FALLON
My breath hitches as Milo’s tongue traces the seam of my lips. “We won’t f**k you until you let us,” he whispers. “You don’t need to fight us. We won’t hurt you. You’ll like it.”
“Wait—both of you?” I can barely get the words out, my voice quaking with the thrill of fear and something forbidden.
Leone chuckles low beside me, his warmth seeping into my skin. “Doppio il piacere, Bella,” Milo murmurs.
I furrow my brows when Leone grips my chin and turns my face toward him.
“He said ‘double the pleasure, beautiful’,” Leone translates for me. Their confidence unnerves me and leaves me unsure.
I sense Milo pulling back slightly, maybe doubting. Still, Leone is quick to chase away any hesitation, leaning in to lick along my lips before forcing his tongue into my mouth in a way that
