Page 200 of The Obedient Lie
She was wrecked, glowing andours.
And she thought it was over.
She thought that was it.
That letting go once meant she was done.
That we’d touch her gently now, clean her up, tell her how good she did.
And shehadbeen good.
But she wasn’t done.
Not evenclose.
I caught her just as she dropped forward, breath still jagged and uneven.
She tried to curl in on herself—instinct, maybe. Or shame.
But I grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands behind her back, fisting her hair, tilting her head up.
Her eyes widened—dazed, barely able to process the shift.
“I—I thought?—”
“You thoughtwrong.”
Luca moved around to kneel in front of her again, eyes black with something darker now.
“That wasn’t foryou.That was forus.You wereshaking, baby.Begging.That wasobedience.That wasours.”
“Open your legs.Wider.”
She obeyed—even as her legs trembled beneath her.
I reached down and slid my fingers between her—already soaked, already twitching.
I slid two fingers deep into her.
Luca’s hand slid over her throat again.
“You’re going to come again,” he told her. “Butnot like last time.We’re going tomakeyou.”
“We’re not asking anymore,” I added. “Youbelongto us now. That mouth. That pussy. That sweet, soaked little body.”
Her head dropped back with a sob.
But she didn’t close her legs.
Not once.
Evenbroken open—shestill wanted this.
I curled my fingers inside her, just enough to graze the spot that made hertwitch.
Then I stopped.
Paused.
