Page 67 of The Silent War
The screen kept flashing. My chest tightened. Then, I pressed accept.
“There she is.” Luca’s voice was low, in a way that made my skin flush.
“Our angel finally picked up,” Bastion said, rougher. God. How did their voices have such an effect on me.
I swallowed hard. “Hi.” My voice shook more than I wanted.
“Can’t sleep baby?”
“Um. No. Why?” This time my voice sounded more steady.
“We’re going to help you. Lie back,” Luca said. “Put the phone by your head. I want to hear everything.”
“Touch yourself for us,” Bastion added.
I let out a sharp laugh, nervous. “I’m fine.”
“If you were fine, you’d be asleep,” Luca said, with that calm controlled way, that made me nervous.
“Be a good girl. Do as you’re told.”
The heat in my stomach twisted. My hand trembled as I set the phone on the pillow beside me.
“Start slow,” Luca murmured. “Just fingertips. No lower yet.”
My hand hovered against my stomach, hesitant.
“Now lower,” Bastion pressed. “Don’t stop.”
I obeyed before I meant to. My breath caught.
“That’s it,” Luca said softly. “Good girl. Ours.”
“Louder. Let us hear you.”
A sound slipped out, small and humiliating.
“There,” Luca soothed. “Perfect.”
“Don’t hide it,” Bastion muttered. “Daddy wants it raw.”
My thighs trembled. I bit my lip.
“Don’t bite,” Luca ordered. “Breathe.”
Of course he knew. I exhaled shakily.
“Now, hold it.”Luca said.
“Say who it’s for,” Bastion growled.
“It’s—” My voice cracked. “It’s for you.”
Both of them exhaled at once.
“That’s our good girl,” Luca praised.
“Ours,”
