Page 19 of Insane Obsession

I moan, desperate for release. “How did you know I’d be here?”

“We have our ways.” Ringo’s eyes flicker when he watches his twin. His hand brushes through Prince’s blond hair. “Just like I say, flower, this is your party.”

I take a moment trying to absorb those words, my mind fogging as arousal increases, making my balls draw up and my stomach heavy. I let out a filthy moan.

Ringo grabs my jaw and squeezes it tight, forcing me to turn and look back at the screen, where Levi is now viciously trying to free himself. “Do you want to come, flower?”

I nod, hips flexing as I seek more friction.

“Then play my little game. Levi? What do we do with him?”

What to do with him?

“Release him,” I choke.

“He gets to go?” Ringo squeezes tighter, sending a sharp pain through my cheeks.

“Yes,” I wheeze, gasping and spluttering as pain and pleasure meet. “Yes. Oh god, yes.” They send me straight through to the stars, and I erupt with a loud moan that lingers in the silence that follows. My entire body trembles long after the orgasm that drains more out of me than just come.

I feel free in a way I have never felt before.

Iwake up to soft chuckles. Blinking my eyes, I try to understand where I am.

In a bed with sheets reaching up to my chin. Fingers brush soothingly over my naked hip, and my head lays on a firm, warm body.

Light flickers behind my closed eyelids, and I don’t need to check to know it’s the Christmas tree. The smell of cookies lingers, and a Christmas song plays in the background.

“People don’t want the good guy to die,” a female voice on speaker echoes through the room.

“Why not?” Prince asks.

“Because they love their hero. And heroes don’t die.”

“Wait a minute,” Ringo says. “So you’re saying that the good guy, as you call him, gets to lose the competition and his girlfriend, then goes on holiday to—and I quote—findhimself, then comes back, tries to steal back the girlfriend from another guy, and can’t be killed for it because we love him so much?” He snorts. “And you are claiming people love that?”

The speaker lets out a tired sigh. “This is exactly the reason why the company doesn’t let you decide. Regardless of the millions of dollars you throw into their projects. Success, that’s what you invest in. In the return on investment. That’s exactly what they’ll give you.”

Sheets rustle, and a cheek presses against mine.

“Put on the sound of the cam, brother,” Prince murmurs. He chuckles against my skin when the room fills with cries from Lea. It makes my chest tighten.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it,” says the voice, sounding undisturbed by the noise. “When are you guys back?”

“We’re a little delayed,” Ringo says. “But we’ll bring back a valuable package.”

I can’t help but tense at those words.

“Well, you boys have Jim over there. Let me know if you need me to bring the van as well,” the voice says.

“Thank you, Jean.”

“Take care in that madhouse.”

They break the connection, and the twins continue in soft murmurs, leaving me wondering what to do now.

I should run for my life. Period. But where do I run to? To my room, situated in a house they own? To my grandma’s trailer?

Yet I can’t help but feel completely enthralled by their presence.

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