Page 68 of The Obedient Lie

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God, I’d ruin her.

We’d ruin her.

But right now, she was still untouched.

Still soft and untrained and sacred in a way that made me ache.

She’d hate herself for how fast she’d obey.

How quick her mouth would part.

How wet she’d be, just from being told she was pretty like this.

Ourslike this.

We’d hold her between us.

Control her breath.

Tell her when to swallow.

When to cry.

And those eyes...

Those doe eyes would look up at us like we were her entire world.

I nearly groaned out loud at the image.

At the unbearable ache of not having her yet.

She sat up fast, panicked.

Not to cover herself.

Not to scream.

But to apologize.

“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, voice soft and shaking. “I didn’t know you were back. I thought—I thought I was alone. I’ll get dressed—just give me a second. I didn’t mean to—I didn’t?—”

The rest came out in a rush, like she was the one who had done something wrong.

Likeherbare skin was a sin.

Likesheshould be ashamed.

Not us.

My stomach twisted.

She didn’t cover her chest.

Didn’t hide her thighs.

Didn’t even meet my eyes again.

She just kept apologizing.

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