Page 79 of All The Pretty Little Lies

The dual stimulation of Oscar's cock inside me and Z's intense gaze through the screen is almost too much to bear. My movements become more frantic, chasing the peak that's building rapidly within me.

"I'm so wet," I moan, my head falling back as I ride Oscar harder. "I’m dripping down my thighs, coating his cock. It's...oh God, it's overwhelming."

Z's breath hitches audibly. "That's it, moya koroleva. Let me see how good it feels."

I look back at the screen, meeting Z's gaze as I increase my pace. Oscar's hands guide my hips, lifting me slightly before slamming me back down onto his length. The new angle has his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.

"Fuck," I whimper, my voice breaking. "I'm close. So close."

"Come for us," Z commands, his own movements becoming more erratic. "Let us see you fall apart."

Oscar's thumb finds my clit, circling it with practiced skill. The added sensation is all it takes to push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in waves of white-hot pleasure, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around Oscar's length.

"That's it, solnishko," Oscar encourages, his voice strained. “Use my cock to find your release.”

Through the haze of my release, I hear Z's guttural groan, watch as his face contorts in ecstasy. The sight of him coming undone because of me, even from a distance, sends another jolt of pleasure through my oversensitive body.

Oscar follows soon after, his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself inside me with a low, drawn-out moan. His forehead presses against my shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

Oscar gently shifts me in his lap, his hands gripping my thighs as he spreads them wider. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but the heat in his eyes and the low growl from Z through the phone sends a shiver of excitement through me. Oscar tilts my hips, angling my body towards the camera, and I can feel his release slowly trickling out of me.

"Look at her, Z," Oscar murmurs, his voice husky with satisfaction. "Filled with my cum and dripping onto the sheets. Isn't she perfect?"

Z's response is a deep, primal growl that reverberates through the phone's speaker. His eyes are dark with renewed lust, drinking in the sight of me. "Fucking beautiful," he rasps.

“Hurry home, brother,” Oscar smiles before pressing his finger to the screen, and tossing the phone onto the bed next to us.

I take a moment to gather my thoughts, still breathless from the intensity of what just transpired. "It felt empowering," I finally say, turning to meet his gaze. "Amazing. A little confusing, if I'm being honest. But God, Oscar, I want to do it again."

His eyebrow quirks up, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh?"

I nod, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "With Z," I add, my voice barely above a whisper. "In person."

Oscar's laugh is rich and warm, filling the room. "My, my, solnishko," he teases, pulling me closer. "What happened to the innocent little mafia princess I first met? The one who blushed at the mere mention of a kiss?"

I smack his chest playfully, rolling my eyes. "She discovered the joys of having two incredibly sexy men at her disposal," I retort, unable to keep the grin off my face.

He captures my hand, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss on my knuckles. "And what a joy it is to be at your disposal," he murmurs, his eyes twinkling with mirth and affection.

We both dissolve into laughter, the tension of the moment breaking. As our giggles subside, I snuggle closer to Oscar, relishing the warmth of his body against mine. There's still so much uncertainty in our world, so many dangers lurking just beyond the borders of this room. But for now, wrapped in Oscar's arms with the memory of Z's heated gaze still fresh in my mind, I feel invincible.

ZAIRE

I can't getthe image out of my head. Vesper, all golden hair and flushed skin, riding Oscar like she was born to do it. My brother's hands gripping her hips so hard I could almost see the bruises forming. And me, on my phone, my own hand working furiously as I watched them.

It wasn't how I typically got my kicks but fuck if it wasn't hot as hell. The way Vesper's back arched, the sounds she made as she chased her release. I shift uncomfortably, my jeans suddenly too tight as the memories flood back. As soon as I get back, the first thing I plan to do is steal her away and lock the world outuntil I’ve had my fill of her. Until I possess her body, mind, and fucking soul.

"Earth to Z," Alex's voice cuts through my reverie, snapping me back to reality. We're across the street from the clinic, watching the building from our car. I realize I've been staring blankly at the steering wheel for who knows how long.

Alex quirks an eyebrow at me, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You seem relaxed," he says, emphasizing the last word with a waggle of his eyebrows. "Good night?"

I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure. "Just thinking," I mutter, not meeting his eyes.

"Uh-huh," Alex says, unconvinced. "And I'm the Queen of England. Spill it. What's got you so distracted? Vesper call you or something.”

“Or something,” is all I give him.

"You think he's going to show?" I ask, my hand instinctively moving to the gun holstered at my hip.

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