Page 178 of The Silent War

“Tell us you want it. Tell us you want our names tattooedon you.” Bastion hand pressing steady at the small of my back. “You’ll take the pain,”

“And the love,” Luca cupped my cheek. His eyes burned into mine. “You’ll wear our love.”

My lips parted, my body trembling with something I couldn’t name.

Luca’s mouth grazed my ear. “Sit up a little, baby,” he whispered. “That’s our girl. Now spread your legs for Daddy.”

Heat rushed through me. I obeyed before I could think, my thighs sliding open across his lap.

“Wider,” he said softly, his hands running down my sides, steady, coaxing. “That’s it. That’s our girl.”

Bastion’s hand slid down my back, grounding me. His mouth at my ear. “Put that pretty ass in the air. Just a little.”

My body shook as I bent forward, my cheek brushing Luca’s shoulder.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice rough. “Good girl.”

My pulse hammered in my throat.

Luca caught my face in his hand, holding me steady, his thumb brushing my cheekbone. His eyes never wavered, holding me like a promise.

Behind me, Bastion pressed forward, slow, his hand firm on my back as he pushed inside.

I gasped.

“That’s it,” Bastion groaned, his voice breaking. “So tight. So perfect.”

Luca kissed my temple, whispering against my ear. “Praise him, baby. Let him hear it.”

“Daddy—” The word tore from me, shaking.

Both of them groaned at once.

Luca kissed me again, “Such a good girl. Putting your ass in the air for daddy.” his mouth catching mine, then moved to my temple.

Before I could breathe, Bastion’s hands closed hard around my waist. He lifted me clean off Luca’s lap, my cry sharp, my body still trembling around him.

He didn’t let go.

He carried me across the room, his chest heaving against my back, until we reached the glass. The city stretched beneath us, all dark steel and red lights.

He pressed me to the window, holding me suspended in his arms like. His mouth dropped to my ear. “Do you know how many fucking times I’ve pictured this?”

My arms clung tight around his neck, shaking.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Hold Daddy. Arms around my neck. That’s my girl.”

My fingers slipped under his necklace, clutching around his neck.

I tried to put my feet down, trembling with the need to ground myself, but his arms tightened, keeping me in the air, his body flush against mine.

“It’s deep, isn’t it, baby?” His voice was hoarse, thick with possession. He rolled his hips, slow but merciless, pressing so deep my vision blurred. “Really deep isn’t it?.”

“Yes, Bastion?—”

He groaned, the sound, raw, his hips rolling again, sharper, hungrier. “Say it better. ” he rasped against my ear.

“Dadd—”