Page 61 of The Obedient Lie
Didn’t notice how I watched every step she took.
How Ilovedevery second of it.
That scent hit a second later—her. Fucking intoxicating. My throat tightened. My jaw locked. My grip on the glass tensed hard enough to crack it.
She moved past me like it was nothing.
Like I wasn’t losing my mind sitting here.
She didn’t know I’d taken her shirts. That I’d made sure satin was her only option.
That I waited all damn day to see what she’d beforcedto put on.
And now that I had?
I couldn’t fucking breathe.
She reached for something near her bed, still oblivious to the fact I hadn’t looked away once.
Luca, on the other side of the room, tracked her just as quietly.
We didn’t need to speak. We never did in moments like this.
We just watched.
Waited.
Burned.
And she had no idea.
She bent over to grab something off the floor.
And I fucking choked.
Not audibly. Not outwardly. But inside?
My lungs seized. My brain stopped. My body went rigid.
The hem of those satin shorts slid higher—barely there to begin with—and now?
Now I could see the full curve of her ass. The way her thighs met.
The soft skin I’d imagined touching more times than I’d admit even under threat.
She stayed bent like that a second too long.
And all I could see wasmebehind her.
Grabbing her hips. Pressing my chest to her back.
My hand slipping down the front of those fucking shorts while the other claimed her throat.
Her breath hitching—mine ragged—her skin so goddamn soft under my fingers.
I wanted to ruin her.
To feel her melt beneath me.
