Page 13 of Insane Obsession

My blood turns cold. I shouldn’t piss them off. “I mean?—”

“Listen to this.” A flicker of a smile. Then there’s a clicking sound, followed by screaming pleas.

“Get me out of here! Please! Heellpp!” It’s Lea.

“Why?” I jump out of my chair before I can think.

Prince holds up his phone and spreads his legs. “Come here, flower. Come here and I’ll show you.”

I move toward the screen on Prince’s phone. With a smooth movement, Ringo pushes me forward and onto Prince’s thigh, straddling it.

“Lea,” I whisper. “D-did you put her in that isolation room?”

“She isn’t good for you, flower,” Ringo murmurs against my skin. Goosebumps rose again with a strange tug in my lower stomach. “Just like the other ones. Nasty weeds.” He turns off the camera, and the sobs disappear, replaced by soft music.

A hand brushes over my collarbone, and I shudder. “Sorry, if you allow me—” Ringo removes the camera from my neck, taking away its weight. Then he hands me a glass. “Do you drink wine?”

Eying the contents, I feel my cheeks blush. “I don’t think I’ve ever tasted wine.”

“Then let’s drink together.” Ringo ruffles my dark hair and presses his nose against my scalp. He inhales deeply.

“C-can we…can we take Lea out of that room?”

Ringo’s hand guides my glass to my mouth while his lips softly touch my cheek. He must be sitting on his haunches right behind me, trapping me between him and his twin.

Prince blinks. “Why? She’s not invited to the party.”

I swallow away the flavour of raspberries. “Because she doesn’t want to be in there?”

Ringo sucks on my earlobe and hums.

“You have to let her out.”

This time, Prince brings the glass to my mouth. He watches me swallow, eyes on my throat before they lift to meet mine. His is similar to Ringo—Inky-black, with thick, long lashes and curvy eyebrows. “I don’t like her,” he says. “I don’t like the others either.”

“They’re gone now,” Ringo says against my ear, and he flicks his tongue against the side of my neck as he starts making his way down my throat.

“Did you kill them?” I rasp lowly.

“Would you like me to kill them?” Prince asks. He leans back and watches his twin unbuttoning my coat.

“No! They’re in my class. We came here as part of a research project.”

“We can help you with your project. You don’t need them for that.” Ringo pulls me out of my coat, and I let him. I don’t know why, but I do.

I don’t know anything anymore.

“What would you like to know?” Prince asks. I can’t help but stare at his lips. They are full and curvy, and I wonder what they taste like.

The thought makes me blush. “Who are you?”

Ringo chuckles as he rubs his hands over my shoulders and chest.

Prince lifts his thigh so it rubs against my hardening cock, and I look away, shocked and embarrassed by my physical reaction. “We can be whoever you want us to be, flower,” he murmurs.

Prince dips forward, a sinister smile on his lips. “I’d love to give him the full tour, show him his new home. What do you say?”

Ringo hums in approval. With Prince’s chest tightly pressed against mine, Ringo leans in from behind me. Their mouths linger, barely touching. I watch them with a pounding heart, cock now painfully hard.

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