Page 202 of The Obedient Lie

I took my time kissing down her stomach. Each press of my mouth was slow, possessive. I kissed her like Iownedher skin—like no one else ever would. When I reached her hips, I glanced up.

She was watching us both. Eyes heavy. Lips trembling.

Luca lowered his mouth to her breast, taking her nipplebetween his teeth while his hand slipped lower, between her thighs.

But he didn’t touch her where she wanted.

Just above.

Just below.

Never there.

She whimpered, wrists pulling at the tie. “Please?—”

“No,” I said sharply, rising to my knees. “Not unless we say so.”

I watched her chest heave. Her body was already responding—tight, desperate, twitching from theedging.

Luca looked at me and grinned. “Let’s see how many times she can come with her hands tied.”

I moved between her legs, spreading her open.

I slid two fingers inside. Slow. Deep.

“Feel that?” I asked softly. “How you’re alreadypulsingfor us? That’s not even stimulation, baby. That’sownership.”

She gasped.

But I didn’t move them. I just held them there.

Her thighs shook beneath my hands.

“Color, baby,” Luca asked, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

“Green,” she breathed, her voice soft but certain, reaching for him instinctively, even bound.

I slid my hand across her stomach, holding her there,steady, keeping her grounded as she trembled beneath us.

Luca bent down and kissed her mouth—slow and filthy. “You’re going to thank us when this is over.”

“For what?” she breathed.

“Forbreakingyou like this,” I said. “For taking what’s alreadyoursand teaching you how toneedit.”

She arched, desperate.

“Count.”

She blinked, dazed. “W-What?”

“Every time you come tonight,” Luca said, sliding his finger between her circling her clit with deliberate pressure, “you’re going to count it for us.Out loud.”

“And if you forget?” I said, voice dropping. “We start over.”

She gasped, already trembling. “I—okay—yes.”

Good girl.