Page 69 of The Silent War

I bit my lip, breath uneven. “It was… good.”

“Good because we told you how,” Luca said. “Good because you obeyed.”

“Next time you come, we’ll be doing it for you.” Bastion said.

“You promise?”

“It’s a promise baby. We’ll have you dripping on our fingers, tongues, our dicks.”

I pressed my thighs together.

“We’d do it now if you like,” Luca said, voice dipping darker. “Break into Alexander’s penthouse. Sit you on my face where you belong.”

Heat flushed through me.

“Mmm. Then what?” I asked, soft.

A sound like Bastion’s growl tangled with Luca’s exhale. “Baby, you’re teasing us.”

“I’m not teasing,” I said, almost innocent. “I’m remembering.”

The silence on the line broke with their breathing—sharper, heavier, like they couldn’t stop themselves from picturing it.

“What happens after that?” I asked, letting my voice change, softer, lower. “When I’m on your face?”

“We’d edge you,” Bastion said. “Because you need it.”

“And we—” Luca began.

“We fucking love it,” he finished with Bastion, the two voices overlapping.

My thighs clenched.

“I’d lick your pussy,” Luca said.

“And I’d hold you still, baby,” Bastion followed. “Not letting you finish until you fill Daddy’s mouth.”

“I’d be good,” I whispered.

Both of them groaned, rough, involuntary.

“We know,” Luca said.

“Our good girl,” Bastion added.

Their words tangled in my head, heat crawling across my skin. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, needing them closer.

“You’d cry for us,” Luca said.

“You’d shake, beg, try to pull away,” Bastion murmured. “And we wouldn’t let you. Because that’s what good girls do—they stay where Daddy puts them.”

I gasped. “Both of you…”

“Yes,” Luca echoed. “Your daddies. The only ones who know how to break you open and keep you safe at the same time.”

A sharp sound slipped out of me, raw.

“Good girl,” Bastion praised immediately. “That’s it. That’s what we wanted.”