Page 52 of Insane Obsession

“Flower.”

I forget the rest of my words.

Castor moves to the kitchen sink to wash the knife. “We’ve got you. Like we’ve got each other’s backs.”

“I’m not reassured.” My voice sounds thin, and my imagination comes up with all kinds of wild ideas.

What if they’ve set me up?

What if that had always been their plan?

I fall back onto the couch. “Are you going to frame me for murder?”

Castor clicks his tongue. “You’re getting in your head. Don’t go where we can’t find you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m tired. I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.”

Bran walks my way and slides onto his knees in front of me, a bottle of oil and a washcloth in his hands. “Sweetheart.” His dark lashes flutter. “Was it that good, hmm?”

“I—no…” He leans in and cleans the ropes of my release off. “You don’t understand…”

“Oh, but we do.” Castor approaches from behind and slides a hoodie over my head. His large hands start massaging my shoulders. “You’re afraid, flower. Because you can’t trust anyone.”

My head lolls to the side, my mouth going slack, and I surrender to them. Between my legs, Bran has dribbled some oil on the insides of my thighs, stirring my cock back to life despite my anxiety and exhaustion.

“Jim will take care of the body.” Bran continues his sweet torture on my sensitive skin, making it warm and flushed.

The room fills with the scent of almonds.

“Jim? The driver?”

“He’s family, flower.” Castor crawls under the fabric of my hoodie and is rubbing my back. “And he knows exactly how to deal with situations like these.”

“Because it’s not the first time this has happened?” My eyes burn from the truth.

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

“I should leave this place,” I sigh. My eyes flutter closed.

“And go where? We’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

I smile at that.

Castor digs his fingers in deep. “You’ll meet the family soon.”

The family.

“Your parents?” I rasp.

“And others.”

They lift me, and I’m too tired to protest. Has anyone ever put me to bed?

I can’t remember.

The smell of lemongrass hits me, and I reach for it, grabbing it tight. Cedarwood envelopes me from behind, floating over until it captures us all and keeps us safe.

Sounds of soft murmurs bring me out of my heavenly void. My eyes flutter, but my warm body doesn’t want to move. I’m lying on my side and completely covered by the twins. Castor is behind me, his thick cock pressing against my crease. Covering my arms with his is Bran. Our foreheads are pressed together, my chin touching my chest.

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