Page 5 of Obsession

A petite man carrying a silver domed tray walked into the room through the swinging double doors. His eyes were milky white and lifeless, his lips were stitched together, and his neckwas rife with puncture wounds, one of which she swore was still dripping with blood.

The shock was all too much, but she still sat—at the head of the table—waiting for her meal.

Her food was uncovered and the billowing steam carried the aromas of glazed carrots, a sauteed white fish of some sort covered with capers and onions, and a cute little pile of baby red potatoes that were slightly shriveled and glistening with a buttery sauce of their own wafted to her.

“Eat.”

The one word spoken from Bastian was more command than offer.

She found that everything plated before her was exquisite yet tasteless, the flavors overwhelmed by the air in the room; and by the three men that sat at the opposite end of the long banquet table.

Staring.

Sipping on some sort of dark liquor.

Staring at her.

Monstrous demons cloaked in the guise of beautiful creatures.

Their fangs glinted in the candlelight. Their murderously charming smiles sent a shiver down her spine while she slowly patted the corner of her mouth with the linen cloth.

“Settle in sweets, we’ve only just begun.” Grayson held his glass up in a cheers motion, with a wink and a smirk that flashed his sharp fang her way.

Note To Readers:

(Seriously. Stop here and go read the T W’s section at the end of the book if you are a sensitive reader with any types of triggers to your mental health. There will be a plethora of things that happen in this story that are not experienced in healthy relationships.)

Six

Ren's life did settle into a surreal routine. When the brothers were near her, she was free to wander so long as she never strayed too far. Much to her surprise, they were always able to detect any unwarranted movement.

She found this out the hard way, when she stashed a knife from her meal under her clothes. Somehow, Bastian plucked it from its hiding spot between her heaving breasts without any hesitation; he knew where she was hiding the blade as readily as if he had placed it there.

So far as she knew she gave no indication that she had it, but it did not stop him from tearing away the thin dress covering her and deftly plucking the metallic weapon out with a savage sort of finesse. One that left a small nic on her left breast, causing a solitary drop of blood to pool on the tiny wound.

Bastian’s eyes dilated and she watched him as his fangs protruded slightly further, his nostrils flaring as he worked his jaw muscles and ground his teeth slightly.

“There is no escape, pet.”

With a quickness she had never experienced before Bastian had her pressed against the wall with her hands above her head. His tongue licked the bead of crimson from her bare chest.

“In time you will be perfect for us.” His whispered words against her skin gave rise to a peppering of gooseflesh across her chest.

He turned her around and pressed her further into the wall, pulling one arm behind her in a hammer lock, the way police do during an arrest.

He took the knife she had stolen and turned it so the blade was in his hand. The ornate hilt was pressed into her cleavage from underneath.

“There are a great many things that can be done with a knife, pet.”

He dragged the blunt end of the knife down her stomach to the curve of her belly. Pressed a bit harder when he reached the area where her thighs merged at the apex; carefully slid the weapon between her closed legs. The muscles relaxed just enough to allow the hardened steel’s handle through.

“You cannot hide from me, pet. I can tell that you like this… Your heart is pounding, your temperature has risen…You haven’t even tried to move your arm, though I have already let you go.”

His laughter mocked her as he slowly stroked the knife back and forth between her legs. Ren’s hips betrayed her further when he stopped and she continued to move.

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