Page 53 of Twisted in Obsession

I don’t bother asking why he said what he said. Instead, I close my eyes, blissfully loving the attention. Even if it’s from the wrong people.

“Go to sleep, Little Chaos. We’ll take you home and tuck you in,” Jericho murmurs, gently kissing my forehead.

What a weirdo. I should ask more questions like—how do you know where I live? Or why are you being so kind to me? But whatever. Sleep never clings to me this damn hard. So, I fall into the abyss of darkness and let myself freely fall in front of three strangers who just made me come in the middle of a dance floor.

What a weird ass night.

If this boner doesn’t go away, I’m going to have to finish myself off in Journey’s shower before we leave. It’s trying hard to punch through my damn jeans.

“Just stand over her, Sheppy Boy. She’d love a cum shower,” Arrow says with a grin, staring down at the sleeping girl tucked away in her bed.

‘That’s a you thing. Not a me thing,’ I sign with a frown. ‘Besides, that’s creepy.’ I roll my eyes when he lies beside her, staring at her face with a grin.

“You wouldn’t mind, would you, Kitten?” he hums, tucking a wild curl behind her ear.

Jericho paces Journey’s disaster of a bedroom with his phone glued to his ear. He frowns, and his nostrils flare wildly. Whatever is happening back at Rave needs our attention immediately.

“What the fuck do you mean there’s been a problem? Two goddamn problems?” Jericho bellows into the phone with a scowl. “Secure them. We’ll be there.”

Arrow sighs, placing his lips on Journey’s, and removes himself from beside her. I glare at him when he waltzes through her bedroom like he owns it, heading straight for her messy dresser.

Arrow rummages through Journey’s dresser, humming as he pulls several things out. Sweat pants, a T-shirt, and fresh underwear.

‘Why the underwear?’ I sign with a frown, standing guard next to Journey's bedroom door so Sable doesn’t get any bright ideas about entering.

Arrow doesn’t respond as he sets them on her bed, eyeing her passed-out form.

“There’s an issue with the game,” Jericho curses, putting his phone into his pocket. His eyes dart to Journey with furrowed brows. “And apparently, there’s something we need to see on the surveillance videos.”

‘What kind of issue?’ I sign.

“It was those new money-rich assholes, wasn’t it?” Arrow asks, slowly removing one of Journey’s high heels and bringing it up to his nose. “Even her feet smell delicious.” He sighs a little, turning the heel upside down, sniffing the bottom. “And salty.”

I blink several times in disgust. ‘Gross,’ I sign, knocking the shoe out of his hands. ‘Stop sniffing shoes and pay attention.’ This is his problem. He never pays attention when Jer’s in his angry place, earning him more glares.

Arrow frowns, slipping her other shoe off and throwing it to the ground. “Happy?”

‘Yes.’ I nod. ‘You were saying?’ I sign to Jericho.

As I turn my attention to Jericho, I purposely tune out Arrow and his obsession with her scent as he leans in and licks her toes with a satisfied hum. I discreetly watch him as he works his way up her leg and around her knee, using his tongue to taste every inch of her. My dick begs to pop out of my pants when he slowly lifts up her skirt, but that’s where I draw the line. I grunt, grabbing him by the back of the shirt and shaking my head.

‘Stop licking her,’ I sign after letting him go.

He grins. “But she’s mine. I can lick what’s mine.”

He shrugs like it’s the most logical thing he could have said.

“Cheaters,” Jericho remarks, without any emotions on his face, bringing us back to the conversation. “Security watched the tapes and said they were not only counting cards but hiding some up their sleeves. It’s an elaborate scheme to fuck us over and steal our money.” He swipes a hand over his creased forehead. “Someone went missing from within our club. A woman. The police are in our fucking office with questions. More shit piling up.”

If there were more than just the four of us in this room, everyone would be giving Jericho a wide berth. Rage wafts off him in waves. It’s so potent I can practically smell the fury from within him.

“I want to take their fingers,” Arrow says, standing tall with renewed focus on the situation. “I can strap their hands down and chop them off one by one until they confess to their sins.”

“That won’t be necessary. But we do need to head back and dispose of the troublesome group. They’ll never come back to Briar Cove if they know what’s good for them,” Jericho growls, squeezing his fingers into fists. “Arrow, you’ll take care of them. I’ll placate the police and get them moving.”

“Fuck yes. Bring on the blood and mayhem! If I can’t fuck my lady properly, I want absolute destruction.”

Jericho sighs. “Then, shall we? We can’t keep our victims waiting. They’re in the basement of Rave, ready for their talking to.” He sweeps an arm out, gesturing for us to get moving.

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