Page 205 of The Obedient Lie
“Because no onecan,” I added. “They won’t even know where to start. You belong to us.You always will.”
She let out a whimper and collapsed fully into Luca’s arms, still twitching, still leaking.
She didn’t even realize her thighs were still parted.
Didn’t realize her mouth was open, whispering our names like aprayer.
And we weren’t just going to let her fall asleep after this.
We were going to carry her through the crash.
Thenremindher who she belonged to.
Again.
“You feel that?” I asked, pressing a palm between her thighs again. “Stillfucking soaked.You’re not done.”
She let out a broken sound—somewhere between a cry and a gasp—and shook her head. “I can’t…”
“Youcan.”
I moved up the bed until I was crouched beside her again, reaching for her chin. Her face turned into my palm like she needed to be held—or branded. I couldn’t tell which.
“You’ll come again,” I said, voice low. “But this time, you’llearnit.”
She blinked up at me, glassy-eyed.
Luca whispered into her ear. “You don’t get to come just because your body wants to. That wasbefore.That was pleasure.”
“This…” I said, pulling something from the drawer at the bedside. A thin velvet ribbon. Deep black. A temporary collar. A placeholder. “This is ownership.”
Her breath stilled when she saw it.
She knew.
“You say you’re ours,” I kissed her throat. “You scream when we tell you to. You break beautifully. But you don’t wear our name.Not yet.”
Her lips parted. “What do you mean…?”
I held the ribbon up, letting it dangle. “This is whathappens when a girl’s body belongs to men like us. You don’t walk around with your head high pretending you’reuntouched.”
“You wear it.”
Luca smirked, “You wear it so every man in the room knowsexactlywhose filthy little girl you are.”
She trembled. “You’d put that on me?”
“We’ll earn it,” I said. “Tonight, we’re going to show you what itmeansto belong to the Crows. This isn’t just a collar, baby—it’s a promise. You’re ours. And one day, you’ll wear a real one around your neck… a ring on your finger… and our names inked into your skin.”
I leaned in, lips brushing hers.
“You’re not a princess anymore,” Luca whispered, his fingers stroking her collarbone. “Not a legacy. Not a symbol.”
“You’re our girl.”
“Our property.”
“Our legacy.”
