Page 25 of Insane Obsession

After graduation, B and I moved into our family’s business empire. Born from the mining industry back in the 1800s, the DeSantos have multiple businesses. We formed DSInvestments two years ago. Entertainment is our field. And now we own the asylum, which was a gift from Dad after his mom’s family purchased it nearly seventy years ago.

Because Dad was the baby Finn is curious about. Constantino DeSantos. You’ll find plenty of information on his business achievements and net worth if you Google him. You won’t find anything about him being born in an asylum.

Money can make you wipe away the truth.

I run all around town, passing coffee shops and stores. The Christmas market—closed at this hour—looks sad, with glitter shining in the darkness and the shops locked up.

I make my way back to the forest. I pass by the old directors’ house and keep my distance. Don’t want the beeping alarms to alert my two lovers.

I hope B has made some breakfast. Nothing beats my brother’s cooking.

As I get closer to the asylum, the snow begins to fall again.

Heading down the stairs, I’m welcomed by the scent of smoked bacon mixed with toast. Fuck me, I’m in luck today.

“Hmm.” Walking inside, I tug off my shirt and throw it at B, who’s busy with pots and pans. I press him against my chest, but he twists around, scrunching up his nose.

“You stink.”

“That’s never been a problem before.” I pluck my shirt off the ground and peck him on the lips. “Where’s our sleeping beauty?”

“Shower.”

“Isn’t that a coincidence? It was just where I was heading.” Snatching a piece of buttered toast, I make my way out of the kitchen.

When I make my way inside, Finn is standing under the steaming spray. I lean against the door frame and watch his silhouette, enjoying the moment. He is softly humming to himself.

The room fills with citrus and lemongrass, making my mouth water.

My two villainous boys.

Swallowing down the toast, I shrug off the rest of my clothes and enter the walk-in shower. Steam has covered the windows, and my eyes hungrily take in every single inch of slick skin. Finn is looking down, letting the hot streams cascade down his back.

“Good morning, flower.”

He startles at my words and turns around with large eyes. Water drips down his fringe of hair, and I brush it to the side, exposing his gorgeous face and wet, full lips.

“Where were you?” He asks, looking away.

“Why, did you miss me?”

He snorts but blushes.

So sweet.

“I’ve been thinking of your Christmas party,” I continue, leaning over his shoulder to grab the bottle of shower gel. Sandalwood fills our space, intermingling smoothly with citrus and lemongrass. “Since the dress code is business casual, we’ll get some matching suits.”

Finn’s shoulders tighten, and he slowly drags his gaze up to face me. I fucking love the way he needs to tilt up his chin to do so. “Matching suits?”

“Yes?” I bat my lashes. “Moss green to match the Christmas vibe.”

“We’re not—” Finn clears his throat. “I mean, you’re not coming with me to the party, are you?”

“Is that really a question?”

“Uhm…yes?”

“Okay. Let me show you my answer, flower.” I push him down to his knees. His innocence is making me horny as fuck. Finn willingly goes down until he’s facing my cock. Leaning in, he kisses the tip and looks up through his wet lashes.

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