Nineteen
Their Obsession
Liv
I did. I called Sin and Saint’s bluff. Screw them both.
The rose pendant was no longer around my neck and was hidden inside of my jewelry box on my nightstand. I didn’t want to look in the mirror and think about last night’s event. The sheer torture I had to endure at the hands of two men who were completely out of their minds. Worst of all, I didn’t want to see their faces and recall how much of the torment I had enjoyed. The thrill of Saint’s mouth became my unwanted undoing, while Sin had observed from wherever the fuck he was.
I applied my foundation with a smokey eyeshadow to match my dark state. My emotional well-being was in an upheaval, and I had chosen an outfit to match. All dark shades of black from my ripped charcoal jeans, black crop top and gray knitted cardigan to go over top. I’d make a stop at the nail salon to get my nails painted black before I made a trip to the grocery store. I wanted to get as far away from my phantoms’ present as possible.
When I had unclasped the necklace from around my neck, a sense of freedom washed over me. The sweetest sound was the jewelry box’s lid slamming shut because I knew their gift was tucked away inside. Those damaged men couldn’t control me, and they’d never own me. I’d make sure of it.
I didn’t care if they saw me through the window without the stupid rose on. I didn’t care if they saw me walking down the street without it. Sin and Saint could burn in hell for all I cared, and I’d never wear the piece again.
I was on cloud nine but fuming with rage at the thought of those two bastards. The overcast puffy cluster of clouds turned into smog from my hateful reflection. My repulsion made the happy cloud a chaotic thunderstorm bound to produce a tornado of mass destruction.
My provoking attitude of vengeance followed me right out into the kitchen as I made myself my usual morning coffee with extra sweetener. The sugary taste got rid of the bitterness inside of me and the warmth fell through my body. The caffeinated kick made me forget the two men corrupting every thought for all of one minute before I heard my doorbell ring.
I wasn’t expecting any company, and my eyes flew toward the window. My mind reeled as I set my coffee down on the countertop and I peered out the big window. Rain trickled down the glass as the gloomy day made it harder to see my front porch. I could barely make out the figure of a man dressed in black with a hood draped over his head and his back turned toward me. I couldn’t glimpse his face, but it was bound to be a delivery.
What the hell had Sebastian ordered from Amazon now?
The doorbell rang again, and I huffed, “I’m coming!”
This dickhead was persistent. A nuisance I wanted to go away so I could get on with my day and get my errands done. Everything had to be in order for Sebastian’s return home or I’d deal with his fury from my disorganization.
The doorbell rang repeatedly as I hurried toward the front door, pulled at the doorknob, and plastered a smile on my face. When all I wanted to do was whack the wooden door right in his face. Catch the asshole by surprise, make him learn a lesson and suffer the consequences of his annoying behavior. A nosebleed would suffice for him —
“Good morning, Liv.” Sin interrupted my overactive imagination and stood with his body leaning against the doorframe.
“Sin?” I gasped with surprise, and my eyes darted to Saint strolling up behind him.
I panicked. My instant reaction was to lock them out. I closed the door with all of my strength, only to be disappointed when it didn’t slam shut.
Sin held the door open with his large hand and tsked, “Not so fast.”
I held the handle in my grasp as Sin towered over me with his black hood on. Raindrops dripped off the fabric. He was soaked, and the water from the storm formed a puddle at my feet. He was cold, calculated, and in total control. His hot breath fanned against my face while his dark eyes fired with annoyance, and I shivered in his presence. Not from the chill coming in from outside, but from Sin. My extremely displeased phantom.
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked.
Another hand grabbed the door while my eyes widened, and Saint ripped the door handle from my grasp. The doorway flew open, and I took several steps back as Saint welcomed himself inside with a growl. But a rose pendant dangled from his hand.
Saint dripped raindrops further into the entryway as his blue eyes blazed at me as he held the same necklace I had hidden upstairs in my bedroom. He wore a leather jacket, not suited for the wet weather, but the bad boy image made him delicious. He ran a hand through his hair, water fell down his face and over his frustrated stare piercing into me.
I stumbled backward and hit a table behind me. The contents on the table wobbled, almost falling to the floor, and the sudden shift in my environment made me shake like an earthquake.
How the hell did they get the pendant?
Sin stepped through the door and stood beside Saint. Together, they held a solid front and blocked my way out. I could bolt for the stairs and barricade myself inside of a room, but I knew deep in the pit of my stomach they’d break the door down. I couldn’t afford another lame explanation for Sebastian, which only led to another slap in my face. But I could clean up the damn mess they made from their muddy boots all over the floor.
Sin glared. “I thought we told you to never take this off?”
Sin pointed at their gift to me. The silver rose pendant of my doomed fate shimmered from the light in my house, and a lightning bolt flashed from behind their darkened figures. A sudden flicker from the loss of electricity made me jump from their wicked presence. A sight straight out of a horror film as thunder clapped. I should make a run for it, but I stood my ground.
“How did you get in?” I questioned them with a glare.
“You left your window open, sweetheart,” Sin answered simply.
The realization hit me in full force, and I wanted to scream at them. I wanted to tell them to get out and never come back. To take their damn gift, rip the chain in two, and shove it up their asses.
Sin and Saint had invaded my home and strolled right in like they ruled the place. Broke into my place of privacy while I thought I was alone and acted as if they owned me. Staked their claim on me and wanted me to put their goddamn necklace back on.
No way.
I didn’t recall leaving any windows open. The forecast had called for rain, and I wouldn’t want to let in a draft. I’d never leave a window cracked with these two maniacs on the loose and stalking me twenty-four seven.
“No, I didn’t. You’re full of shit,” I snapped.
Suddenly, both men reacted and stepped forward with two large equal thumps. In full unison, they worked a gasp of surprise from me, and my fear encouraged them to close the distance between us .
“Want to make a bet?” Sin challenged with a wicked smirk, his whiskey breath hot on my face.
Their cedarwood scent mixed and entangled me in their heat. The delicious looks from them made me wet and my thighs clamped together in remembrance of their madness. My body desired them to be this close to me, but my mind fought the urge to give in. A full out war raged inside of me, and I didn’t know who’d win the battle.
“No. Because I will lose,” I admitted.
“Did you hear that, Saint?” Sin asked as he licked his lips and peered over my body. “Our girl is learning.”
Saint groaned as he grabbed the back of my neck and forcefully jerked my head to stare up at him. I let out a yelp and held his stare. His grip was tight against my scalp and he pulled at the hairs at the nape of my neck. The pain bit at me, but I refused to cry. Instead, I pressed my lips together and panted through flared nostrils.
Saint was like a caveman, holding the necklace up to my face. He grunted at me and gestured toward the chain with urgency. I didn’t react. He didn’t appreciate the lack of response and yanked me closer. His eyes glared into my wide ones until I took the necklace from his hand. A zing of electricity from the brush of our fingers coursed through me, and I didn’t give a damn if he felt it, too. The touch meant nothing, and he sickened me to my core.
I’d give Saint what he wanted. I’d give them both what they desired and had broken into my home for—this stupid chain around my neck. Instead, I should pick up the phone and call the cops to arrest them for breaking and entering.
“Fine. I’ll put your dumb necklace back on,” I muttered with disgust.
“Turn around,” Sin ordered.
I huffed with frustration but did as he commanded. My backside was to them as I felt fingers in my hair and a shiver ran down my spine. I wasn’t sure whose hands held my hair, but they did it with care as their precious chain returned to its rightful owner.
I dared a glance back and asked, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Sin brushed hair behind my ear and whispered, “Because we’re both fucked up. Broken, shattered like glass, and no one can break us because we’re already broken.”
“That’s a screwed-up analogy.”
Sin chuckled softly against my ear, and his fingertip trailed along the skin, straight down to my earlobe where he gently flicked the flesh, and my pussy pulsated for him. I despised him so damn much .
“But our little obsession breaks, too. We’re all cracked pieces wanting to be put back together in this fucked-up world. A cruel, damaged place where evil can be just outside your door. Watching and waiting. Hooked to the one thing that can put us all back together. You,” Sin added.
“I can’t save you,” I breathed as I jerked against their hold and turned away from Sin, but Saint’s body was right up against me. “You are both too far gone for redemption.”
“We don’t need you to save us, Liv. You’re our missing piece,” Sin said huskily as his hand traveled down to my neck and touched the pendant between my cleavage. “A shard we’ve been searching for and we’ll do anything to keep. You could cut us and make us bleed, but we’d never leave your side. We are yours forever, and we’ll make you see this all in time.”
“You both are fucking crazy,” I said as I clenched the table ledge and it dug into my thighs. “I’ll never be yours. I can’t stand you. Hell, I don’t even like either of you.”
“Well, we sure as hell like you, Liv,” Sin groaned as he grabbed my hand and forced me to touch his erect cock hidden in his pants. “When we find something we like, we want it. No matter how much we shouldn’t take it, it’s ours. ”
A rumbling moan climbed up my throat, and I wanted to clamp my mouth shut before it escaped, but I was too late. The sound had no business having a mind of its own, and I hated everything about this.
Sin’s firm dick against my hand made my pussy wetter than it ever should be, as he rubbed my palm up and down his massive shaft. I should grab his crotch and twist, producing pain instead of desired satisfaction. But I wouldn’t stand a chance.
Sin was cruel with his punishments, and I knew this firsthand. With Saint right on my tail, there was nowhere to go and no place to hide. This was a discipline all its own.
“I’m. Not. Yours,” I argued with extra emphasis on each word as beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and I fought them from within.
Saint’s dick rubbed against my butt cheeks and the friction of him made me delirious. The smell of our arousals mixed and created a thick fog over the room. Forced passion and the smell of rainfall lingered within my nostrils. Nature versus desire created a dizzy swirl over me, but I clenched the table harder to hold myself steady. Weakness wasn’t an option. I had to maintain some kind of control and couldn’t give in.
“Oh, but you smell like you are, and your pussy is our plaything. A toy we shouldn’t amuse ourselves with because we’re told not to. But we tend to not listen,” Sin breathed with a soft chuckle in my ear. “And we enjoy winding you up.”