Page 163 of The Obedient Lie
He exhaled, lips grazing my ear. “Fuck.”
Bastion’s hand moved to the side of my neck, thumb brushing over my pulse.
“You think we didn’t notice,” he said, dragging the words. “How the headlines shifted. How the Caplans tried to replace you. How you wore that dress and didn’t send us a single fucking photo.”
Luca chuckled, but it was dark. “You were testing us.”
“No—”
“You wanted to see what we’d do.”
Bastion’s fingers slid slowly down the zipper of my dress.
“So now we’re going to show you.”
The zipper stopped at the small of my back. Neither ofthem moved to undress me completely. They just stood there —watching. Breathing. Crowding.
“Take it off,” Bastion said softly. “Slowly.”
“Face us when you do it,” Luca added, stepping back and dropping onto the bed behind me. “I want to watch every inch.”
My hands were shaking.
I reached for the straps.
Pulled them down, inch by inch.
The dress slid lower.
Their eyes never moved.
The fabric pooled at my feet.
Only my white lace bra and matching g-string remained.
My skin flushed under their gaze, my pulse skittering.
“Turn, baby,” Bastion said, voice rough. “Let us see your ass.”
I hesitated for half a breath.
Then did exactly what they asked.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
The slip of lace hugged my hips — barely there, barely decent — and the way they both groaned made my legs weak.
“Fuck,” Luca muttered, his voice reverent. “We love it when you listen.” He got up from the bed and stepping behind me.
His hands slid over my hips, thumbs stroking the line between lace and skin.Possessive.
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss just above the curve of my spine.
“You’re so fucking beautifully,” he murmured.
I let my hand drift back, resting gently over his on my hip.
