Page 42 of Insane Obsession

“Yesss.” His lips part, and his tongue darts out, sweeping over my lips as he hums. I moan impatiently. “What else?” He asks.

“For you. And me.”

“Somewhere safe, where we can be,” Bran finishes softly.

It’s the rhyme we made as teenagers when we discovered our obsession with one another.

My hand reaches out to cup Finn’s hair, and I’m not surprised when it partially lands on Bran’s hand. He thought the same—thisinsane obsessionnow includes our flower. He will become part of us like we will become part of him.

It was always meant to be.

“I’ve come to kill,” I say. “To finish what should never have started in the first place.”

“For David making Finn’s life hell.”

“Yes. Him touching Finn.”

“Because he’s ours.”

“That’s right, brother.” I lean in and capture B’s lips with mine.

His mouth parts, giving me access. I kiss him hungrily, my tongue swiping against his as we play. He smells like cocktail and Christmas, and fuck me, if that doesn’t make me feral. Before this night is over, I will have my brother on all fours while he’s getting fucked by both me and Finn.

“Gentlemen…” Jim interrupts. “There’s something you should see.Now.”

Someone steps up in our headlights.

I let out an appreciative whistle. “Dude, you got him good, didn’t you?”

“I did.” Bran sounds proud.

David’s face is hardly recognizable. It’s littered with bruises, and he has a black eye.

“Fuck, he looks like an art piece. We should wake Finn.” Bran whispers. “Let him draw this perfect picture.”

David takes a few steps toward the car, glaring furiously.

“Jim. Give him something to be pissed about,” I say.

“Yes, sir.” Jim smiles and floors the car, throwing some snow up.

David’s eyes widen as he sees us coming. For a brief moment, I fear he might let himself be ran over. Then he jumps out of the way.

Thank fuck.

“Hiehaa!” Bran calls out in his usual delirious-sexy-as-fuck-way. He finds my mouth and kisses me once more, hard and demanding this time.

Beneath us, Finn stirs before his pretty eyes flutter open. “Where are we?” He mumbles sleepily.

Both our hands brush through his hair. “We’re home, flower,” I say. “Jim, park the car around the corner.”

We go inside and straight for the video room with its oversized couch.

After giving Jim his orders, he slips away, and I make Finn and I comfortable on the couch while I watch Bran turning the lights to the tree. When he lights some fancy candle, the room fills with spice.

The screen fills with video footage from inside the asylum’s corridors and outside the forest.

“What are we looking at?” Finn asks. He yawns. “Can’t we just go to bed?”

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