Page 206 of The Obedient Lie
I slid the ribbon around her throat—slow, deliberate—letting the silk settle against her skin. But I didn’t tie it.
Not yet.
I wanted her toask.
“You’ll be ours forever. We won’t let you go. Not even when you think we already have. This ends with youmarked. Bled. Tattooed.”
“It sounds like a proposal,” she said softly, smiling—still dazed.
“No,” Luca murmured, his hand gliding down her side. “It’s apromise.”
She had no idea how deep our obsession ran—how possessed and crazed she made us. No idea what we would do, or who we would become, just to make sure this ends the way we said. Her,tattooed as ours.
“Say it,” I told her.
She didn’t answer.
So I moved down her body and spread her thighs open again.
“Say who you belong to.”
I didn’t touch her.
“Bastion… Luca…”
“Again,”
“Bastion. Luca.Please. I’m ours—ours?—”
Luca tied the ribbon.
Tight.
Centered.
Beautiful.
And then I pressed my fingers back into her soaked body—and she cameimmediately.
Her breath shattered. Her throat arched.
Shescreamedour names.
Over and over and over.
I leaned in, pressing a kiss to the velvet tied around her throat.
I couldn’t fucking wait to collar herproperly.
Fuck an engagement ring. The black ribbon at her throat gleamed against her flushed skin—not just a mark of ownership now, but afucking promise.
Adeclaration.
She wore it like she wasmadefor it.
“You look better like this,” I muttered, dragging my palm up her thigh. “Messy. Collared. Wet…”
“Ruined,” Luca added, voice low picking up where I left off. “Ours.”
