her, and a bead of sweat slides down her backside. I bend and lick it off her skin, and slowly add a second finger in, stretching her out. With my other hand, I reach between her legs. She’s warm, slippery and wet.

My balls constrict. Damn. Despite the indignation and tears, this girl is hot for this.

“You like it, don’t you?” I ask, bending to speak right in her ear. “It feels good and exciting and new.”

She nods her head. “Yes.”

“If you want, I can fuck you instead of using the paddle.” I flick her clit. “You can feel me deep inside, filling you up. Is that what you want?”

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