Page 152 of The Obedient Lie
Their twin groans hit me.
Luca’s tongue dipped forward, slow and torturous, parting me so sharp Igasped.
Bastion didn’t stop watching. His hand slid between my breasts, down the center of my stomach,groundingme as I trembled beneath the weight of their control.
Luca’s mouth pressed firmer, his tongue sweeping deep, then retreating with maddening slowness, his breath a hum of praise.
“She tastes like she knows who she belongs to,” he said, voice rough.
“Messy already,” Bastion added, looking down at me like I was somethingfragile and filthy and divineall at once. “We haven’t even started.”
I moaned again, desperate, incoherent.
“I need—” I gasped, but I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“You need what, baby?” Luca asked, his mouth warm against my thigh. “You gonna beg now?”
He kissed higher. “You ready to cry our names?”
“You don’t finish until we hear both,” Bastion added.
Tears pricked behind my eyes — not from pain. From therestraint. From theoverwhelmingway they adored and ruined me at once.
“I—Luca—Bastion — please?—”
He sucked hard against the spot heknewwould undo me, and I arched.
Bastion caught me, his arms pulling me down.
“Don’t you dare break yet,” he whispered in my ear, one hand fisting in my hair.“You’ll give it to us when we say. Not before.”
I was shaking, my hands digging into the sheets, trying to control myself as Luca’s tongue moved again. Slower.Intentional.
“I can feel her holding back,” he murmured. “Trying to be good.”
“She’sourgood girl,” Bastion replied, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Aren’t you, baby?”
I nodded. The pressure inside me wasunbearable.
“Then prove it,” Luca growled. “Say it.”
“Please,” I gasped. “Please let me?—”
“Say our names.”
“Luca. Bastion.Please.I need to come.Please.”
Luca groaned into me, his mouthdevouringme like my voice gave him permission.
Bastion leaned closer, his lips brushing mine, holding me as I came apart.
“Now,” he whispered. “Break for us, baby. Now.”
I screamed their names like aprayerand acursein one.
Luca didn’t stop until I wasshaking, into Bastion’s shoulder, every nerve flooded with their touch.
Bastion held me tighter. “That’s our girl.”
