Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
EMILIA
Bastion stood by the window, threatening someone on the phone.
Luca was in the shower. My eyes were locked on Bastion, his tattoos, the scars, the sliver chain. I gulped. How did I manage to get both of them.
He glanced over once, catching me. I gestured for him to come over. He didn’t lower the phone as he walked towards me.
I reached for his hand. Guided it down. Pressed his fingers at my zipper.
Bastion took a sharp breath. Then he tugged.
My dress dropped.
His breathing shifted, quieter, heavier. I took his fingers, led them lower, settling them against me. Over my clit.
He moved the fabric aside, touched me just barely—his finger circling soft as his voice turned sharp again into the phone. Another threat. Important, maybe. But I needed him here.
I undid the knot of his towel, let it fall. I dropped lower, slower, my lips brushing his thigh. His hand dragged up my body, rough, reminding me who I belonged to.
“Fuck,” he muttered, low, almost off the call. He didn’t let me stay there. He lifted me up, and set me on the edge of the bed, knees sinking into the mattress.
Luca’s footsteps came closer.
Bastion looked once toward the doorway, then tossed the phone across the room. Luca caught it, as if he’d been waiting. They didn’t need words. One look was enough.
And then Bastion was back on me.
He pushed down my throat, thick and heavy, filling me until my eyes watered. His hand gripped the base of my neck, steady, rocking his hips with controlled force.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “Taking me so deep. Perfect mouth. Perfect angel.”
My throat burned around Bastion, but his voice made it feel like heaven.
“Good girl… choking so sweet on me. Our angel.”
I moaned, the sound muffled. His hips rocked forward again, steady. Controlled. My eyes watered, and he brushed my hair back, thumb at my temple like he couldn’t bear to see me undone without touching.
The bed shifted behind me. A low laugh curved close to my ear. Luca.
“Already crying for him?” Luca’s hand ran along my back, up to my neck, claiming me with a touch as Bastion filled my mouth.
Bastion didn’t look at him. He didn’t have to. They never did. Whatever passed between them moved without words—just the weight of a glance.
Luca’s hand slid under my chin, fingers brushing against Bastion’s hand, controlling the rhythm together. He pressed me down, then eased me back, coaxing me to breathe around his brother.
“That’s it,” Luca murmured, voice low and sharp. “Breathe for us. Be our good girl.”
Bastion groaned above me.
When Bastion pulled free. Wiping my bottom lip, looking at me in a way that my heart twist. Luca thumb stroked my neck.
“You did so good baby,” Luca murmured. “Now let us worship you.”
Bastion caught my chin, tilted my face up to him. “Say it.”
“I want you,” I whispered, the words breaking out of me. “Both of you.”
Luca kissed the corner of my mouth, his hand sliding down, over my breasts, my ribs, lower still until his fingers found me.
“Awe. Baby, you’re needy aren’t you.” Luca said, smug. His knuckles brushed Bastion’s. “She’s soaked, You feel that, brother?”
Bastion’s hand was already there, rougher, pushing in along aside Luca’s. Two sets of fingers, two touches—one teasing, one demanding.
“Fuck. That’s our good girl,” Bastion murmured, his voice shaking like he was barely holding back. “Open for us. Take us both.”
Luca’s mouth was against my ear. “That’s it, baby. Give in. Let us ruin you slow.”
Their rhythm tangled—Bastion stroking deep, Luca circling higher, perfect torment. I gasped, arching, between the hands that owned me.
“Listen to her,” Bastion muttered, jaw tight, his eyes never leaving my face. “Our angel’s falling apart.”
Luca’s fingers flicking, coaxing .
I sobbed against their hands, every nerve lit, every inch of me claimed.
“You’ll sleep well tonight,” Luca whispered, lips brushing mine. “When we’re done.”
“You thought we were done, baby?” Bastion hand cupped my jaw, thumb rubbing over my cheek. “We’ve waited too long for you. Tonight you don’t get mercy.”
The bed shifted as they moved me, guided me, their hands sure, patient, reverent. One moment I was on the edge of the mattress, the next I was flat, thighs parted, knees bent. Bastion’s weight pressed against me from behind, holding me open, while Luca’s mouth dragged hot kisses down my stomach.
“Easy,” Bastion rumbled, his palm flattening on my belly, pinning me down. “Let him taste you, angel. Be good for Daddy.”
Luca groaned into me like he’d been starving. His tongue was relentless, licking deep, sucking slow, dragging me up toward another peak before I’d even caught my breath. Then he pulled back.
Bastion shifted, kneeling between my thighs. I felt the press of him, thick and demanding, nudging against me.
“She’s dripping for us,” Luca murmured, pulling back just enough to smirk against my thigh. “Beg for it, baby. Tell Daddy you want him inside.”
“I—please—” My voice broke, desperation flooding out. “I want you. I want both of you.”
Bastion groaned, hand gripping my hip so tight it bordered on pain. “Good girl. Always knew you’d beg for us again.”
He pushed into me, slow at first, stretching, filling until I gasped. My scream cracked, swallowed by Luca’s mouth when he kissed me again, his tongue stealing my breath as his brother took my body .
Bastion rocked harder, rough but steady, groaning in my ear. “That’s it. Take me, angel. Take Daddy’s cock like the good girl you are.”
Every thrust drove me further into Luca’s arms. His fingers tangled in my hair, his lips brushing mine as he whispered filth soft enough to break me. “Feel how deep he is? That’s what you needed. That’s why you couldn’t sleep. Say it.”
“I—needed you. Both of you?—”
Bastion’s hand wrapped around my throat, not tight, just there, grounding me, claiming me. His eyes burned into mine as he rocked deep. “Ours. Every inch of you. Don’t you forget it.”
Luca slid lower again, fingers back on me even as Bastion fucked me harder, circling my clit in rhythm with his brother’s thrusts. The pleasure hit sharp—too sharp.
Luca’s hand snapped, a quick slap to my clit.
I cried out, body jolting forward, the sting pulling me right to the edge.
“Don’t fall apart yet, baby,” Luca coaxed. His touch gentled instantly, teasing in slow circles. “Be Daddy’s good girl and hold it. You can take more for us. You will take more.”
“Please—”
Bastion caught my wrists before I could clutch the sheets. He pulled them up, locked them tight around his neck, his mouth brushing my ear. “No hiding, angel. Hold on to Daddy. Let me play with you. You wanted this—now take it.”
I whimpered, obeying, clinging to him as his thrusts stayed relentless—firm, brutal. He fucked me like he was carving it into my body that I belonged to him.
Luca’s hands slid higher, over my ribs, my breasts, pinching, teasing, making me arch harder into Bastion’s cock.
Luca mouth brushed my temple. “Good girl. Look at you, chest rising for me, pussy choking on him. You were made for this. Let Daddy touch you how he wants. Let us take all of you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, broken, desperate.
Bastion groaned, his hand flexing at my throat. “That’s it. My good girl. Say it again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Luca’s smirk. “That’s better. Now beg us not to stop.”
“Don’t stop—please?—”
Bastion’s pace went brutal, driving into me.
“You’re perfect,” he growled, rocking into me so deep I screamed. “Perfect angel, taking Daddy’s cock just like you were trained to. Our good girl. Ours.”
Luca pressed harder at my clit, his other hand taunting, my nipples. “Come for us, baby. Let go. Make a mess for daddy.”
I shattered, clinging to Bastion’s neck while they worked me through it. Bastion never let me slip, never let me hide. His cock split me open with every thrust, Luca’s fingers coaxed every tremor out of me until I was nothing but their girl, wrecked and shaking between them.
“Beg,” Luca whispered, lips grazing my ear. “You don’t get me until you beg for it.”
“Please. Please, Daddy—fill me.”
A low laugh rumbled from both of them. Bastion’s hand caught my jaw, forcing my eyes to his. “Do you know why we love it when you beg, angel?”
I gasped, shaking my head.
“Because it proves you know who owns you,” he said, stroking my jaw.
“Because it makes you honest,” Luca added, thrusting in suddenly, sharp, deep. My cry broke into his shoulder. “When you beg, we hear the truth you’d never admit to anyone else.”
Bastion kissed my lips hard, swallowing my moan as Luca filled me from behind, stretching me until I shook. Then he pulled out too—leaving me aching, desperate.
“Open wider,” Bastion commanded, pressing me back. His cock slid into me again, while Luca’s fingers found my clit, stroking slow, steady, just enough to make my hips buck.
“Not yet,” Luca whispered, catching my gasp. “Don’t even think about finishing without us telling you.”
When I got too close, Bastion pulled free again. Luca replaced him, sliding in with a groan as Bastion’s hand rubbed my clit, rough and deliberate. My body convulsed, pleasure building sharp and unbearable, and then Bastion stopped.
I sobbed, shaking.
“Look at her,” Luca murmured, thrusting shallow, making me whimper. “Dripping for us. Making a mess that belongs to no one but us.”
Bastion smirked, thumb pressing lightly against my swollen clit without giving me release. “That’s why we edge you, angel. Because your mess is ours. And we like watching you get so wet you can’t stop shaking.”
They kept swapping—one filling me, one rubbing me—over and over, dragging me higher and higher, never letting me fall. Every time I thought it would break, they pulled back, leaving me on the edge, wrecked and ruined, begging louder with each denial.
“Good girl,” Bastion growled, kissing me rough. “Beg harder.”
“Louder,” Luca ordered, thrusting slow, teasing, relentless. “We want the whole city to know who you belong to.”