Twenty-Four
Their Obsession
Liv
W ithout thinking, my back bucked against Saint and disgust mixed with lust, confusing my head. It was a natural reaction to pleasure, but in my mind, I knew the sensation was wrong. All vile and dark, and it made me as sick as them.
“Ours,” Saint groaned from above, his breath hot over my ear.
Sin moaned against me while his teeth dug in, creating deep impressions, and his mouth sucked. He was drunk off me like I was a drink he couldn’t get enough of. The suction subsided and his teeth let up, but they grazed over the wound he’d inflicted. A claim he was proud of, as my mouth opened, but only a silent yelp came out. Drowned by his tongue dancing over my flesh and he repeated it all over again to my other breast, streaking me with bite marks and hickeys all over my aching tits.
My hands scraped into his scalp and held on tight. My nails dug into his hair follicles and my fingers pulled his hair strands hard. The harder I yanked, the more marks he left. He bit me again and again, leaving bruises on my breasts.
A feral cry crept up my throat, and Saint sensed it. His other hand covered my mouth to hide my uncontrollable scream and the hand around my throat forced the air from me. A man with no remorse attacked my tits, leaving shameful blemishes, while his best friend forced me to shut up.
His buddy created a masterpiece for me to remember. A landscape of horror across my chest that I’d see for weeks, and anyone who tried to take me would run from the ugliness. My beauty was now embedded with sin.
Kill me.
Please, just do it and get this life over with. Squeeze me tighter until my eyes become bloodshot and terrified of the unknown. Let the light take me and lead me away from the darkness they had entrapped me in. Release me from this immorality.
As if they heard my plea to escape behind heaven’s gates, they let up. Saint let go of my neck and Sin stopped his claim on me. Uncontrollable shivers rattled over my body and Sin’s wet lips tracked over the path he’d left on me.
I panted against Saint’s hand, and my nostrils flared as my vision became clear again. They could’ve killed me! I hated them so much.
“Assholes!” I breathed against Saint’s hand.
Sin lifted his head from my chest, and his cheeks were flushed from being suffocated against my bust. My hands let go of his hair, and I took my chance as my hands clawed at his face. I was a ferocious cat, ready to gouge his eyes out and make him feel the pain he’d just given me. My nails connected with his cheek, and he didn’t even flinch. I yelled with all my might, but Saint only pushed back and covered any sound.
“We like it when you fight back, Liv…” Sin growled as his face hardened. He glanced at Saint and he restrained my hands. “I think our little obsession should receive a punishment. Don’t you think so, man?”
“Yes,” Saint hissed in my ear.
Rather chatty today, aren’t we Saint?
“Here. Hold her hands,” Sin ordered as he angled my limbs backward and pain shot up my arms.
I winced from the bones being forced in the wrong direction, and I thrashed against their bonds, but I was no match for them. Sin grunted with frustration after he freed one of his hands and slapped my clit. My back arched at the pleasurable sting and made the fight in me come to a halt.
Saint bound my wrists together behind my back but kept me close with the heat from his body radiating off mine. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as Sin rubbed my clit with two fingers against my thong. His face was inches from mine as his hot and bothered breath fanned my face, and I wanted to headbutt him—break his nose and make him bleed—but I had to focus on not letting my hips rock from his taunting tease.
So, I got mouthy with him instead.
“Not in a watchful mood today, are you, Sin?” I asked.
God, I should learn to keep my mouth shut. I only made the situation worse for myself, but these two assholes brought the worst out of me.
“No, I’m not. I want to play too,” Sin answered and grabbed my hip bone.
Sin’s fingers bit into my skin until I yelped, but he covered the noise with his mouth. His tongue dove in and blindsided me with a spark we ignited from our tongues’ collision. An unexpected head-on crash that he had created. A horrific event I shouldn’t want any part of, but our tongues licked and lapped. Lights blinded me behind closed eyes as time passed by and we revisited our accident all over again. A time loop, an illusion to the point of madness.
My moans and his grunts filled the room as my hips rocked against his fingers. His other hand was in my hair, providing gentle caresses while my body trembled. Sin had me blissfully shattered as I let him devour me and he left my lips bruised. I burned from our sinful friction until he tore his mouth away and reality hit me when Saint grabbed my ass cheek in a bruising hold. Fuck.
I was breathless, my eyes wide open. Unable to form a rational thought after an earth-shattering kiss that should’ve never happened. Another piece of me stolen by my phantom that I’d never get back.
Sin retreated.
His dark, blazing gaze of desire never wavered from mine, as his mind reeled as much as mine did. Our kiss was chaotic. A mixture of hatred, pleasure, and desperation. I hated him. I hated Sin so damn much.
“Cat got your tongue?” I asked because I couldn’t shut the fuck up.
I had danced with the damn devil. Lived through the experience with my two left feet and one of them should go in my big fat mouth. My stupidity had won this dance-off .
“No. But you still need to learn with a punishment,” he breathed as he reached behind him and pulled something out of his waistband.
A gun.