Page 170 of The Obedient Lie
It wascontrolled.
Claiming.
Bastion’s palm slid up the back of my thigh, spreading me further, guiding my hips until I wasrightwhere they wanted me.
Where theyneededme.
“Hold still, baby,” he murmured. And the way he said it — I obeyed before my brain could catch up.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
Luca’s fingers traced up my ribs — slow andpossessive.“You listen so well.”
I whimpered, caught between them — Bastion beneath me, Luca behind.
Luca kissed the nape of my neck, hands firm on my hips, adjusting me again. I was alreadygone.
Bastion filled me with one slow, precise thrust, and my breath broke — the stretch, the pressure, thepossession.
“Fuck, baby.” His eyes squeezed shut. “You take me so good. So fucking tight.”
I could barely breathe.
Could barely think.
And then Luca leaned down, lips brushing my ear.
“Now say it.”
“Say… what?”
“That you’re ours,” he whispered. “That no one else gets to touch you. That no one else gets tofuckyou. Just us.”
“You,” I gasped. “Only you. I’m?—”
Bastion’s hips rolled slowly, drawing another cry from me.
“Not enough, baby. Say our names.”
“Bastion,” I trembled.
Luca’s hand curved around my jaw, guiding my face toward him.
“And me, baby. Say it.”
“Luca.”
He kissed me — deep andclaiming— while Bastion thrust again, the rhythm agonizingly controlled.
“You’reours,” Luca said against my mouth. “Say it. Say it like you believe it.”
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “Yours.”
Bastion growled under me, thrusting deeper. “Good fucking girl.”
My body shook as Luca’s fingers slid lower, teasing where Bastion’s body already filled me.
“You wanna come?” Luca asked, voice like a dare. “You think you’ve earned it?”
