Page 78 of The Obedient Lie

I didn’t have to answer. He could feel it.So could Luca.

Their hands moved in tandem now—one of them pressing two fingers against me in a lazy, tormenting circle while the other began easing inside.Slow.

“What agood girl,”Bastion murmured, the edge of a smile in his voice. “Being ready for us so soon…”

Their touches deepened, but they didn’t rush. I could feel it in every pass of their hands—the restraint, the control. Like this wasn’t just about touching me.

It was aboutclaimingme.

My head fell back, instinctively resting against Bastion’s chest. His arm curled around my waist, anchoring me there between his legs while his other hand continued stroking deep and slow between mine.

“That’s it, baby…”he said into my hair.“Lean back into me. Just enjoy it.”

My lips parted on a shaky exhale as Luca shifted forward. He didn’t say anything—just cradled my jaw in his palm and tilted my face toward him.

And then hekissedme.

It was a kiss that pulled me apart—full of heat and want and every unspoken word they’d never said. His tongue slid against mine,slow and coaxing, while his fingers never stopped working me open.

“You don’t have to think,” Bastion whispered, his mouth brushing along my shoulder now. “Just feel.”

And I did.

I felteverything.

I shattered quietly.

No warning. No scream. Just a soft, strangled gasp as my body gave in—tremblingbetween them, every nerve ending lit with heat and relief. My thighs clenched, hands grasping for anything, and found Luca’s forearm while Bastion’s grip around my waist only tightened.

They didn’t stop.

Not right away.

Bastion held me steady as Luca’s fingers slowed their rhythm, guiding me through the last waves like he couldn’t bear to let me go too fast. The world fuzzed at the edges, my skin prickling from the release. It wasn’t just physical.

It was something else.Something deeper.

I was still between Bastion’s legs, My back against hischest. His hand flattened across my stomach now—grounding.Warm.Steady.

“Breathe for me,” his voice low against my ear.

I obeyed without thinking.

Inhaled.

Exhaled.

Bastion gently kissed my ear. “That’s it. That’soursweet girl.”

My body slowly returning, nerves still buzzing, but steadied by the weight of his touch.

Then I felt Luca.

He leaned in from the side, his lips brushing my cheek — not rushed, not demanding. Justthere.

“Slow, baby,” he whispered, against my other ear. “Come down slow for us.”

His hand slid up my thigh again — firmer now, anchoring me with pressure. His palm splayed wide, fingers gripping gently like he was reminding mewhereI was.WhoI was with.