Page 67 of Sinister Lies


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“Is that what you want, princess?” I ask, my voice a low growl. “To be stuffed full with both our cocks?”

Camila bites her lip and nods, cheeks flaming but desire shining in her eyes. I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her breathless. My hands roam her writhing body as my brother continues his relentless rhythm between her thighs.

I break the kiss, my breaths coming hard and fast. The sounds of their coupling fill my ears, the slick slide of flesh and her desperate mewls.

My brother meets my heated gaze, a wicked grin twisting his lips. “I think our princess is ready for more,” he says.

Camila trembles between us but doesn’t protest. She’s ours for the taking, our willing plaything. The thought sends a spike of heat straight to my aching cock.

I trail my fingers down the supple curve of her breast.

She shudders at my touch, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. I continue exploring her body alongside my brother, our twisted desires intertwining. We indulge her darkest fantasies and introduce her to pleasures she’s only dreamed of.

I lavish attention on her breasts, taking one taut nipple into my mouth. She arches into me, pulling against the restraints. My tongue swirls around the stiff peak before sucking hard, making her cry out.

Meanwhile, my brother continues his relentless pace between her thighs, his thick cock driving her higher with every thrust. Camila is lost to the pleasure, writhing, and moaning between us. I can sense her pleasure mounting.

“That’s it, princess,” he croons, fingers dancing over her sensitive clit. “We’re going to make you come so hard.”

Camila tosses her head back, eyes squeezed shut. Her breaths come in short, sharp gasps as we push her closer and closer to release. I lavish her breasts with open-mouthed kisses, my tongue tracing circles around one nipple while my fingers pinch and roll the other.

Renzo’s movements quicken, his hips snapping hard against hers. I can tell he’s getting close, too, from the rough grunts spilling from his lips. But he holds back, determined to tip our princess over the edge first.

“Please,” Camila begs, writhing beneath us. “I’m so close.”

Renzo’s thumb presses down on her clit, rubbing tight circles. “God damn, you’re tight, bookworm,” he growls.

Her moans pitch higher, edged with desperation. She’s right on the brink.

I capture her cries with a heated kiss, swallowing her moans of pleasure. My brother drives into her relentlessly, his fingers working her clit until she shatters.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Camila screams, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes through her. I devour her screams, kissing her passionately as she comes undone.

Renzo continues to fuck her through it, prolonging the pleasure until she collapses back against the sheets, not yet finding his own release.

I arch a brow. “Not breeding her tight little cunt, brother?”

He shakes his head. “Not tonight. I’m going to breed her virgin ass.”

Camila moans, eyes rolling in her head.

I break the kiss, smoothing her sweat-dampened hair back from her face. Her eyes are glazed, lips kiss-swollen, and cheeks flushed. She looks thoroughly ravished. The sight makes my cock pulse with need where it’s pressed against her thigh.

“Such a good girl,” Renzo praises.

Camila shudders, overstimulated. I share a heated look with my brother over her prone form. We’re both painfully aroused after watching her come so hard. Time for round two.

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CAMILA

Iwhimper as Renzo withdraws, my body aching at the sudden emptiness. Despite the twisted games they’ve played with me, the lies and manipulation, I’ve never craved anything more than the touch of these two dangerous men.

Elio’s hands are gentle as he unties the restraints from my wrists and ankles, a stark contrast to the rough treatment I’ve endured. But even his tender touch sends shivers of desire through my oversensitive skin.

I can’t help the needy moan that escapes my lips as I reach for them, desperate to feel their bodies against mine once more. The rational part of my mind screams that this is wrong, that I should run far away from these cruel brothers who have imprisoned me.

But my treacherous body refuses to listen, aching for their skilled hands and wicked mouths. I’ve fallen under their spell, addicted to the heady mix of pleasure and pain they inflict upon me.

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