Page 119 of The Silent War

“Fuck. That’s our good girl,” Bastion murmured, his voice shaking like he was barely holding back. “Open for us. Take us both.”

Luca’s mouth was against my ear. “That’s it, baby. Give in. Let us ruin you slow.”

Their rhythm tangled—Bastion stroking deep, Luca circling higher, perfect torment. I gasped, arching, between the hands that owned me.

“Listen to her,” Bastion muttered, jaw tight, his eyes never leaving my face. “Our angel’s falling apart.”

Luca’s fingers flicking, coaxing.

I sobbed against their hands, every nerve lit, every inch of me claimed.

“You’ll sleep well tonight,” Luca whispered, lips brushing mine. “When we’re done.”

“You thought we were done, baby?” Bastion hand cupped my jaw, thumb rubbing over my cheek. “We’ve waited too long for you. Tonight you don’t get mercy.”

The bed shifted as they moved me, guided me, their hands sure, patient, reverent. One moment I was on the edge of the mattress, the next I was flat, thighs parted, knees bent. Bastion’s weight pressed against me from behind, holding me open, while Luca’s mouth dragged hot kisses down my stomach.

“Easy,” Bastion rumbled, his palm flattening on my belly, pinning me down. “Let him taste you, angel. Be good for Daddy.”

Luca groaned into me like he’d been starving. His tongue was relentless, licking deep, sucking slow, dragging me up toward another peak before I’d even caught my breath. Then he pulled back.

Bastion shifted, kneeling between my thighs. I felt the press of him, thick and demanding, nudging against me.

“She’s dripping for us,” Luca murmured, pulling back just enough to smirk against my thigh. “Beg for it, baby. Tell Daddy you want him inside.”

“I—please—” My voice broke, desperation flooding out. “I want you. I want both of you.”

Bastion groaned, hand gripping my hip so tight it bordered on pain. “Good girl. Always knew you’d beg for us again.”

He pushed into me, slow at first, stretching, filling until I gasped. My scream cracked, swallowed by Luca’s mouth when he kissed me again, his tongue stealing my breath as his brother took my body.

Bastion rocked harder, rough but steady, groaning in my ear. “That’s it. Take me, angel. Take Daddy’s cock like the good girl you are.”

Every thrust drove me further into Luca’s arms. His fingers tangled in my hair, his lips brushing mine as he whispered filth soft enough to break me. “Feel how deep he is? That’s what you needed. That’s why you couldn’t sleep. Say it.”

“I—needed you. Both of you?—”

Bastion’s hand wrapped around my throat, not tight, just there, grounding me, claiming me. His eyes burned into mine as he rocked deep. “Ours. Every inch of you. Don’t you forget it.”

Luca slid lower again, fingers back on me even as Bastion fucked me harder, circling my clit in rhythm with his brother’s thrusts. The pleasure hit sharp—too sharp.

Luca’s hand snapped, a quick slap to my clit.

I cried out, body jolting forward, the sting pulling me right to the edge.

“Don’t fall apart yet, baby,” Luca coaxed. His touch gentled instantly, teasing in slow circles. “Be Daddy’s good girl and hold it. You can take more for us. Youwilltake more.”

“Please—”

Bastion caught my wrists before I could clutch the sheets. He pulled them up, locked them tight around his neck, his mouth brushing my ear. “No hiding, angel. Hold on to Daddy. Let me play with you. You wanted this—now take it.”

I whimpered, obeying, clinging to him as his thrusts stayed relentless—firm, brutal. He fucked me like he was carving it into my body that I belonged to him.

Luca’s hands slid higher, over my ribs, my breasts, pinching, teasing, making me arch harder into Bastion’s cock.

Luca mouth brushed my temple. “Good girl. Look at you, chest rising for me, pussy choking on him. You were made forthis. Let Daddy touch you how he wants. Let us take all of you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, broken, desperate.