Page 28 of Insane Obsession

Pulling himself off Bran’s mouth, Finn mutters, “That’s not a reason to kill someone.”

“No?” I take the final steps and reach for Finn’s sweatpants. They easily drop to the floor. “I think it is. If someone creates a problem, we take care of it. Easy as that.”

Finn swallows thickly, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Bran licks the corners of his lips before invading his mouth once more. It’s a perfect, fucking picture.

“Let us spend money on you, baby. You’ll be handsome and happy for the party tonight. Warm and safe. And if there’s a problem, we’ll solve it for you.”

Finn doesn’t answer with words. Moans are the only sounds that escape his mouth. Moans that are smothered by my brother’s lips.

I push my fingers between their kisses and stroke their tongues. A jolt of desire explodes in my stomach. “Wet this for me, sweet boys.” They both take the time to lick and suck at my fingers before they continue ravaging each others’ mouths.

Finn’s ass is tight and hot when I dip a finger in. One quickly becomes two when I deftly scissor him open, purposefully pressing his pleasure button with each stroke.

Finn pulls back for breath, shivering and moaning as he holds on to Bran.

“I can’t believe you are killers,” he mutters. “I can’t believe youlivehere. Fernando and Castor. I like it.”

I kiss the back of his head as my fingers fuck his ass with easy, effective strokes, preparing him.

“I hope it’s not just our names you like,” Bran growls into Finn’s ear before claiming his mouth again.

Replacing my fingers with my cock, I work myself inside. “Fuck, you feel good,” I say through clenched teeth. I fuck Finn with short, hard thrusts. Their kissing is the sweetest fucking sound in the world.

I was right. It doesn’t take long for my climax to burst through me, and I fill his ass with a growl.

“Ours.” Bran rasps.

Ours ours ours.

Fuck yeah.

9

FINN

“The car’s here.” Ringo—or Bran—calls out, bringing me out of my revelry. I’m standing inside the room they dedicated to me, with photographs of me hanging on the wall.

I never knew I was being watched. Never knew that someone noticed me.

Bran peers inside the room. His dark stare softens. “There you are.”

“Yeah.” I hesitate, licking my lips. “Bran, how did you see me that first time?”

“Damn, flower, I love it when you call me by my name.” He takes a few steps inside the room. “What do you mean,how?” He points at a photo of me, sitting in a black fleece, a woolen hat, and a scarf wrapped around my neck. A drawing book and pencils in hand.

“I remember that day,” I murmur.

“That’s when we saw you. We came to visit the property for the first time and then found you. You were quite the surprise.”

I nod. “Yes. I just moved into my room.”

“Exactly. After that day, you came here often, drawing and just sitting on that stone. And we’d watch you. We became quitefond of you. And the rest is history.” He turns and gives me a seductive smile. “Now, let’s go. They’re waiting for us.”

“Who are they, exactly?” I ask, but of course, he doesn’t reply.

We leave the asylum through another set of stairs, and when we reach the snowy forest ground, I turn around, dazed. I would never have suspected this to be a way out. They must have extended the building somewhere last year, although I never noticed.

I guess it’s true: money buys everything.

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