Eighteen
Their Obsession
Liv
S aint had captured me. Forced me into hell right alongside him and the devil himself, Sin Cruz. Saint’s master, who called the shots.
My ears stopped pounding long enough for me to hear a noise. The sound of the doorknob unlocking, and I held my breath. My lungs burned with the need to breathe after the dirty sensations had coiled through me, spun me tight, and plagued me with a new commotion. Fear.
My head shot up just as Saint peered up from my pussy with my juices around his mouth. The slick wetness glistened on his face, and my body shivered at the sight. My nightmare phantom with his head between my legs, squeezing my thighs and wiping the palm of his hand over his mouth. He smirked wickedly as he licked his hand and didn’t waste a drop. The taste of me was far too precious, and I hated him with utter disgust. But the asshole looked delicious as fuck.
I snarled, “I hate you.”
Saint’s response was a harsh slap to my pussy. My mound jolted, and pain radiated from the sensitivity of my clit. Pleasure replaced suffering, and I bit my lip to conceal a moan. It was more satisfaction than he deserved.
“And we fucking love you,” Sin answered from behind Saint.
My blood boiled at the sight of Sin Cruz as he leisurely stepped through the door and let it click shut behind him. I eyed him with a glare of pure rage mixed with terror. I thrashed against my binds and kicked out my legs, but Saint regained his hold on me.
“Love? This isn’t love, asshole. You let this freak force himself on me!”
“No, I didn’t Liv. You came here of your own free will,” Sin answered as he tried to confuse me and turn my words against me.
“Yeah, after you threatened me,” I snapped.
Sin came closer and tsked. “Liv, Liv, Liv…I told you I loved to watch.”
Sin watched me as he ambled by and out of sight as he untied my hands. The tie fell to the floor and there was only one restraint left. This insane barbarian between my legs .
“Yeah, watch me get fucked.”
“Saint did just that. He fucked your pussy with his mouth…” Sin breathed as he stood near me, and his scent surrounded me. “And you rode his face like such a good girl.”
My breathing quivered as I watched his hand travel down toward my cleavage, but Sin never touched me. The heat radiated off his hands as he traveled further in a downward motion, and he stopped right over my center. The sweetest spot of me and my core, which I had no desire for him touching. Ever .
“Soon, Liv, I won’t just watch. I’ll touch you and taste you myself,” Sin warned and snapped his fingers for Saint to get up.
Saint grunted at Sin’s command and swatted his hand away. He stood up and the two men loomed over me as they glared at each other. A miscommunication brewed between them and tension mounted. A standoff I didn’t want to be any part of, and my eyes darted toward the door between them.
I was the one who got violated. But here they were, fighting over their prey.
Men.
The idiots stared at each other with all the testosterone fused around them. I glanced at them and the door. The unlocked door was my only escape out of here. I was small enough to squeeze between the two of them while they preoccupied themselves with their stupidity.
My heels planted on the floor and time slowed down as I weighed my options. Stay here and get further repulsed by my body’s deception or make a run for it?
I dashed for the door. Darted right through the middle of their silent argument, which was creepy as fuck, and ran for my life. But an arm clamped around my waist and stopped me cold.
“Let me go, you buffoon!” I shouted as I kicked my legs and my fists pounded against a muscular arm.
Saint had me in his grasp while Sin grabbed my chin with so much force it hurt. He squeezed tight until the fight left me and tears blinded my eyes. But I didn’t let them fall.
This fucking asshole would love to see me cry.
“As much as we desire a good chase…” Sin said as he reached inside of his pocket and pulled out a necklace. “We have more important matters to discuss.”
I snapped, “Like what?”
I glared into his cold dark eyes and wouldn’t show him the fear I held inside. My hatred for him intensified as he made me despise something I used to enjoy. I loathed them both.
“Our little agreement,” Sin said.
“More like blackmail,” I hissed against his hold of my chin and fought Saint all over again .
I thrashed, kicked out my legs and prayed to kick Sin in the nut sack, the heel of my shoe digging into his flesh, causing him to wail out in agony. But my imagination got carried away.
Sin caught my heel in his large hand, and the force made my knee bend. He angled me perfectly, pressing his body up against me and sandwiching me between the two men. Their heated breaths were on my skin, and I hated myself for liking it.
“Quit your fucking squirming, Liv or I’ll fuck you blind…” Sin warned as my belly pressed up against his massive erection inside his pants. “Right here. Right now.”
Immediately, I caved. Sin could whip out his cock and hold true to his promise while his friend let him. I stood no chance of winning with my panties torn in half and a fucking mini skirt, exposing my bare cunt to him.
“Okay. I’m listening,” I whispered through clenched teeth.
“We want you to do exactly as you’re told, Liv,” Sin instructed as his eyes burned into mine with possession and Saint’s hard cock throbbed against my back. “Be our good girl and don’t misbehave.”
“Or else what?”
Sin threatened. “Or your video not only goes to your fiancé, but straight to the press.”
My eyes widened, my heart raced, and my blood rushed to my head. I couldn’t let them do this to me—use me, violate me, and own me. There was only one way out of this: I had to play along.
“Fine.”
“Let her go, Saint,” Sin ordered after a second passed and his fucking lap dog released me.
Well, in hindsight, Mr. Sullivan was more like a great fucking Great Dane rather than a puny dog. Damn it.
Saint towered behind me and didn’t budge, with his body flush against mine. Sin let go of my chin and released my leg from his rough grasp. A bruised handprint would form later, and I’d have to conceal the contusion from Sebastian. Or earn some more black-and-blue marks from the wrath of him.
“Are we done here?” I asked with bravery and almost ate my words. “Sebastian will become suspicious of my whereabouts anytime now. I can only hold up a lie for so long.”
“We can’t have that, can we, my little obsession?” Sin whispered as he brushed the hair from around my neck and placed a necklace around it. “But we want you to wear this.”
Saint took the clasp of the necklace from Sin’s hands and secured the chain in place. He let my hair fall over the top of the clasp while gently running his hands down the strands. His fingers combed through with ease as if I was the most precious enjoyment in the world.
“What is it?” I asked as I gazed down at a silver rose pendant and back up at Sin.
“It’s our gift to you. Every time you look at this pretty face in the mirror, you’ll think of us,” Sin breathed as he caressed my cheek, and I flinched at his touch. “But I want you to remember one thing.”
“What’s that?” I questioned.
“Never take it off,” Sin warned me with a soft kiss of death to the tip of my nose, making me shudder with terror. “Because if you do, we’ll find out.”
And I pondered if I should call their bluff.