Twenty-Six
Their Obsession
Liv
S in lingered with the gun between my walls as my eyes widened, and I tried to piece together what was happening to me. There was a toy water gun inside of me. My pussy liked the pleasure of it, but its exterior brought me pain. A combination that was hard to wrap my head around, but Sin didn’t give me any more time to think.
He shot me.
This time, point blank inside as my body jerked from the stimulation and my eyes rolled back. My head followed as Sin let go of my chin, and I rested against Saint—the man, who wasn’t an angel and who hid behind his dark mask as he held me close and my pussy clenched.
This situation became completely messed up. So fucking wrong on every level. Everything about this twisted pleasure had me hating myself more than I ever had before. Because… I liked it.
Sin pulled the gun out of me, but he didn’t waste time and plunged it back inside. A deep wave of desire ran through me, and my mouth opened wide, with Saint kissing the sound I made away. His head bowed low to take me and bring me into his tormented home. A place I got lost in as his tongue swirled with mine, and I lashed back at his heat. Every bit of me wanted to fight him and stop him from making me spill my release. I’d do it and not let them take another piece of me, not let them steal what never should be taken in the first place. My dignity.
Sin killed me softly with his gun. The size of it stretched me more than I ever imagined possible, but Saint bruised me with his lips. A kiss so fierce, I cried out against his mouth as he sucked my bottom lip between his lips. The blissful pain blinded me as Sin worked the gun faster until he slowed the pace and forced Saint’s mouth from mine.
“What did this teach you, Liv?” Sin asked hoarsely, and Saint gave a low rumble of disapproval toward Sin.
The sound was primal, like an angry bear not willing to share his prey. Sin wanted a piece of me as much as Saint. They wanted to share their meal until there was nothing of me left .
“That you are a cruel bastard,” I sneered from trembling lips.
Sin pushed the gun in more until the tip hit my sweet spot and my heart beat in my ears. Repeatedly, he nudged to the hilt while a wild moan worked its way up and Saint captured my mouth again. He kissed me senseless while his hand cupped my tit, his thumb rubbing my nipple. This insanity had to end!
I pulled my mouth from Saint’s and pleaded in a loud whisper, “Okay, okay, stop. Please!”
“No. Not until you learn not to disobey us.”
“Fine. I won’t try to gouge your eyes out,” I whispered hurriedly as my climax grew, and I couldn’t hold it back for much longer. “Happy now? Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Yes,” Sin hissed as he kept the gun inside of me and fired some water again.
“Oh…” I whimpered as I clamped my mouth shut to conceal my cry, and he pulled the squirt gun out, but left the tip in.
With an agonizing slowness, Sin moved the tip back and forth. The motion left me panting as my back arched and my eyes rolled. Saint licked at my mouth while Sin slapped my clit, and an overbearing tongue sheltered my yelp. He lapped over my mouth again and again like he couldn’t get enough .
“Oh my God, please, fucking—” I was unable to finish as Sin’s fingers vigorously rubbed my clit, causing me to come with two more pumps of the gun.
Everything exploded as an untamed scream tore me apart inside and my mouth covered Saint’s. Uncontrollably, I kissed him, and he welcomed me inside. His tongue licked at each sound wave of wild bellows as they ripped through me, and my toes curled from the force of my release.
“Mm…Such a good slut with your tight pussy weeping all over the punishment that brought you pleasure,” Sin whispered huskily in my ear. “It’s fucking beautiful glistening with your come, isn’t it?”
Sin kept the tip in while Saint bit at my cheek, but not bruising, unlike his best friend. I peered down at the weapon Sin had used on me and felt nothing but shame. I was still uncoiling from the aftershock of what they had done to me. But I was too numb to answer him.
“Well, Liv?” Sin asked again.
“It’s insanity,” I snapped and meant every word.
As true as my answer may be, it was the wrong one to voice. My opinion didn’t matter, my voice didn’t matter. I was a dumb bitch who seemed fearless.
“No, this isn’t insane…” Sin breathed as he gave me a wild look and pulled the gun from me, tossing it on the bed. “You haven’t seen madness yet, sweetheart. ”
“I don’t care to, either,” I snapped back.
Something altered in Sin’s eyes and the wildness left, but this new awakening lingered. Madness swirled in his dark charcoal eyes as his pupils dilated and a new direction unfolded. The change in Sin sent a chill right down my spine.
“Let her go, man.”
Immediately, Saint dropped his hand from my ankle. The loss of blood circulation had made my leg numb, and it fell to the floor with a thud. I couldn’t stop the noise and prayed that Sebastian had the television on full blast.
Saint’s hand fell from my ravished boob, and I pushed the cup of my bra back in place. They gave me space, but not as much as I was comfortable with. Both men stood tall over me, caging me in. Sandwiched between them with their raging boners from the orgasm they forced from me.
Again.
“Really?” I asked in a low whisper and pointed at the gun on my bed. “Now you let me go after you used that thing inside of me without my consent?”
“Yep,” Sin answered as he popped the P and nodded his head.
“You fucking bastard.” I glared with hatred at Sin and slouched down on the bed. “Get out. ”
Tears of rage bit at my eyes as I peered up at the men who continued to show me their worst, and I kept giving into them. They coerced me to the point I didn’t recognize myself anymore. Without them, I was a battered woman trying to pick up the pieces, but with them, I was fearless. A woman who snapped back in the eyes of danger and was full of desires I never knew I had. These assholes kept the pieces they took from me and locked them tightly away in their broken world. A place they wanted me to join because I was theirs to keep. Forever.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“No,” Saint whispered harshly.
“Yes,” I snapped back.
Sin reached out and touched my face. The worst part? I didn’t fight back. I let him.
The caress Sin granted me was gentle, it was almost sweet. A soft touch I couldn’t deny after all the force he’d used on me. I almost craved this tender side of him, but it was awkward at the same time because I wasn’t used to him this way. I had become used to his roughness; I’d grown accustomed to the sharp edges he had shown me. Not this lovable character who stared into my eyes and wanted to own my soul.
“But we aren’t done with you yet,” Sin whispered as his mouth turned up into a wicked grin, and the evil ass was back .
I flinched away from him and twisted around on the bed. Desperation fell over me as I pulled my knees up and tried to scurry to the other side of the room. Escape them and run toward the bathroom to lock myself inside. This was the ultimate plan. Create a barrier between us, praying they’d leave the same way they broke in. But my idea took a face plant.
My face met the mattress as Saint and Sin grabbed an ankle, pulling me back toward them. I fought, kicked, and I would’ve screamed if it wasn’t for the damn man downstairs. My feet thrashed like a floppy fish coming out of the ocean as I tried to break free. The fins were my arms, wobbling in the sheets of endless waves as I pulled on them and tried to unchain myself from my captors. But I was too weak.
“No, no, let me go!” I whispered in a frightful shriek.
Sin only released a low laugh full of evil and said, “Keep it up, little obsession. We love it.”
“No, fuck off, fu—” One of them slapped my bare ass. The pain smarted and made me eat my words.
“No way, sweetheart.” Sin breathed heavily behind me and bit down on the back of my juicy thigh.
I bucked my back in response, squeaked into the bedsheet, and another slap met my behind. The sound was louder than the last, and I knew Sebastian had to have the television on full blast. There was no way he couldn’t hear the sounds these two idiots made me create otherwise. Whether it be the strikes against my flesh or the moans they made from tormenting me.
Saint grabbed my hips and flipped me over on the bed. My legs continued to kick at them until the thrashing stopped from his firm grip, locked on each ankle. Sin reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me until I sat in a seated position. I had no time to scream while my strands felt like they were being pulled from me. The harsh movement made my scalp throb in pain as Sin kneeled down beside me until he was at eye level with me. A crazed look was in his eyes as I watched the skull dangle from the black thread of his necklace. He glared at me for my disobedience, and I knew he wouldn’t let me go soon.
“Liv, Liv, Liv…” Sin tsked and shook his head. “I promised you madness. Remember?”
I didn’t answer him. Only stared into his eyes full of darkness, swirling with delight at my struggle and lusting over all the ways he’d make me experience pain. Because the pain brought me pleasure, and they lived to hurt me.
Sin yanked my hair and forced me to answer. “Yes.”
“Do you know what our madness looks like?”
Christ. This asshole must love the sound of his voice. He never shut the fuck up!
“No. And I don’t want to. ”
“You. Are. Going. To.” He hissed out each word in my face and stood up as he pulled at his zipper. “Saint. Let’s show her what real men are made of.”