Page 146 of The Obedient Lie
She swallowed hard.
“And you think Iwouldn’thear about that?”
The table was silent. You could hear the flicker of candlelight, the clink of someone putting a glass down too carefully.
I leaned down again, close enough she had to look at me.
Possessive. Calm. Dangerous.
“Now… if someone asks again,” I said, “what do you say?”
Her throat moved like she was trying to swallow the moment. Like she was trying to act unaffected with every heir and heiress watching. But those big eyes of hers gave her away. She couldn’t hide the way she looked at me. Not anymore.
“I’m with both of you.”
I smiled then. The kind that made people nervous.
The kind that saidshe was marked.
But it still wasn’t enough.
I leaned in, slow, my hand curling around the back of her neck, fingers warm, steady. Anchoring her.
My voice dropped, just for her. “Say it.”
Her brows pinched. “Say what?”
“Who fucks you.”
Her breath caught. Eyes wide. The kind of wide that made me want to ruin her mouth.
“Say it, Emilia,” I murmured again. “Say it like you mean it.”
She blinked once.
“Bastion and Luca Crow fuck me.”
Loud. Clear. Shaking—but proud.
The dining hall stilled. Heads turned.
“Do you fuck two brothers, baby?” I asked, voice loud and dangerous. “Twinbrothers?”
She didn’t speak. Just nodded—slow, unapologetic,proud.
And I’d never been prouder.
“Good fucking girl,” I pulled her forward into my mouth again. This kiss wasn’t violent. It was reverent. Open. Deep.
Her fingers tightening in my shirt like she needed something to hold on to.
When I pulled back, I kissed the corner of her mouth again, then her jaw.
I wanted every fucker in this room to hear us. If they had a problem with it, they better know the consequences of trying to judge her.
“Who do you belong to, who wordships you baby?” I murmured, my voice brushing her skin.
My hand slid just slightly down her spine, slow and possessive.
