Four
Her Destiny
Sin
Adrenaline coursed through me, zigzagged in my veins, and I knew something shot past my head.
I dodged to the side, only to hear an oof from behind me.
The sudden movement caught my best friend off guard.
He’d usually be more alert, less distracted, but when he’s in his comfort zone, all defenses fade.
Especially with her. Our little obsession, who astonished me with a surprise attack.
She distracted me with a hard toss of a pillow before she somersaulted across the floor and caught me in an armlock.
She flipped me over her shoulder and straddled me in the doorway with her beautiful hair dangling in my face.
“Welcome home.” Liv grinned down at me, full of triumph. “You’re late.”
Liv pressed her forearm into my collarbone as we had taught her. Fuck. She listened so damn well. Our girl was the most magnificent woman who’d ever roamed the Earth. I was as hard as a rock beneath her.
I loved Liv when I first laid eyes on her and knew I had to have her. Obsession became my greatest sin. Soul-consuming, mind-numbing, and gut-wrenching with full-blown yearning. She was all I thought about and everything I wanted.
Now that I had Liv, the addiction had intensified to a constant need to be with her, touch her, and have her in my fucking orbit. I could never tire of her and wanted her with me twenty-four hours of the damn day, but I knew that wasn’t possible.
Liv was her own woman. Independent, level-headed, and a fucking force to be fucked with. She needed the skills to take care of herself when we couldn’t be around. We taught her everything we knew, and my obsession with her grew. Flourished into something beautiful. Adoration.
I fucking worshipped the ground she walked on. Night, day, even while she slept and made cute noises in our bed. She was everything.
“Right on time, I’d reckon.” I shot Liv a cocky grin and grabbed her by the hips. “You forgot to restrain my hands, sweetheart.”
She wore silky pants, smooth in the palms of my hands, but delicate enough that I felt her thong through the thin material. I could rip the fucking fabric off.
“No, I didn’t,” she breathed, sending shivers down my spine.
I pushed my rigid cock up against Liv’s pubic bone and heard her sigh.
Shit. Liv’s teasing me. Such a good girl.
I groaned.
Liv sat up, releasing me from her restraint, but I wanted more of her. I still held her right where I wanted her. I could fuck her right here with the goddamn door wide open and not give a fuck. Max be damned. He could listen if he wanted to.
Suddenly, something hit me on the head. Hard. My eyeballs stung and Liv went blurry as fuck.
“Christ!” I blinked several times, trying desperately to see straight.
I let go of Liv to rub my eyes.
“This asshole kept us out late,” Saint huffed as he ruffled my hair. “Someone got distracted.”
Saint had whacked me in the face with a fucking pillow.
“I wasn’t the only one,” I insisted, becoming defensive.
Liv heaved off me with an elongated sigh. Not an exhale of satisfaction, but irritation. Thanks, best friend. Goddamn boner kill.
My vision was back to normal, and I could finally see straight except for scattered white dots that were diminishing by the second.
Any longer, and I’d have thought I’d suffer a scratched cornea requiring the doctor to take a peek.
I needed my eyes to be in good health because I had an obsession to admire all hours of the day.
I got up off the floor, dusting off my black jeans, and glared at Saint. “Go easy next time, would you?”
“Pussy,” Saint whispered.
I smacked him upside the head. “Ow.”
“Who’s the cunt now?” I took off my jacket.
Saint snarled at me. Tension filled the room. A throat cleared.
We both turned our heads toward our woman who demanded the attention of the room.
“Who did you kill?” Liv asked with her arms crossed in front of her chest, and the tips of her bare, cute, pedicured toes tapped the floor. “There’s blood on your jacket.”
I hid the coat behind my back and shrugged. “What blood?”
I whistled and searched around.
Liv walked toward me and reminded me of a mother ready to scold her child for being disobedient. She oozed motherly vibes, and I couldn’t wait to put a baby in her. Our child. She’d glow. Beautiful, striking as ever, and radiating. She’d make a fantastic mom. Exceptionally hot.
Christ. I’d want my hands all over her. I did right now. I had a hard time containing myself.
Did I have mommy issues?
Abso-fucking-lutly. I didn’t regret a minute of it, though. Not with my little obsession eyeing me up like this.
Liv yanked my jacket out from behind my back and pointed at the red stain. “This. Where did it come from?”
“If I don’t answer, will I get a spanking?” I teased with a smirk.
Liv tilted her head curiously. “Do you want one?”
“Yes, Mommy.” I stared at Liv intensely.
“Role play. Nice.” Saint unbuttoned his shirt and took a seat on the couch. “But I prefer to cut to the chase.”
Liv looked away from me and over at my best friend.
He was too comfortable in his own skin, and I could see the effect he had on our girl.
Her pulse quickened against her neck, her lips parted, and her breathing escalated.
The sight of his magnificent chest aroused her.
Distracted her. Locked her in a sexual haze.
Liv glanced back at me, eyes full of lust. “Did you kill him?”
“The guy at the club?” I asked.
She swallowed. Hard. “Yes.”
I didn’t answer.
“Bad boy,” Liv said, with a tap on my ass.
“Mm…” I closed my eyes briefly. “Easy enough, sweetheart.”
She squeezed my butt cheek. Pinched her damn nails right in and electrified me. The shock took over my system. Goddamn. I was extremely horny.
Liv turned her attention toward Saint and pointed at him. “Did you kill him?”
“Not right away,” Saint answered.
I ran my fingers through her long, gorgeous hair. “If you count the time when he was still breathing. For an entire two minutes after we slit his throat, and he gargled on his blood for a bit.”
Slowly, Liv looked over her shoulder at me. “You killed him?”
“Yeah.” Saint shrugged on the sofa. “We killed him.”
Liv turned back to Saint and ambled in his direction. The tips of her hair left my skin tickling in the absence of its softness. I wanted to touch her, badly, so fucking desperately that my flesh ached, but I had to be patient. She was about to stake her claim.
Liv trailed her fingernails down Saint’s chest. “For me?”
“Yeah,” Saint hoarsely whispered. “For you.”
“He touched you in our club, under our goddamn roof, and we can’t take a chance. Not with Phoenix still out there,” I added.
“I guess this reasoning can be an exception,” Liv said as she tossed my jacket at me, and she pulled down her silk pants.
Saint watched her without a peep. His eyes laser focused on her while I admired the curves of her body. Exquisite. Voluminous. Liv stole my breath away as she slipped out of her panties.
I groaned at the sight of our obsession. Half naked. For us. God. I was glad to be home. The kill was the thrill, but she was the prize.
Leisurely, Liv went over each ripple of Saint’s abs and bent forward to plant featherlike kisses on his neck. She sent a chill of desire through me when she dug her nails into his skin and he hissed. A bright red trail glimmered from the sensual pain she inflicted.
Fuck. Our future wife, the obsession our dreams had formed with our darkness. Our corruption had taken her further to the dark side. We didn’t deserve her, but we owned her. She had let us in, and she was ours forever.
Liv pulled her head back and cupped Saint’s manhood. He had an enormous bulge in his pants, and he ached for her the same as I did. I unzipped my pants at the same time that she undid his. I had to free the strain of my erection because the metal teeth of my jeans were painfully eating at me.
“Good girl, darling,” Saint whispered with lust as she stroked his cock. “Spit on me.”
Liv obeyed. She puckered her lips, and saliva dribbled down onto the tip while she worked his shaft. I stroked on my dick, but I dry-dogged it. Not giving a shit. I was a one-man show while I watched the two people I loved most in this world get it on.
What more could a man ask for?
Liv did the unthinkable and switched things up. She bent over and took Saint right into the back of her throat. I got the best show on the entire planet. Ocean-blue eyes swirling with desire as he moaned with delight at me right over the crack of Liv’s ass.
Christ. I had to grab the edge of the wall to keep myself steady.
I worked my dick faster while Liv made the most intense gagging sounds I’d ever heard escape her, and I couldn’t wait for my turn. For her lips to wrap around me and swallow me whole, but Saint deserved this special fucking treatment from our girl.
Saint had held the poor bastard. Strangled him from behind while I stood in front of the man who touched Liv.
He let me do the honors of bleeding him dry with the crimson liquid spilling from him onto my jacket.
I got to watch the life leave his eyes, and I’d get to watch Saint do the honors of fucking our girl.
To share was to fucking care.
I cared. I cared a whole fucking lot. My devotion to Liv was as much as Saint’s dedication to her, and when he made her sit on his cock—I rooted for him while she rode him.