Nine
Their Obsession
Liv
I sat with my back against the wall, my heart hammering against my chest, and I couldn’t catch my breath. Sin was outside. He had found out where I lived, but that would be simple for him. Follow the breadcrumbs, leading right back to me. Stalk me straight down to the letter and there I’d be. Because I was going to marry his investor.
Damn it, Sebastian.
“Pull yourself together, Liv,” I said out loud as I exhaled a deep breath and inhaled it back in. I repeated the relaxation technique. I had to gain back my control.
Sin Cruz stole my confidence from me, and I wouldn’t let him continue. I was the type of person who sat with a bag of popcorn and enjoyed a horror flick on the big screen. I didn’t sit there terrified, with a man’s arm around me as I watched. The scare tactics didn’t bother me. I loved the excitement of the chase, the loud music, and the excessive gore. Scary movies were a comfort, not a fear.
I wouldn’t sit here now and let this shithead take a part of me away. I had to treat this as if I was in a horror film, with me as the lead actress. A woman who always beat her greatest fears. One example was Jamie Lee Curtis, who portrayed Laurie Strode in the classic Halloween franchise. Except my nightmare had a face and didn’t hide behind a mask.
I gained the courage and crawled over to grab my cell phone but resumed my position behind the wall. My power slowly came back, and I knew I had to play smarter. Sin appeared to get off on my reactions, but if he couldn’t see me, maybe he’d lose interest and find someone else to creep on.
My eyes peered down at the screen with my fingers ready to swipe, but I hated having to play his sick little game. Ten minutes had ticked by since he last heard from me, and I wondered if his patience had grown thin. I’d love to make the fucker wait just a little while longer, but I had no idea what he’d do. I’d better get this over with.
My finger swiped up, revealing one sentence, “I’m going to have to do something about your pretty little mouth, Liv.”
And then another, “I told you not to talk dirty. ”
I remembered there was a third sound, and I dreaded opening the rest of the inbox to see what else he had sent. There were no more messages except one. There must be an image or video. Maybe Sin was the kind of freak who enjoyed sending a dick picture. I’d imagine he enjoyed the sight of his cock, and his ego was probably bigger than his dick. A teeny, tiny pencil dick where he had to adjust the angle of the selfie to enhance his small size.
Boohoo for Mr. Cruz.
It doesn’t matter what he had sent because I still had to look at the notification in question. Because Sin was out there, and he was waiting. He knew the one secret I kept that would destroy everything.
“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath and opened his last message.
A video of me on repeat. The repetitive loop of a man I didn’t even know eating out my pussy like a man starved, who had his last meal before execution. Except I was the one who faced a lethal injection. But the person holding the drug to ruin my life was the devil himself.
I stopped the video with my mouth agape as I groaned at a god who clearly didn’t exist because he put me right on the path to a looney bin. My phantom had captured a video while he watched me last night and I let him. The biggest fucking mistake of my life. I knew he was there. I felt his eyes on me, and I still let him do this to me.
Sin would use this video as blackmail against me. He’d hold this over my head as cold, hard proof of my infidelity. He had witnessed with his own eyes that my upcoming marriage was a complete fraud.
Shit . I had to do the one thing I didn’t want to, but Sin had forced my hand. I had to obey him.
Me:
Okay. You got my attention.
Unknown:
Good. Took you long enough to see things my way. Why the change of heart?
Fuck this fucker. Sin knew exactly how to get on my nerves and my fingers typed with a tremble of anxiety or anger. Which one, I wasn’t sure.
Me:
It’s not like you gave me much of a choice.
I bit my tongue. Literally. The taste of a pinch of blood in my mouth.
Unknown:
Good. You’re learning. Now, stand up and let me see you.
Damn him. I didn’t want to do as he instructed, and I hated the thought of his eyes on me when I couldn’t even see him. But playing I spy with my little eye might be a good enough distraction from my undesirable fate.
I gained the willpower and stood up, taking a deep breath before I stepped forward. My world became bright and vulnerable. The openness of the window I once used to admire as I’d gaze out at the busy city street. But the view had turned into one I loathed in a matter of seconds.
Because Sin could see me.
Unknown:
Good girl.
I imagined a low groan escaping his mouth before he spoke those words to me, and the thought sent a shiver down my spine. A motion I was sure he could see while I couldn’t even spot him. My eyes desperately searched on the sidewalk and across the bustling street. Not one tall dark-haired man in sight with a gloominess to him anyone could spot in the pure daylight. The scary scar was a sure giveaway of the terror he could inflict, but his face was incredibly gorgeous. Which only made me angrier. It was unfair for a man to look so good and deliver torment simultaneously.
Me:
What do I have to do to make this all go away ?
I hated the question. Despised Sin for forcing me to comply. But I had no choice.
Sin Cruz held my fate in his hands.
Unknown:
I have a few things in mind. But first…
The dickhead left me hanging again. He strung me along in a chase where I was sure he’d win. But I’d fight him tooth and nail if I had to.
Me:
Such as?
Suddenly, my cell phone rang, and the sound startled me. My device almost dropped out of my hands as I glanced down and back outside before I answered the phone. Right on the fourth ring.
“Mm… That’s my good little obsession answering when daddy calls,” Sin groaned in welcome, making my skin crawl.
“What are you, my old creepy man now?” I asked with disgust.
“No. I’m your shadow daddy, Liv,” Sin answered with a huskiness, wrapping me into his world. “And I want you to finger yourself because you were a bad girl.”
“Fine, asshole. I’ll touch myself tonight while you get your rocks off out there all alone,” I snapped and quaked with rage. “Or maybe you should go home before your balls freeze up from the cold.”
“Nah. You don’t get off that easy, Liv,” Sin breathed raggedly and my eyes looked toward the trees. “I’m here to watch you, obsess over you, and devour you.”
Desperation took over me as my eyes scurried through the trees. I moved from one tree to another and searched for anyone with a phone up to their mouth. Hopelessly, I tried to search for the son of a bitch who continuously threatened me.
“Go on, sweetheart. Show me your middle finger again.”
I did as he instructed, even though every fiber of my being screamed at me to disobey. Just to walk away and deal with the consequences of my actions, which had finally caught up to me. I knew they would someday, but I never imagined I’d wind up with this freak outside my window.
“There. You happy now?” I said and bit my tongue from cursing at him.
My dirty mouth had got me into this mess, and I wanted to get out of it. I wanted all this bullshit to go away and be some terrible night terror. A pure fantasy from watching too many horror movies, and this was my punishment. Not a living, breathing, walking, and talking nightmare .
“Not quite…” Sin whispered, and I heard a rustle on the other end. “I want you to slide that middle finger right between those beautiful pink lips.”
Oh, this asshole was pushing it. But I could do the same.
“Which ones?” I asked.
“Fuck, Liv. I love it when you talk dirty, sweetheart.” He chuckled with a rumble coming from deep within his chest and escaping his black heart. “But I’ll let you take a wild guess.”
“The lips you want wrapped around your dick when I’d much rather bite it off?” I asked.
Sin laughed, but the evilness of the sound crept up my spine. “Yes, those pretty lips. Go on. I’m watching.”
My finger left the window, and I brought it toward my mouth. The slow motion was solely because I wanted to stop, but he’d take this entire situation as a seduction. Within the depths of his fucked-up mind, Sin would enjoy this. For himself and his obsession.
My wet hole captured my middle finger and slid inside with my lips securely wrapped around it. My tongue looped around the digit, coating it with spit and slipping it back out again. But I made sure I pulled it out with a loud pop just for him.
“Good…” Sin breathed and heat climbed up my skin. “Now be a good girl and stick that finger right inside your soaking wet pussy. ”
What the fuck?
Shock washed over me, floored that he wanted me to expose myself in such a manner where anyone could see me fingering myself. But I was more taken aback when I realized he was right.
My cunt was really wet.
“You can’t be serious?” I asked, with hesitation.
But Sin answered right back, “Oh, I’m so fucking serious. I wish you could feel the way my cock is pressing up against my zipper right now, begging to be inside of your tight pussy.”
I gasped at his words, but the sound only made Sin growl. The heated need seared straight through the phone line and sizzled to my toes. Goosebumps formed along my flesh as he drew a reaction from me I hated; my body had deceived me. My pussy loved his filthy mouth.
I argued, “But anyone can see me. There are tons of people walking around outside of my condo, Sin.”
“I know. But that’s the point. The thrill I want you to experience with the risk of getting caught. The fucking rush of adrenaline you’ll have while you finger your cunt,” he added with urgency. “But only I’m going to watch you.”
“No. I won’t do it,” I refused and repeatedly shook my head .
“Then you’ll suffer the consequences, Liv,” Sin breathed with power. “I call the shots, remember? Do as I say, or I’ll send the video to your fiancé.”
Fuck . Sin had me. He wrapped me right around his wicked finger.
“You’re a lunatic,” I whispered. I couldn’t disobey my phantom and lowered my hand down past my tits.
“Well, this lunatic is obsessed with you,” Sin said with a grunt and a rustle of fabric.
I lifted the bottom of my short brown dress and was sure Sin would have a good view of my panty line. As I traced the black thong strap with the tip of my finger, I couldn’t help but feel disgusted with myself for even doing it. I hated myself for picking this dress because I could’ve easily avoided showing any skin to the devil outside my door.
I tried hard not to enjoy the tingles I left on my skin as I pulled back my thong and dipped a finger inside. A shudder of pleasure soared through me, and I fought against any sound escaping my mouth. My teeth bit into my lower lip, and I tried to focus on the pain I inflicted instead of the bliss igniting inside of me. A conflict I battled with the fire of my desire, building low in my belly. My slit was slick and caused my finger to move faster.
But a moan escaped.
“Yes, just like that…” Sin groaned .
I kept the phone cradled against my ear, and I heard skin rubbing against skin. A smooth friction as the flame built higher, and if I wasn’t caught up in lust, I’d curse at him. Because Sin Cruz was jerking off. He was getting off behind a tree while he watched me pleasure myself, peered at me, pleasing the ache he’d created deep inside of me, and I was ready to explode.
My cheek laid against the cool glass with my mouth agape. The ecstasy from my breath fogged up the window and my finger moved quicker while my thumb found my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and my eyes fixated on the trees as I searched for him, longed for him when I knew I shouldn’t, and I cursed the idea as I closed my eyes.
“You’re being such a good girl pleasing your pussy how I told you to,” Sin groaned as the rustling sound picked up pace and his breathing grew rapid.
Sin’s groans shouldn’t sound like the sexiest thing on this planet. The noises from this wicked man were straight from the devil. My pussy shouldn’t throb from them, but the sinful bitch wouldn’t listen.
I let myself indulge in Mr. Cruz pleasuring himself in the shadows right along with me. My shadow daddy. The man I despised with a powerful need.
“Show me those big fucking caramel eyes, sweetheart.” Sin sighed with need.
I refused and I wouldn’t peer the demon’s way. He could blackmail me, toy with me, and tease me. But he’d never peer into my soul.
“Look. At. Me,” Sin ordered out each word with the sound of him pounding his cock. “ Now. ”
My eyes flew open. The command was stern, certain, and forced me to obey. If I hadn’t, I knew there’d be a consequence.
“Fucker,” I gasped with hatred as the pleasure hit its peak, and I knew I’d soon collapse.
“Yes. Such a dirty little slut you’ve been…” Sin groaned, and I heard tainted, squelched sounds from the other end. “Fuck, I wish I could watch you taste my precum soaking the tip of my cock.”
I sighed, “No way in hell.”
Another long, drawn-out moan escaped me before I could even attempt to hold it back. I bit down again on my lower lip as my finger worked faster, and my pussy made noises it never had before. I was so aroused, my nipples perked against my dress, and I was sure Sin could see.
“Oh, Liv, you’ve been such a bad girl. But I want to hear you tell me how sorry you are before you come for me,” Sin commanded.
“No,” I said and bit harder into my lip.
I wouldn’t apologize for something I meant to do. I resented Sin Cruz with everything in me, and I had fully intended on spitting in his face. Every word I cursed at him I meant, and I wouldn’t take it all back. But I wanted my release.
My body craved a climax. A height of pleasure I had never known before. And the only way I could get there was with him.
“Say. It,” Sin grunted out each word.
And my cry of forgiveness shattered me.
“Fuck, Sin! Fuck!” I screamed out my release. “I’m so fucking sorry!”
“Mm… Fuck.” Sin grunted as the squelching noises grew louder, and I knew he had come all over himself.
Hopefully, he left an embarrassing white stain on his clothes.
Immediately, I felt shame for letting an evil man like Sin consume me in the way he had. He made me weak against the dominance he held over me. The leverage I couldn’t take back, no matter how much I wished I could.
I let my finger, soaked with my release, slip from me. I rubbed the slickness between my fingers as I closed my legs, and they wobbled, on the verge of collapse. My body fell against the window as weakness took over, and I wasn’t sure if I could ever get my strength back. Mr. Sin Cruz had stolen my energy from me and controlled my power.
“Come to my nightclub tomorrow. ”
“No,” I answered with a shaky breath.
“That wasn’t a question,” Sin hissed out his order and dared me to defy him again. “Be at Sinful Saints nightclub at 8:00 p.m. sharp. I’ll text you the address.”
And as Sin had promised. He did.
I brought the phone back up and questioned him. “Why?”
“Because I want to introduce you to my best friend.”