Page 165 of The Obedient Lie
The words ripped through me.
Pride.
Possession.
The kind that made my knees weak and my heart race.
His thumb dragged along my cheekbone. “You stood in front of them and chose us?”
“I did.”
Luca’s hand tightened on my back.
His head dropped for a second like he was grounding himself as if he was trying not to lose control.
Bastion leaned in, nose brushing mine.
“You don’t know what that does to us, baby.”
“I think I do.”
Luca’s mouth was at my ear then, voice husky. “Say it again. Tell us.”
“That I’m yours?” I whispered.
Both of them exhaled like I’d taken the air straight out of their lungs.
“Yes,” Bastion rasped. “Again.”
“I’m yours.”
Luca’s lips ghosted down my neck. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was a rough breath. “What that means to us. What thatdoes.”
I was trembling now, and not from fear. From how tightly they were holding back.
Bastion’s hand dropped from my face and traced down my neck, over my chest, then stopped just under my bra.
“Take it off,” he said softly. “Let us see what belongs to us.”
I reached back, unclasping the bra.
Their eyes darkened.
It slipped from my arms, falling silently to the floor.
Luca hissed through his teeth. “Fuck.”
“She’s perfect,” Bastion muttered, almost to himself. “She’sfucking perfect.”
His hands cupped me — gentle.
Luca stepped around, standing behind me, his chest warm against my back. I felt the lace of my g-string being traced by his thumbs.
“You wore this for us?” he whispered at my ear.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
