Page 63 of The Obedient Lie
My hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints.
Fucking her until she broke.
Until that little whimper wasn’t just imagined.
Untilmyname was the only one she could remember.
Her fingers reached the drawer, tugging it open to grab something—a charger maybe, or lip balm, I didn’t even know.
Didn’t care. I was too lost in the slow roll of her hips as she sat back on her heels.
I couldn’t stop staring.
Couldn’t stop wanting.
I wasn’t built for slow. I wasn’t built towatch.
And yet here I was—silent, fists clenched, jaw tight.
Luca was just as bad. That’s how I knew we were in trouble.
We never got emotionally involved. It always ended the same: with some girl whining that one of us needed tochoose, complaining we were too close.
The first girl I dated made me pick between her and Luca.
Like that was ever a choice.
He’s half of me. Her hating him felt like she hated me.
Luca had the same problem.
Not that it mattered. We never let anyone get too close. Eventually, they’d see how fucked up we really were.
Fuck and forget.That was the rule.
And now?—
The only girl we’d ever needed was moving through our room in nothing but satin… and the scent I’d been aching for since she left.
Thatperfume.The kind of thing that embedded itself into my bloodstream.
Luca still hadn’t spoken.
But I could feel the tension pulsing off him like a second heartbeat.
He wanted her too.
But now? After the silence. After the distance.
After the way she flinched every time we got close.
Now, it was worse.
Because she was trying so hard to be polite. To stay out of our way. To make herself small.
But there was nothingsmallabout her.
Not in this room.
