Twenty-One
Her Phantom
Sin
L iv had no idea we could see her. We watched our little obsession and every move she made. We weren’t hidden in the shadows or lurking behind those damn trees by her place. We were right up close and personal, dangling from her necklace.
Our feisty one had put up quite a fight, which made her release painful, but she was the one to blame. She still kept herself from us, hiding inside a shell we desperately needed to crack open and crawl inside. Liv only made us force our way in, and we had to make her hurt to bring her toward her truth.
She wanted us. Our little obsession needed us. Just as much as we desired her.
Liv’s pain brought her pleasure. An agony we were more than willing to soothe. But if I was being honest, I’d drown in her pain because it brought her that much closer to bliss.
The car ride back to the club was tense while our dicks were fully rock hard. The sensation hurt a lot and blue balls were dropping over the horizon. My balls were tight up against me and the friction made me wince in agony, but everything was worth it for our girl. Christ, the moans from her almost had me coming in my pants, and if it wasn’t for our quick departure, my come would be seeping through my zipper.
Saint had argued with me for a hot minute before I won and hid away inside an enclosed spot. I watched Liv from a screen inside of our club while she retouched her makeup. She reapplied red lipstick we had successfully ruined from her biting her damn lip. I only lasted a whole two minutes before I came all over her sweet as fuck face. My jiz leaked down and made her look like she had shed some tears. Waterworks I’d love to see tear up in real time with my cock gagging her from deep inside her tight throat.
Fuck. I couldn’t wait to do it for real. To see Liv open her pretty mouth for me. She’d stick out her tongue and let me jerk off onto her sweet taste buds. My ejaculation would be the death of me. But I’d rise from the dead for her, just to do it all over again .
“Hurry the fuck up, Sin. My balls are busting out here!” Saint hollered at me from behind the door.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m all done. Fuck. Anxious much?” I yelled back as I wiped up my mess and watched her take off her top.
Fuck me. Of course, Saint gets to watch the good stuff.
Saint hurried inside, grabbed me by the shoulders, and he heaved me out of the room. I only caught a glimpse of those sweet-ass perky tits before he slammed the door in my face. Goddamn it.
“Enjoy the show, asshole!” I huffed through the door and only heard Saint grunt.
Fucking asshole got to bury his face in Liv’s pussy and now he gets to watch her undress? Jesus, was I down on my luck. But all in good time. I’d get my shot.
Besides, Saint did all the work while I sat back and watched. The thrill of the chase was what I loved. I enjoyed watching our girl squirm and be disobedient as fuck. Liv Valencia was our dream come true, and we’d share her for the rest of our lives. We had to make her realize it, bend her to our will, and she’d see the light, shimmering off my come caked on her wicked wet tongue.
Shit. There goes my cock again.
Suddenly, the door opened as Saint zipped up his trousers, and he wiped the sweat beads off his forehead with the back of his hand. The perspiration had built up from his need to get off all over our girl’s tits. Another place I desired to come all over as my balls grew tighter, and I got the urge to jerk off again.
“Sin, man, you’ve got to see this,” Saint said as he stepped aside, and my eyes left his.
“Finally. What the fuck took—” but I ate my words as I saw Sebastian’s face on the screen.
No longer was I greeted with the pleasure of our obsession, but a man I solely despised. Sebastian Chamberlain was a fit-looking motherfucker who I’d love to sink my fist into. He’d earn the beating all because he was with our girl. He didn’t deserve her, and we did. We could give her the world and bring everyone to their knees, including this greasy bastard.
“What the fuck is that?” Sebastian questioned Liv as he pointed toward the camera hidden against her chest.
“He better not fucking touch it,” Saint huffed with hatred.
“He better not fucking touch her ,” I seethed through clenched teeth.
Liv was ours. If he so much as laid a hand on her, he was dead. Sebastian, our dear investor, was her fiancé, but she was our future. Our everything. We…
Slap
He fucking hit her. Right in the face. All I could see was red with rage as my blood boiled to an erupting point, and I was ready to fly off the handle.
He. Fucking. Slapped. Our. Girl.
“Goddamn bastard,” Saint growled.
Saint felt my pain. The rage within us rose, and I was ready to grab the television screen and throw it against the two-way glass. But what good would that do? We weren’t willing to lose sight of the one woman most precious to us.
“He’s abusing her,” I breathed through clenched teeth.
I punched the mirror with an angry grunt and shards of glass fell to the floor. The pain numbed itself, masked by my hatred of this man—a person I could slice open with a piece of glass and watch him pass out, but my knuckles bled instead.
Saint held his composure, but his fists clenched, and I saw blood seep from between his fingers with his nails digging into his skin. The crimson color trickled to the floor, and we’d left a mess. But not as messy as Sebastian Chamberlain’s face was going to be after we were done with him.
I felt Liv’s pain as she explained, “I bought this for you because I thought you’d like it?”
A big fat fucking lie, but that was our girl. Liv held her head high after Sebastian had struck her to the side. She stumbled. The camera went blurry, but she didn’t stand down. She didn’t cower at his feet, and she didn’t even beg him to stop.
“Like it? I hate it!” Sebastian yelled at Liv and threw his arms up in the air. “Why would you waste my money on that?”
Sebastian spit at her and cursed as he turned away. Sebastian left her like used garbage, even though she was everything this world needed. All the pieces of her made the darkness brighter, and she was worth it. Worthy enough of respect. Not this scum of the earth who deserved everything he had coming.
As Liv walked into the bathroom and her mirrored teary-eyed reflection stared back at us, we knew we had to stop him. We had to end the abuse her fiancé inflicted on her behind our backs and kept it secret from the world. Sebastian was evil, more vile than us, and we’d make him beg to meet our maker. Satan. The devil who created us.
Because no one touched our girl. No one would make her feel pain. Only us.
Sebastian, your clock was ticking. Ticktock, ticktock. The poor man could be in the wrong place at the wrong time. An unfortunate incident of breaking and entering would suffice. It was only a matter of time before he met his untimely demise.