Page 91 of The Silent War

“That’s my good girl. Look how perfect you...take Daddy’s cock.“

The words wrecked me. My legs shook, my foreheadpressed against the tile. He didn’t let me slip. His arm across me tighter, hand spread over my ribs, holding me against him.

You don’t stand on your own when you’ve got us,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. Always.”

His pace built gradually, still controlled, still coaxing, but deeper now, sharper. I gasped, my body arching back against him. He kissed my shoulder.

“That’s it. Give it to me. Show me you’re still ours.”

“I am,” I choked. “I’m yours.”

He groaned like the words gutted him. His hips pushed harder.

I cried out, clenching tight around him. Luca groaned, grinding deep as my release pulsed around him. “Fuck, baby—yes. Hold me. Don’t let go.”

Another thrust and he came inside me, groaning into my shoulder, his whole body pressed against mine. He stayed there, buried, kissing my neck “Mine,” he breathed. “My angel. My love. Never again without you.”

His breath slowed, his arm still locked across me like he couldn’t let go. I dropped into him, trembling, but safe in the cage of his body.

The glass door slid. Bastion walked in.

Luca finally pulled out, turning me gently in his arms. He pressed a last kiss to my forehead before handing me back—like I was something precious—into his brother’s waiting hold.

He caught me against him and grinned, wicked and soft all at once. “She’s too sweet to stop now.”

“It will help her sleep tonight,” Luca said, voice still rough. “One more time.”

They grinned together, like a secret they’d already decided.

Before I could answer, Bastion pressed me to the tile, lifting one of my legs higher with his hand. “Open for Daddy.” His voice was low, gravelled. “Let me in, angel.”

I gasped as he pushed forward, thick and hot, filling me again. The stretch stung, but his hand stroked my stomach, soothing, while his other cradled my jaw. He kissed me hard as he slid all the way in, swallowing my whimper.

“Good girl,” he murmured against my mouth. “Taking me right after him. So perfect for your daddies.”

I trembled, thighs shaking. He held me steady, one hand locking around my thigh, opening me wider. His pace was slow at first, grinding deep, groaning into my neck each time I clenched around him.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Taking me so fucking deep.”

“Bastion—”

His mouth brushed my ear. “Shh. Just feel, angel. Be our good girl. Daddy’s got you.”

The words melted me, my body trembling against the tile as his hips rolled deeper, slower, forcing me to take every inch. My knees buckled, but his arm locked under my thigh, holding me open and steady for him.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Let him stretch you. Look how sweet you are for Daddy.” Luca’s breath grew ragged. When I managed to look over, he was stroking himself, slow and deliberate, eyes locked me open under the water. His jaw was clenched, his body taut with restraint.

Heat flooded me. The shame, the reverence, the devotion in their words tangled until I couldn’t breathe.

“You see what you do to us?” Luca asked, voice hoarse. “Haven’t even touched me yet and I’m already shaking.”

My lips parted, my throat tight. “You can?—”

“Not yet,” he cut in, voice fierce. “This is your night. We’ll worship you first.”

Bastion groaned deep, hips pushed forward harder, hisforehead pressed to my temple. “Fuck, angel. You feel too good. I could stay inside you forever.”

“Twice each,” Luca’s voice dropped lower, his hand closing firmer around himself. “That’s all it’ll take to help her sleep tonight.”