Page 166 of The Obedient Lie
My breath hitched.
Bastion kissed the top of my breast, then looked up. “We’re going to take you apart slowly.”
Luca’s hands gripped my hips. “But you’ll love every second of it.”
I nodded, speechless.
“Say it,” Bastion said, lips brushing my skin. “Say you’re ours again.”
“I’m yours.”
They didn’t move.
Not right away.
They just looked at me — like I was something holy. Somethingtheirs.
Bastion’s hand slid beneath my hair and curled around the back of my neck. Not hard. Not soft. Justcertain.
“You don’t get to say that and not be touched,” he murmured. “You know that, right?”
I nodded, throat thick.
Luca sat on the edge of the bed behind me, his hands on my hips as he tugged me back — just enough for my spine to press to his chest.
Bastion dropped to his knees in front of me.
And the breath left my lungs.
His hands pushed my thighs apart, gently, like he was opening a gift he already owned.
His fingers ghosted over the inside of my knees.
Luca’s lips brushed my shoulder from behind — slow, reverent. “Let us show you what happens when you give yourself to us.”
I nodded, and Bastion made a low sound — approval, hunger, both — before he hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and dragged them down.
Then he paused.
Looking at me.
Looking through me.
And then he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh — just above my knee — soft and slow.
My knees trembled.
Another kiss.
Higher.
Then another.
His mouth dragged up the line of my leg, inch by inch, until I was trembling.
Until I couldn’t hold still.
Until my hand found Luca’s at my waist and gripped it like a lifeline.
