Page 195 of The Obedient Lie

“What do you want, baby?” I asked her.

She looked between us, breath catching.

I exhaled, jaw tight. “Then you need toearnit. Take him back in your mouth—nice and deep—and when I say switch, you give him up and you take me. Back and forth. Until we say otherwise.”

She nodded—pliant, ruined, and fucking perfect.

Her mouth switched between us—lips stretched around Luca, then me. Tongue slow, careful,worshipful.

We didn’t thrust.

We didn’t take.

We let her give.

To begin with.

Each moan, each praise, made her tremble. While her mouth stayed focused onus.

I cupped her cheek, angling her face to look up at me as she took me again.

“That’s it, baby,” I ran my thumb along her jaw. “You’re doingperfect. Just a little more…”

She moaned softly, trying to take more, even as her throat worked to hold me deeper.

“You like it, don’t you?” I asked, brushing her hair aside so I could see her face—glass-glazed eyes, ruined mouth, flushed cheeks. “Being ignored like this. Used. Given nothing.”

Luca chuckled low beside me, sharp and hungry. “She’s a fuckingmessalready.”

“She hasn’t even beenfuckedyet,” I said, voice dropping. “And she’sshaking.”

She moaned again, her thighs twitching beneath her. I pulled her off me.

“Say it,” I told her, hand sliding under her chin. “Say what you want.”

“I want…” Her breath hitched. “I want your hands on me. I want tocome.”

Luca crouched beside her, fingers dragging slowly up the inside of her trembling thigh—close enough to torment, not to touch.

“And what makes you think you’veearnedthat?” he asked.

Her mouth parted like she might answer—but she hesitated. Breathless. Shaking.

“Exactly,” I said, grabbing her chin and turning her face back toward my cock. “You don’t get to come yet. You get tobeg.”

Luca leaned in, voice low and sharp. “Or you get tosuffer, baby, for now.”

She swallowed hard, eyes darting between us. I saw it—the way her thighs clenched, her chest rising in short, frantic bursts.

And still… she opened her mouth for me again.

That broke me.

I guided myself back into her—slower this time, but deeper.

She struggled, her throat working to take me, but she didn’t pull away.

Shefuckingtook it.