Page 14 of Insane Obsession

“Do you—are you together?” I blurt out.

Prince’s pupil-blown eyes jump to mine. He gives me a lazy smile when Ringo starts licking the corners of his lips.

“Do you live here?” I croak.

Ringo gives Prince a final peck, then pulls back. He pushes my groin back against Prince’s thigh, harder this time, stifling a groan.

“Sometimes.” Prince smiles as he looks down at where our bodies connect. “And sometimes we don’t.”

“Tonight’s a special night, so we wanted to be here for the party.” Behind me, Ringo stands and grabs my coat and camera. “Yourparty.”

5

PRINCE

Finn Anderson is a living, wet dream. He’s handsome, with his dark hair and large, gray eyes. Inexperience screams from him, although I haven’t quite figured out in what exactly. Guys? Or friends in general? Judging by the assholes he came with tonight, I’d definitely say the latter. But from the way he responds to intimacy, I might even dare say that we have found ourselves a virgin flower. Who’s about to bloom in the proper garden.

“Technically, we are your landlords,” I tell Finn as we walk through the corridor. He’s still using that ridiculous light.

“Landlords?” Finn sounds surprised.

There’s electricity everywhere, but where’s the fun in showing him B’s crazy Christmas decorations yet? Or should I say Ringo? Damn, Bran always comes up with the stupidest of nicknames. We have been renovating the place, taking our time. Lately, we have been a little distracted, and the reason is walking ahead of me with stiff shoulders.

B winks at me, undoubtedly thinking the same thing.

When can we play with our flower?

I hum in amusement. “Yes. With you living inside the old director’s house.”

He stills. “I rent a room there. How…how did you know?” His voice is tight.

“We know everything about you.” I smile, but he doesn’t return the gesture. He looks troubled.

“Why?” He asks.

“Why,why?” My brother sings. “Because you intrigue us.”

We make our way back through the corridor. Finn mindlessly kicked open most of the doors when he made his way to our living space earlier, looking deliciously panicked.

“Since you opened the doors but didn’t dare look inside…” I spread my hands. “Where would you like to start?”

“By telling me why I intrigue you!” Finn yells. He’s panting now.

I turn to B, annoyed. “You’re scaring our flower.”

He narrows his gaze. “Am I?”

“You both do!” Finn exclaims. “What are you, psychopaths?”

“That has never been clinically proven,” my brother clips. I chuckle.

“Oh my God,” Finn whispers. “You are. Are you going to kill me?”

I frown. “Why would we kill you? You’re ours. But you have questions, so we want to show you some answers. Then we’re going to celebrate. I thought that’s what we agreed on?”

“Wedidn’t agree on anything. You have Lea locked in the isolation room, and—” Finn rubs a hand over his face. “What did you do with the others? Are they still alive?”

I snort. “Of course they’re still alive.”

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