Fifty-Two
Their Obsession
Liv
S ebastian had been a bigger asshole than usual lately. He displayed aggravation and irrational behavior like he was on his period. I had kept my distance as much as possible since we remained under the same roof, but I couldn’t help giggling at him every time I saw him scratching his crotch. Jerk. He’d slept with those hookers, and my phantoms weren’t lying. They had ensured he had a severe case of chlamydia.
Sin and Saint had also cut ties with Sebastian and Sinful Saints was no longer doing business with him. They had found out they no longer needed an investor and could run their businesses on their own. No wonder my husband-to-be was throwing temper tantrums.
“I’m going out!” Sebastian had hollered over an hour ago .
I had questioned where he was off to, but he informed me it was none of my fucking business. A typical conversation between us, with him giving me attitude and expecting me to listen and be a doting bride-to-be and tend to my womanly household duties. Sexist prick.
Little does he know, I knew exactly where he was off to. Sebastian was gone for a doctor’s visit to find out why he was in discomfort. I’d love to see his face when he found out he had an STD.
My cruel fiancé deserved everything he had coming to him. All the stress, his finances were dwindling, and he’d have to recoup the lost income, but do everything while he was in pain. With hardly any use of his broken hands.
I laughed out loud as the doorbell rang. I knew I was overdue for a delivery. My heels clicked across the tile until I came to a stop at the front door. But my amusement turned into worry when there was no delivery man on my front step.
“Hey, baby.”
The guy from the business party!
What the fuck was he doing here?
“Um… I think you have the wrong address,” I said quickly and pushed the door closed.
He caught the door with his hand. “No, I don’t. ”
“Yes, you do.” I glared with clenched teeth and jerked at the door.
But it was no use.
The stranger, who I had let eat out my pussy, was too strong for me and pushed his way inside. I gasped and breathed heavily as I stumbled backward. His gigantic form towered over me as he walked toward me, and I panicked.
“It wasn’t nice, giving me a fake phone number,” he seethed and shook his head. “You leaving me hanging disappointed me.”
I really did. His cock had probably stayed flaccid since because I was that good. A fake number was the oldest trick in the book, and I had done it a handful of times. But I’ve never had any man come looking for me like this fucking creep. Time to play along and hope this psychopath left.
“I did?” I gushed a fake-ass apology. “I’m sorry. I was wondering why—”
“Bullshit,” he snapped with anger and reached out to touch my face. “But no matter. It’s all in the past now.”
“How did you find me?” I asked.
“You were easy to track down. Sebastian led me straight to you.”
Fuck. I really should convince Sebastian to hire some security guards. Maybe even put up security cameras. Better yet, I needed to stop assuming who was at my front door and look first before I answered.
“So you tracked me down. Creepy.”
“I’d like to think it’s romantic,” he said as his fish oil breath fanned across my face, and I almost gagged on the smell.
Gross! This guy reeked! What the hell had I seen in him?
He needed a damn mint. Hell, even spearmint gum. He also needed to learn some manners and not force his way into someone’s house.
“Well, you can take everything unromantic about this situation and leave the same way you came in,” I snapped back as I pointed to the wide-open door behind him and the back of my thighs hit a table.
“Nope,” he refused with a pop of the P and grabbed my shoulders. “You owe me for all the trouble I went through to find you.”
“You mean by stalking me?” I glared angrily. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
He pressed his body up against mine, and I couldn’t escape. His hot breath was on my cheek as he ran his hands down my body, and he pushed a leg between my thighs. He spread me open as I tried with all the strength I had to push him away, but he only laughed. Forcefully, he dipped his head underneath my chin and kissed my collarbone .
After he bruised me with his lips, he hissed in my ear, “No. I’m in the mood for getting my dick wet.”
He licked his fingers and lifted my skirt. Only to push my skimpy panties aside and rub my clit. The circular motion made me dizzy. Arousal stirred, and normally I’d change my mind. But two damn ghosts haunted me.
“Stop it,” I urged with tears biting at my eyes. “Please.”
I wasn’t in the mood, not when he had forced himself on me. My body might respond, but my mind and heart were somewhere else. Nothing belonged to this jerk.
He wouldn’t listen, and he made the mistake of moving backward while he tried to kiss me. There was enough room between us to lift my knee right into his crotch. The quick attack made him remove his filthy hands from me and cup his aching nut sack.
“Fuck!” He winced.
I let him have it and my hands slapped at his face like a wildcat. The sound of my abuse smacked off his nose, cheeks, head, and anywhere I could strike him. Startled, he fumbled backward and back outside.
“Jesus, fuck!” he shouted as the door slammed in his face, and I locked it behind me.
“Go away, asshole!” I yelled .
Frightened, I pressed my backside against the door, worried he might get back inside. My breath heaved while my heart raced against my chest and he pounded against the door. The tears fell as I wiped them away and held onto the doorknob for dear life.
“You bitch!” he yelled at me and threw his body against the door. “I’ll get you for this!”
The door rattled against its hinges, and I warned, “Get lost before I call the police!”
Suddenly, I heard a commotion, and the thumping stopped. My door no longer moved, and I put my ear against the door, listening while I held my breath. No sounds or movement came from the other side, and I stood still for what felt like an eternity.
My heartbeat calmed, my hands were no longer clammy, and beads of sweat dried on my forehead. I was still on high alert, but I exhaled a lengthy sigh and slid to the floor against the door. Thankfully, the coast was clear, and he must’ve heeded my threat, hightailing it out of here with his stupid dick between his legs.
“Asshole.”
Once I was safe, I moved away from the door. My eyes never left the wooden structure until I heard a chime from my cell phone. I peered down at the device while the screen lit up.
Unknown:
He’ll pay a hefty price for laying his fingers on what is ours.
I tossed and turned in bed. My sleep was shitty because the temperature had dropped with the holiday season fast approaching, and my feet kept finding their way out from underneath the comforter. My nerves were in high gear, not only from the non-consensual encounter, but from my upcoming wedding. I was only days away from me speaking the words “I do” and spending wedded bliss with a man I despised.
I was totally freaking out.
Some would call this cold feet, but I called this wanting to run to save my life. To secure my sanity and avoid being treated like a piece of garbage for the rest of my life. Sure, we could get married and soon after, I could file for a divorce, but Sebastian was too possessive of me. He wouldn’t let me go that easily, and I had to save my family. He’d make me pay for the rest of my life.
“Shit!” My cell phone rang and broke me from my thoughts .
I put the device on speaker. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!”
“Oh, Mom… How sweet of you to remind me,” I mumbled.
My slumber was also terrible because I was an entire year older. I despised celebrating the day of my birth and entering this shit hole called life. Born into nothing but chaos with brief moments of elation.
“Of course I’d remember! Besides, you are our only child.”
This I knew all too well. All the pressure and expectations fell on me because there was only me, and I hated everything about being an only child.
I didn’t get to share my frustrations with anyone else. I had nowhere to turn when I needed help. I was the one who had to save everything, and this was how I got into this goddamn mess. Out of obligation.
“Thanks, Mom.” I sighed and heard a knock on the front door.
I got up from the sofa, and my heart raced with memories of yesterday. My mom somehow calmed me while she kept yapping away about how I was the cutest baby she had ever laid eyes on. She also informed me I was a baby who had bouts of explosive diarrhea and she hoped the gene didn’t live on. I didn’t think so because children weren’t in the foreseeable future for me .
I peeked out the window facing my front door and there was a tiny white box on my step, not a single person in sight. The unexpected visit from the bastard taught me a lot. I wouldn’t answer the door without looking again. At least, not for a while.
I said, “Mom, you shouldn’t have.”
My hand was already on the doorknob when she asked, “Shouldn’t have what?”
“You can drop the act now, Mom. I know what you did.” I pointed at the box with a smile on my face. “You called me right when you knew my birthday present would arrive.”
“Sweetheart. I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“Wait. Really? Mom, come on. There’s a white box right on my…” My assumption ended with the sight of red cursive written on a note.
One moment passed, maybe two, as I stood there with my mouth agape as my mom rambled on. When I saw the words “little obsession” written in fancy red liquid, time slowed down.
“Sweetheart? Are you still there?” she asked.
“Yes, Mom, I am, but I’ll have to call you back.”
“Okay, but remember we’re meeting in two days to go over everything for the big day and—”
“I know. I’ll be there, but I have to go,” I mumbled as I ended the call with shaking hands and knew exactly who this parcel was from.
My phantoms.
I looked left then right, but only saw cars, trees, and strangers. No tattooed men in business suits with sexy hair and gorgeous eyes. Sin and Saint were nowhere in sight, but I knew they were close. They always were.
I kneeled down and picked up the white box. The note made my heart do a flip.
Happy birthday, little obsession. We sliced this up just for you.
I was either going into cardiac arrest, or those fuckers left me feeling all gushy inside—tingly with mushy emotions, making me want more. Well, fuck them!
I stormed into the house only to slam the door behind me, and I hoped they had seen my wrath. Those idiots did some crazy shit and then they do nice things. They bought me fake roses, brought me coffee, comforted me when I had my period… Well, they also forced me to have multiple orgasms to help with pain relief, but this was all beside the point. They were—
A big slice of red velvet cake greeted me when I opened the box with human fingers sticking up.
Ten, to be exact.
Real human fingers .
“Holy shit!”
I dropped the cake onto the floor while icing splattered in the box, and some fingers fell. The ends were coated with dried up blood and my stomach heaved. A hand covered my mouth, and I felt the bile build up. I was ready to hurl all over the gruesome present my phantoms had left me, but I held the puke at bay.
Through all the vivid thoughts running through my head, my eyes caught a ring on one finger. A particular silver band I recognized from the man who’d had his hands all over me. The predatory pig hadn’t left of his freewill, he was forced, and his fucking fingers were cut off!
My cell phone chimed, making me jump right out of my skin and the screen lit up.
Unknown:
Did you like your birthday present?
Me:
You can’t be serious! Is this some kind of sick joke?
Unknown:
Oh, those fingers are the real deal, sweetheart.
I wanted to throw my phone, smash it onto the floor right with the cake. But I refrained, kept my cool, and gave them hell.
Me:
What the fuck is wrong with the two of you? You can’t just go kill a man and cut off another guy’s fingers!
Unknown:
Why not?
Me:
Because it’s insane!
But I was too. Trapped in the madness of their affection for me. Blinded by their addiction to me. No matter what these two did, they did everything for me.
Unknown:
Is it?
Me:
What?
Unknown:
Crazy. Or is that man, who treated himself to what is ours and tried to steal what we’ve claimed, downright vile? He would’ve corrupted your soul.
Me:
Yes, what he did was disgusting and he should go to jail. Not have his fingers cut off because of it!
Unknown:
Well, he won’t be touching you again, now will he?
Very good point. But in a completely fucked up way.
Me:
Yeah. You and your lap dog made sure of that.
Unknown:
Oh, you wound our hearts.
Good.
Another text message came through.
Unknown:
But we’re more vicious predators, Liv. I’m more of the alpha in a wolf pack and Saint’s the beta. But you are the prey.
I wanted them gone. Out of my heart and absent from my mind. They had lost all hold on sanity, and I caused their destruction.
I yelled at my phone and typed out each word, “Just leave me alone!”
Unknown:
No can do. Our addiction to you is our salvation, and there’s no turning back now.