Twenty-Three
Their Obsession
Liv
“ K ill him?” I whispered in disbelief.
“Yes, Liv. We won’t stand for anyone causing you harm,” Sin admitted and let me go.
The twinge of pain subsided as I rubbed my cheeks and stumbled backward—further away from the torment they brought me until my backside hit the wall. A small gasp escaped me when I realized there was nowhere to go. No place to hide with Sin and Saint towering over me as I cowered in a corner. I was on high alert because Sebastian was in the house and my ghosts cornered me. He couldn’t find out; he couldn’t learn my secrets, and I’d be damned if these two idiots ruined everything for me.
“You can’t kill him,” I whispered .
“And why the hell not?” Sin asked with a low groan as he clenched his fists at his sides. “No one touches you but us.”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it before? Why start now?” I asked as I tilted up my chin with sass.
Saint gave a grunt of frustration and Sin breathed, “Point taken.”
“Yep,” I whispered with a pop of the P and nodded toward the window. “Now you can both leave and not let the window hit you on the way out.”
“No can do, sweetheart…” Sin disagreed as he shook his head and nodded toward me. “But you can turn a blind eye to what we’re about to do and let us take care of him. Then you’ll be free of that scum forever.”
As much as I wanted my dirtbag of a fiancé dead, I needed him alive even more. The Chamberlain name was my family’s way out of ruin. Our marriage was the key to saving everything, not his demise. Even though he wholeheartedly deserved these two lunatics beating his ass to a pulp and slitting his throat for everything he had put me through. All the sleepless nights, strikes to my body, and invisible scars on my heart.
“No, I need him alive,” I breathed adamantly.
Sin growled. “But he deserves to die. ”
The only way to get through to these two made me want to dive into the cold ocean. Let hypothermia set in and numb my body until I couldn’t feel a damn thing. Until I didn’t have a need to touch them.
Electricity zinged through me when both of my hands reached out and touched the men who had taken so much from me. They had stolen pieces of my humanity that I would never regain, and they held them captive forever. Their demeanors softened as my hands caressed their cheeks, one jagged with a scar and the other prickly with stubble. Their groans of need filled my ears—they’d howl at the moon like wolves would if they could. They were dead set on feasting on their prey, little old me, who tamed them with my touch. I provided contact they had never expected of me, but longed for, and I had caught them off guard.
“Sebastian needs to stay alive. Understood?” I pressed.
“Mm…” Sin moaned as his eyes fluttered closed, and he turned his head to look at Saint.
His best friend met his gaze, and they silently agreed as they peered back at me. The softness left them, and they were back to their old creepy-ass selves. Their stares hardened and their eyes blazed full of lust. A needy greed they shared for me, and I shivered under the fiery blast of heat .
“Understood. But we don’t like it one bit,” Sin whispered through clenched teeth.
“I don’t care if you don’t fucking like it. This is my life, not yours,” I whispered with frustration and removed my hands from their faces.
Instantly, Sin and Saint grabbed my wrists, and pulled me up against them. They wouldn’t release me, as their fingers squeezed harder to tame my disobedience. My heart raced in my ribcage and the noise filled my ears. They wouldn’t let me go, no matter how hard I tried to escape.
“And your life means everything to us. From this beautiful, intelligent brain of yours…” Sin shot back as he tapped my head and slid his hand downward. “Right down to your fucking slit.”
A gasp escaped me as Sin slapped my clit, and Saint harshly pulled me forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, moving his body flush against my backside. I struggled in his firm embrace, but it was no use. I couldn’t break free.
“Let me go, asshole,” I said through clamped teeth.
“No can do, Liv…” Sin said as he tilted his chin downward, his eyes blazed and a wicked smirk spread across his lips. “Looks like our plans have changed.”
Sin trailed his fingers up my bare navel, and he drew sweet circles. My skin prickled with goosebumps, and my body’s reaction to his touch made him sigh with pleasure. Saint tightened his grip around my neck, restricting my airway, and I wiggled to break free. My attempt only made him groan and squeeze tighter until my bulgy eyes teared up with the need to breathe.
“Fuck, Liv, you’re so beautiful when you shed drops of pleasure,” Sin whispered as he wiped the tears from my cheeks and licked them away. “I can’t wait to see those tears release while you gag on my cock.”
Fingers traveled down my cleavage, peeking out of my bra, and Sin slapped my tits. A constricted yelp flew out of me as the pain stung, but he replaced the wince with pleasure from his demanding tongue. His wetness lapped over one breast and then the other. A torturous ache formed in my belly and coiled tight. Saint loosened his grip, and I gasped for air.
I choked out, “What are you doing? Release me.”
My chest heaved into Sin’s face as he took full delight in the situation, his breath hot over the inches of flesh he had already discovered. A quiver ran through me like an earthquake, and my legs trembled as Saint breathed heavily from behind me.
No one listened, too lost in their own desirous torment of me. I lashed out again, grabbing Sin’s hair and pulling at the roots. My pushback only tugged his face off my tits for a split second, and he dove right back in. An evil laugh vibrated against my skin as his lips skittered back on the path they had chosen and the ache in me grew wild. But he stopped right above my nipple.
“I’m going to mark you as ours,” Sin said right before he bit into my flesh.