Page 78 of All The Pretty Little Lies

My cheeks flush with embarrassment, but the heat pooling in my core tells a different story. "You and Talon?" I manage to ask, my voice breathy and unsteady.

Oscar nods, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "We both could. And let me tell you, it was the sweetest torture imaginable."

His admission sends a thrill through me, a mixture of mortification and arousal that makes my head spin. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize-"

"Don't apologize," Oscar cuts me off, his hand cupping my face. "I liked it. Hearing you seek your own pleasure, knowing what was happening in here..." He trails off, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “Did you like knowing that Talon and I might hear your every gasp, every whimper?"

I should feel mortified, but instead, a fresh wave of arousal washes over me. "Yes," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "I liked it. I liked Z telling me what to do, guiding me. And I liked knowing you might hear me."

Oscar's eyes flash with approval and something darker, more possessive. His grip on my waist tightens. "Tell me more," he demands softly. "Tell me exactly what you liked, Vesper."

I swallow hard, my heart racing. The words tumble out, fueled by lingering desire and the intoxicating nearness of Oscar's body. "I liked feeling desired, feeling powerful. I liked the way Z's voice got deeper, rougher. The way he praised me. And..." I hesitate, biting my lip.

"And?" Oscar prompts, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip.

“I wished you were watching us both. Watching him pleasure me.”

A low growl rumbles in Oscar's chest. He pulls me impossibly close, his arousal evident against my hip. "Careful, solnishko," he warns, using the Russian endearment that never fails to make my knees weak. "You're playing with fire."

I arch against him, relishing the way his breath hitches. "Maybe I want to burn," I whisper, trailing my fingers down his chest.

Oscar's control snaps. In one fluid motion, he lifts me, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carries me back to the bed. As he lowers me onto the mattress, his eyes lock with mine, filled with promise and barely restrained passion.

"Then let's set the world ablaze," he murmurs, before claiming my lips once more.

Oscar's fingers trail up my inner thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reaches the apex, he groans, feeling the evidence of my arousal soaking through the delicate fabric.

"Christ, Vesper," he breathes, his voice husky with desire. "You're drenched."

Before I can respond, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tears them off with a sharp tug. The sound of ripping fabric mingles with my gasp of surprise and arousal.

Oscar's eyes lock with mine as he quickly shoves his jeans down, freeing himself. In one swift motion, he's inside me, stretching and filling me so completely that I cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck," he growls, his hips snapping forward with an urgency I've never felt from him before. This isn't the controlled, measured Oscar I'm used to. This is raw, primal need, and it sets my body ablaze.

He pounds into me relentlessly, each thrust driving me higher. My nails rake down his back as I arch beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, our breathless moans, and the creaking of the bed beneath us.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, Oscar shifts us. He sits back on his heels, lifting me effortlessly onto his lap, his cock still buried deep inside me. The new angle sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my core.

"Ride me," he commands, his hands gripping my hips. "Show me how much you want this."

I begin to move, rolling my hips in a sensual rhythm. Oscar's head falls back, a groan escaping his lips as I take control. I increase my pace, chasing my release with single-minded determination.

Oscar reaches over to my discarded phone on the floor, bringing it between us. The camera clicks. He moves his fingers and the sound of text being sent whooshes. A text chimes immediately after before it starts ringing. He answers the call.

“Show me,” Z’s demands. With a free hand, Oz twists the phone, so I can see the screen. Z's face fills it, his eyes dark with desire as they lock onto mine. My breath catches at the raw hunger in his gaze, even through the digital barrier.

"Show me how well you can ride his cock, moya koroleva," Z commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.

I watch, mesmerized, as Z positions his camera. His hand moves into view, wrapping around his thick, hard length. Thesight makes my mouth water and my inner walls clench around Oscar.

"How does it feel, Vesper?" Z asks, his voice husky. "Tell me everything."

I moan, rolling my hips in a slow, sensual circle. Oscar's fingers dig into my flesh, guiding my movements. "It feels...God, it feels incredible," I manage to gasp out. "He's so deep, stretching me so perfectly."

Z's eyes darken further, his hand starting to move along his shaft. "More," he demands. "I want to hear every detail."

Oscar thrusts up suddenly, making me cry out in pleasure. "Tell him, solnishko," he growls. "Tell him how wet you are for us."

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