Page 64 of Insane Obsession

She and her friend ran off before I could finish my phrase.

“Okay,” the camera guy chuckles uncomfortably. He’s the only one left.

I smile at him and point at the camera. “You seem well prepared?”

“Yes, I—I—I—” He takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I am a little nervous. The history of this building is so interesting.”

“Are you a psychology student?”

He shakes his head. “I study history. Actually—I wasn’t meant to be here today. I was supposed to be in Maine. There’s another building there with a similar story, an old school with an interesting disappearance. But life can take strange turns and…well—” He lets out another nervous chuckle. “Here I am.”

Ouch. This poor guy is making me feel guilty for what’s about to happen.

“Life tends to have its ways.” I step aside when we get to the isolation room. “Be very careful now, because this is where stuff gets really creepy. Good luck.”

He goes inside. “Wow…” I hear him say, caught up in the moment and not paying attention to me.

I switch off my light and quickly make my way to our backdoor. Camera man doesn’t notice I’m gone until the walls are opening up for me.

“Mister Anderson?” He calls out. “Mister—” It’s the last thing I hear of him.

Stone smoothly glides back into place and I’m once more facing our corridor. Christmas lights welcome me home. Toeingoff my shoes, I quickly walk to the living room, where my twins are already sprawled out on the couch and watching the screen.

“I feel sorry for him,” I say. The young student is no longer filming, but running for the stairs instead.

“Maybe we should give him a little…smoke?” Bran teases.

“Don’t you dare,” I snatch the remote out of his hand. “That kid makes me think of my younger self.”

Castor quickly presses a random button and someone screams inside the asylum. “Oops.” He rumbles with laughter when I glare at him. On camera, we see the camera guy leave the door.

“Well, he made it out in one piece,” Bran smirks. “You’ve given him the time of his life. Speaking off…” He gets up and saunters toward the Christmas tree. I only now notice that the table has been set for three.

“You have been busy.”

“Of course he has been.” Castor pulls me onto his lap. “While you were out there making money, B was cooking like the pretty housewife he has become.”

“Oh, fuck off. You were the one who wanted duck.”

“And you wanted to please your brother, didn’t you?” Castor wiggles his brows when I curl my hands around his neck and press him close. His lips are soft and welcoming. “Hmm. Love it when you spook them out like that, little freak. Yeah, that’s it, rub yourself on my thigh.”

A Christmas carol fills the room. Bran’s humming to the lyrics as I’m getting lost in the moment.

Castor presses his hand against my crease, teasing the plug I’m wearing. He lifts my hips to take off my pants.

“Trust me?” He whispers. In his hand, he now holds black lace.

“Yes.”

“Good boy.” He slides the silky material over my face, blanketing my eyes. “Does this feel good?” His whispers, making my skin itch with need.

I moan my reply as he pushes me against his erection.

Cool fingers land on my throat, and I tilt my head back in acceptance. “You want to try the Christmas cocktail I made?”

I open my mouth for Bran and swallow around strawberries and vodka. “Hmm…so good.”

“Right? I’ve got something else you might like as well.”

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