Page 148 of The Obedient Lie

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My breathing faltered.

Their expressions didn’t change. They didn’t move. They justwatchedme — still and calm and completely in control.

I swear these twins are going to be the death of me.

I dropped my gaze to the space between them. The mattress stretched out like a quietdare, and Luca’s hand still rested at the center — fingers dragging slow over the sheets like he wasmarking the pathhe wanted me to take.

Crawl.

The word throbbed in my chest.

I took one step closer.

Then another.

Their eyes never left me.

And when I reached the edge of the bed, I paused.

White silk clung to my body, every inch of me exposed under the dim light. My thighs trembled, but not from fear. From the weight of two sets of identical eyes, watching like I wastheirsto claim.

I placed one hand on the mattress.

Then the other.

Then lowered.

The sheets were warm against my knees as I slowly crawled onto the bed, moving between them — one breath, one inch at a time. My hair brushed my shoulders. I couldfeeltheir gazes dragging over every shift in my body.

Every twitch.

Every inch.

Bastion let out a breath through his nose, jaw clenched.

Luca’s hand rested where he wanted me to stop.

“Look at her,” Bastion murmured, voice rough.

“Crawling for us like a good girl,”Luca added.

I swallowed hard.

And I didn’t stop until I was between them — both of them shirtless, inked, golden-skinned and wild-eyed like the calm was only amaskfor the storm I’d just walked into.

I sat back on my heels, breath shallow.

Bastion leaned in first, cupping my jaw with a gentleness thatundidme.

“If you tell us to stop, baby — we will, okay?” his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “If it ever gets too much… just say so.Promise?”

I nodded.

“We need to hear you say it,” Luca said gently, shifting closer. His knuckles brushed down my arm, tracing a path to where my fingers still pressed into the mattress.

“I say stop,” I whispered. “You stop.”

I pulled the covers back slowly, the hush of linen against my hands louder than the thoughts racing through my head.