Page 39 of Insane Obsession

The touch never comes. I open my eyes, watching him watch me with wide eyes. He doesn’t move.

“Easy now,” Castor murmurs. “Unless you want to lose your head during a college Christmas party. In front of your dad.”

A large, serrated chain loosely hangs around David’s neck. Behind him stands Castor. Blond, fierce, handsome. And pissed. Damn.

David slowly pulls back, eyes glassy with fear.

When he is out of my personal space, Castor pats David on his shoulder. “Good man. Now, listen carefully. If you ever look at what’s mine again, I’ll kill you.”

After what feels like forever, David nods.

“Very good. We understand each other.”

“Is he…is Finn yours?” David’s voice sounds thin.

“Damn right, he is. So I suggest—” Castor slowly slides the chain away and spins David around, facing him. ”That you get thefuckout of here and out of his life.”

“You don’t understand,” David pleads, though he steps away swiftly. “He set us up. Made us go into thisabandonedplace,” he air-quotes. “Nearly killed me. He’s not who you think he is.” And with those words, he storms out the door.

Castor wraps his arms around me and squeezes tight. “Flower.” Sandalwood envelops me, entwined with his uniquesmell. How is it possible that I have only known these guys for one day, but they feel like home?

Is there such a thing as love at first sight? I never thought there was that for me anyways.

“I was afraid.” I let the tears fall against Castor’s chest, my body trembling when he brushes my hair and softly murmurs in my ear.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, we’re here now. He can’t hurt you anymore.” We stay lost in our embrace.

I tell myself I should be afraid of these twins. They are killers. Hell, they tried to kill David last night. Still… Here I am. Polished and cherished by these two remarkable guys after being thrown out like trash by my mom.

And I won’t give that up.

The door swings open with a bang, and Bran comes in. He walks straight to the sink, pushing me away with his hip, and starts washing his hands. “There you are.” He smiles at me through the mirror, but his eyes are dark with depravity. “You didn’t fuck in those restrooms, did you?”

Castor rolls his eyes. “Chill, I was just comforting Finn. Did you see David?”

“Yeah. We got him good. First his dad, then me.” Bran grins as he dries his hands. “He’s gone now. How are you, sweetheart?” He clasps my cheek with a wet hand and smiles when I flinch at the cool wetness on my hot skin. “I leave you here to recover after that blowjob, and I find you here trembling. Did he hurt you?”

“Blowjob?” Castor stills.

Bran wiggles his eyebrows. “You could at least have watched your video. I filmed the whole thing.”

Castor swears and slides his phone out. “Fucking B.”

“Oh, yeah, I did the fucking alright.” Bran leans in and licks Castor’s cheek, cackling when his brother shoves him away.

“You fucked him as well?”

“You damn right I did.”

Castor’s gaze turns dark, and he grabs my hand. “I’ll claim my share for everything I put in tonight, brother. And it will be me doing the fucking.”

Bran barks out a laugh. “You’ll get to fuck me, brother, pinky promise. But first, we need to finish this night in style.” He looks at his bruised knuckles. “The fucker wouldn’t even fight back when he saw me coming. Just stood there as I threw in a few punches. Let me fuck up his nose. He left the party with his driver. Guess where he’s heading to?”

Castor snorts. “I always know how and when to play the right cards. And these sponsors were the easiest gossip dump.”

“What did you do?”

“An excellent job,” Castor smirks. “Aren’t you going to thank me?” He grabs Bran’s collar and pulls him in. Their kiss turns desperate. When both their hands press me forward, welcoming my mouth, I moan. They are wet and impatient, nibbling hungrily on the corners of my lips. I sigh when they finally pull back.

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