Page 150 of Twisted in Obsession

But we wanted her to know. It was us. We took her that night, and we’ll never forget.

"Do you regret it?" the voice asks for me.

She shakes her head instantly. "Not at all. That night was the most free I've felt in years."

I swallow hard. "Me too," I rasp out through my rusty vocal cords.

Our eyes connect again, a heat sizzling between us the longer we stare. My hand cups her cheek, letting her rest there.

"So, are you going to work on this more today?" she questions, licking her lips.

I inspect her face, noting the mischievous twinkle in her eyes, alluding that she's definitely up to something. I should be on high alert. But my dick has a mind of his own, urging me to strip her down and paint her some more.

"I could,” I say, cringing at the pain in my throat.

A pleased grin crosses her lips at the sound of my voice until her eyes drift, looking at the picture Arrow took.

"It's very blurry here." She points to the chest area, which has a blur to it from the rough movement of Jericho decimating her from behind.

"Kind of." I tilt my head, looking at the picture more.

"How would you feel about a live model instead of a picture?" Her cheeks heat more at the prospect.

I blink several times, letting her words set in. My voice freezes again. So, I pull out my phone and quickly type out my words.

"You want to strip down and be my model?"

"Well, you were going to draw me, anyway. Right? Why not have an actual image instead of a grainy, blurry photo?" She raises a brow like this is the most logical explanation ever.

Suspicion eats me alive, wondering what the hell her angle is. Just yesterday, she was running from us and attempting to go back home. Now, she wants to strip naked for me so I can draw her to perfection?

"If you want to," the voice says.

I search her eyes when she nods in agreement.

"I'd be more than happy to, Shepp."

I lick my lips, aching to ask the very question on my mind. "Why?" I cock my head.

"Why not?" she asks, stepping back from my touch, leaving me bereft and desperately wanting more. "Why wouldn't I get naked for you and let you paint me?" Vulnerability sits in her eyes when they dart to the ground. "I want to feel alive," she whispers. "I want to feel the freedom I felt that night in your arms. And I'm still so fucking confused how that happened.”

We purposely tracked you down. We hunted you at that party, knowing exactly who we were taking to bed. We wanted you. Needed you more than anything. But I can't reveal that yet. She can't know how infatuated with her we are. To her, there's no apparent reason for it. We've been in the shadows for so long, craving to touch her and to fulfill the agreement Jericho's father paved the way for.

Now, we're here.

Soon, she'll be Jer's wife.

Until then, we have to tread lightly and show her how much we care. Something Jericho has a hard time doing. He'd rather boss her ass around than gently nudge her in the right direction.

"It was meant to be," is all I say on the matter. "You were meant to be ours."

"Yours? Do you three usually share?"

No.

"Never had before. But we will for you."

You were our first. Our only. The one girl we've ached to do that with.

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