Page 6 of The Silent War
I sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall, taking my first real breath since that morning. The city was slowly killing me. Or that’s what it felt like.
I looked out at the skyline, then closed my eyes.
And pictured her.
Naked.
Bent over.
Her thighs trembling as I fucked her, slow and brutal, while the entire skyline watched.
One hand twisted in her hair, forcing her head back just to hear her moan. Pinning her between the glass, everything we had built for her.
She’d whimper while I kept her spread and full, dragging it out until she begged.
For both of us.
Because we’d teach her to. Again.
I’d whisper in her ear that the city could burn, and I still wouldn’t pull out until she screamed both our names.
And when I finally came, deep inside her, I’d kiss the back of her head and murmur, “Ours. Every fucking inch of you.”
I swallowed hard, jaw tight, then I opened my eyes and did the one thing I wasn’t supposed to.
Broke my own ritual. I only ever checked her Veil before bed.
It was the rule—my rule.
The only one keeping me from losing what was left of my mind.
But tonight? I needed her.
I unlocked my phone.
Swipe. Tap.
Veil.
Her profile was pinned at the top of the feed on the algorithm Luca had coded for us—one that filtered out everything but her.
And there she was.
Our beautiful girl, wearing light pink. Tight. Cut low. The kind of dress that made my mouth go dry.
I zoomed in.
There, just under the strap of her dress. White lace. Not just any lingerie.
Ours.
The Crow crest was stitched under the cup. Invisible unless you knew where to look.
But I knew.
Because we had paid to have it made. Luca and I had designed her wardrobe. Bought out her stylist under fake names.
Sent custom labels, hidden embroidery, coded lingerie.
