Page 122 of The Obedient Lie
His mouth crashed down on mine—deep, hard,consuming.
That one word echoed through my head, over and over.
Mine.
He lifted me onto the counter in one move, hips between my legs, hands locking around my waist.
“I fuckingneedyou,” he growled against my mouth. “Need to feel your legs wrapped around me. Need to bury myself so deep you forget every other name butmine.”
He kissed me again, hungrier now. Rougher. His hands splayed across my thighs like he was relearning the shape of them.
“I’m losing my fucking mind, baby.”
Another kiss—hot and bruising.
“I wake up hard. I go to sleep harder. I see you talking to anyone else and I want towreckthem.”
His lips brushed down my jaw, his voice turning gravel against my throat.
“Do you haveanyidea what it’s like? Watching you smile at my cousins like you don’t know what that mouth isfor?”
I whimpered, gasping as his grip tightened.
“I want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, baby. I want youon your kneesin that little satin dress you wear like a fucking tease.”
His hand slid up my thigh, slow, possessive.
“I’m gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”
He pulled me sharply, into him, and I felt his dick.
“I’m gonna make you forget every word butyes, Bastion.”
My head was spinning. “Bastion?—”
“No.” He pulled back just enough to see me. “You don’t get to run from this.”
His voice dropped lower. Rougher.
“Youbelongupstairs.”
I froze.
“Instead, you’re down here. Studying withthem.Like this thing between us isn’t fuckingreal.” He softened—just slightly.
His eyes searched mine. Something darker behind the fury.
“Did I do something?” he asked, quieter now. “Did I… fuck this up somehow?”
I blinked.
“I know I’m not good at this shit,” he muttered, fingers twitching where they held my hips. “Emotions. Talking. But if I did something—justtell me.”
His voice cracked. “So I can fix it.”
That broke something in me.
The way hemeantit.
