Four
Their Obsession
Liv
I gave into my pussy’s urge. The bitch was wet again, and as much as I wanted to fight with every fiber of my being, I couldn’t. Sin Cruz knew too much.
I questioned, “How much?”
My hands were no longer at my sides and crept up the collar of his suit jacket. Slowly, they climbed as my eyes met his and I saw the whip of flames blast inside his dark eyes. The sparks lashed at me and pulled me into him. Within the recesses of his darkened soul, the sole source of light was an open fire. A scorching, fiery blaze of desire. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I had to face the devil head-on.
“I’m not here to discuss business with you, Liv.” He placed his hands over mine.
His touch ignited a heat of its own. One I didn’t want, but I had no choice but to endure—to tolerate a gentle caress from him and enjoy it more than I wanted to.
“Why not? You seem to know a hell of a lot about me?” I asked, my patience growing thin, but I pressed on. “I want to get to know my phantom.”
I roughly grabbed his collar and turned the tables on Sin before he could think twice. He was massive and strong, but he was no match for my seduction. He craved me and his obsession blinded his plan. I had him up against the wall in a matter of seconds. My breath fanned across his mouth as his face tilted down toward mine. His lips begged for a kiss, but I wouldn’t give it to him yet. Not until I got exactly what I wanted.
Payback.
And for him to keep his damn mouth shut.
“What would my little obsession like to know?” Sin played along and his warm breath danced across my wet lips.
A shiver rippled through me at the brush of air that left his lips. The phantom had revealed himself and was ready to take off his mask for me. But Sin still had a wickedness to him.
I had to be careful.
“What makes Sin Cruz tick?” I asked as I brushed the hair away from his left eye and kept eye contact.
“You,” he answered without hesitation .
Bullshit. This deranged man had never met me before today. But I had to indulge in his torment.
“Okay. Fine,” I huffed, but gave him a flirtatious grin and continued. “What do you do in your spare time?”
“Follow you.”
I blinked, stunned by his response, but I still had to remain on course. My other hand lingered over the scar on his right cheek and outlined the old wound. He was clean shaven—no stubble in sight—with the smell of aftershave coming from his skin. Cedarwood. That’s where the scent came from, making my pussy melt for him.
I whispered curiously, “How did you get this scar?”
A strong guy like him with a crazy streak had to have a story. He was powerful and there was no way he’d give into this torture without a fight.
Something flashed in his eyes: a cold streak of petty emotion, or maybe there was none at all. A man as calculated as Sin Cruz seemed incapable of anything other than torment. Torture. The exact practice he had inflicted on me.
“Before I met you.”
Well, obviously. Wise-ass with his brief answers, only involving me.
“Your world doesn’t revolve around me.”
“It does now,” he admitted .
Fine. He wanted to be narrow-mindedly stubborn? I’d cut right to the chase.
“Okay. I’ll make you an offer,” I said as my hands ran down his neck and over a black necklace with a skull pendant. “You can do whatever you want with me. Whatever your dirty and depraved mind desires.”
“Liv, Liv, Liv…” Sin tsked and caught my hands in his grasp. “I know exactly what you’re trying to pull, and I dig it. I really do, but I’m not a desperate man, Liv.”
Suddenly, Sin spun me around and pressed me roughly up against the wall. He put me back in my place, and my chest heaved with wisps of my hair getting sucked into my mouth. An angry fire built inside of me, consuming me with frustration. I was blinded by it and right back where I had started with this infuriating lunatic. He was on to me and rejected my seduction.
I huffed. “Then what are you?”
“I’m addicted. Patient,” Sin breathed as he wiped the hair from my mouth and twirled a strand around his finger. “Biding my time until it’s right.”
“Right?” I asked with narrowed eyebrows. “Right for what?”
“For you.”
“Me?” I asked nervously, my pulse racing. “I just gave you the opportunity to do whatever you want with me. ”
“And I am going to do that, Liv,” Sin said and sucked in a deep breath, letting it out right against my cheek. “Whatever I want.”
This fucking freak was confusing me. I gave him the option of sex, a blowjob, or jerking him off and he turned me down. What the hell was he really into? Did he want a finger up his ass?
“What the hell do you want, Sin ?” I asked.
“Oh, fuck…” he groaned and sniffed my hair. “I love the way your sinful tongue says my name. Do it again and ask a question.”
Whatever got this guy off. I’d yell his name from the rooftop if I had to. Anything to keep his creepy mouth shut.
I turned my head and purred into his ear, “ Sin .”
“Mm…” Sin moaned.
“What in the devil’s name do you want?”
“I don’t want to fuck you,” he answered.
Fuck this. I was right—this creep wants a finger up his ass! Hell, he might want my whole fist.
“Then what the fuck do you want, asshole?” I snapped with anger and fought against his hold, but it was no use.
He pulled the hair wrapped around his finger, causing my head to jerk up. With my chin raised high, my gaze locked on his intense eyes as they seared into mine. The fight in me stopped. He had my full attention.
“I want to watch you get fucked.”
Okay, so he’s the freaky type. The rare kind of man who enjoyed watching. But this all made perfect sense, since he spent fifteen minutes hiding in the shadows while my juices leaked all over another man’s face.
“No way, psycho. Now let me go.”
Sin let go of my hair and he backed down, but didn’t budge. He still had a wicked grin glued on his face. Sinful, but gorgeous as hell.
“What’s so funny?” I snapped.
“Nothing. But you are damn defiant, and I like that about you,” Sin answered with a corrupt gleam in his eyes. “I’m going to love watching you, Liv.”
“Are you deaf?” I scoffed with annoyance. “I. Said. No.”
Sin’s face shot right up to mine, and he laughed wickedly when I jumped. My head smacked off the wall, a slight pain radiating from the impact. But he didn’t lay a hand on me.
“I think I’ll change your mind,” he breathed against my trembling lips.
I pushed against his chest with all my strength, and he voluntarily took a step backward. He provided me with enough space to get away from him, and I stumbled awkwardly, wobbling from the intense stare boring into me and refusing to let me go. He might have physically freed me, but I knew deep down he wouldn’t let me ever escape him.
“Fuck you!” I shouted as I turned and took off down the hallway.
No footsteps followed behind me. His evil taunt was over. But his amused laughter echoed down the hallway.
“I’d love to, but I owe you a punishment first,” he answered, and his threat stuck with me.
Every damn word clung to me as I made my way back to the party and the entertainment I didn’t want to be part of. I was stuck with a fiancé I never dreamed of having, with a phantom man etched into my head. Something about Sin Cruz got under my skin. He watched and waited in the deep abyss for me. Patiently, he’d buy his time until I was ready to play. But I’d never entertain his wicked games, and I never wanted to see him again.