Page 52 of Obsessions of the Heart

Crowding into her, I immediately answered her call. “Never. Nothing could ever change my mind.”

Her mouth shifted like she didn't believe me, but instead of arguing, she slowly spun around. There was a large, gnarly, jagged-looking scar running from the middle of her back to her ass. My heart sank as my fingers twitched with rage. Who the fuck did this to her? I wanted to torture them, make them pay for causing her pain, pain that I couldn't save her from.

I had never felt so much of a failure as I did in that moment, but it wasn't about me. It was about her. If she thought this would change anything in my mind about her, then she really didn't understand how I felt. How we felt about her.

Crowding closer to her, I ran my finger down the paler version of her skin, following the zigzagging line. She gasped, then her muscles tensed beneath my touch, but I kept going. “Is this what caused you so much worry?” Her whole body stiffened as I ran my finger up her back. “Now, I do want to know more about this… How did you get it? Who gave it to you?”

I curled my other hand around her waist, tightening my grip and stepping up right behind her. “I want to know who I have to hurt for this, but all of that can wait because it's not as important as you are.”

Her hands covered her face, and I let her hide from me for now. Her muffled voice came out, “You're not disgusted? Not repulsed by this? It's gross.”

Again, I suppressed the urge to go on a killing spree, knowing that while it might make me feel better, it most definitely would make Rin a little worried. I decided to take a different approach. I wanted to show her just how much I liked this body.

Bending down, I set a tentative, soft kiss at the top of the scar. Rin’s breathing picked up, forcing air out of her nostrils like she was preparing for a battle, but I kept going. I kissed down that scar, telling her with every touch of my lips how little I cared about it. How this could never cause me to turn away from her.

As I worked my way down, her body lost more and more tension, beginning to shiver at the touch of my lips. By the time I reached the bottom, my pants were tented and one of her hands was pressed against the stall. Her breathing came out choppy and husky when I stood up.

I was going to leave it there, knowing I was already pushing my luck, but when she turned around and pushed me up against the wall, I was in trouble. I would let her ruin every bit of me if it meant she would kiss me.

Her eyes searched mine, looking for something. I wished she would just ask because I would tell her anything she wanted to know. Her fingers dug into the back of my neck, twirling into my hair, then she yanked me down and kissed me like she was dying to.

For a second, I melted into her, letting her in as soon as our lips touched. She was forceful and strong, taking as much of me as she could get. It felt like my life force was being sucked away, leaving me weak in the knees, but I fucking loved it.

She pulled away, her head resting on my forehead as she whispered, her eyes closed, “This is wrong. I shouldn’t have done that.”

My soul shattered with her words. I never wanted to hear her say those words to me again, so I just picked up the pieces of my soul, shoved them back in, and went forward again. “Why?” I ran my hands down her back, filling my hands with her plump ass. The feel of her body was heavenly.

She shook her head and tried to back away from me, but I held on tight, not willing to let her go. Never.

“I… I…” Her hands slowly untangled before they slid down to rest on my chest. She took another big gulp, and I raised her chin, making her face me. I smiled to let her know that I meant what I’d said. I was always going to be here for her.

She blurted out, “I was with Rion last night,” trying to push me away again, but I started to laugh.

Her mouth opened and closed, body stiff again, so I leaned down and gave her a peck on her lips. She was just so damn lovable.

“Yes, and?”

Her eyes widened into saucers as she looked up at me, then she tried again. “I don’t think you understand.” She was working herself up to confess everything to me, but I didn't want Rion’s little tryst to ruin ours.

“Rin, I know. He told us this morning.”

She blinked a few times, her mouth pinched in confusion before something clicked in her head. Now, she wasn't trying to leave my arms. Instead, her arms were crossed.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Her tone said she wasn’t playing, and I knew I was going to have to be the one that broke it to her, which sucked, but at the same time, I was the best of the three candidates to do it.

Pulling her in close, I rested my head on hers. “Rion told us what happened, and Roux and I are fine with it.” When her brows pinched, I ran my hands along her body, making her shiver in anticipation.

“Rin, we’ve shared everything all our lives. It's not so far-fetched that we would all like the same woman, all want to be with her badly enough that we wouldn't want to deny our brothers’ while also not denying ourselves.”

Resting my lips against hers, I whispered, “We want you, Rin. I fucking want you. I’ve wanted you for a very long time, and I’m not letting you go.” I gave her one peck, then another, then another, making sure each lasted longer than the previous.

After the fourth one, her hands fell to my chest and she breathed, “Really?”

My heart just about beat out of my motherfucking chest, and I rubbed my rock hard front into her. “Do you feel what you’ve done to me? Does that seem like the dick of a man who’s not okay with this?”

She gasped, her body leaning into me as her hooded eyes looked up at me. I ran my hand down her front, rubbing my fingers against her dress-covered pussy. “But, Rin, this has to be okay with you first. I won’t take this any further if you’re not okay with having me, being with me. I won’t be a substitute for my brother. I want to be an addition.”

I could tell her mind was made up even before she said in a low, throaty voice, “I want this. I want you, Ravi.”

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