Page 30 of Insane Obsession

“What about this?” Bran pulls out a gray, chiffon crop top and slim, black pants.

“Uhm, I’m not sure,” I mutter. “I usually wear casual clothes.” I point at the hoodie and sweats I’m wearing.

“Like this.” Castor shows me a shiny pair of track pants and a priceless woolen jumper.

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. “Something like that, yeah.”

“Okay, let us do our magic while you fill yourself a glass. You’ll see that this is a lot of fun.”

The fitting room piles up as we drink champagne.

We try on our suits for the party. They are a perfect fit, but holy shit, I can’t help but notice the price.

“This is a ten thousand dollar suit. I’m not taking this.”

“We’ve already had this discussion,” Castor clips. “Now, be a good boy and show us all the clothes we’ve picked for you. I’ll go and find some sexy as fuck lace for you to wear.”

I head back into the fitting room. It’s no use to argue. When I make my way out, wearing the crop top and pants Bran selected,the twins share a leather couch, feet perched on the table, and a glass of champagne in hand.

Waiting for me.

“Fuck, sweetheart, look at yourself.” Bran jumps up and meets me halfway. He directs me toward the mirror. “You look fucking delicious.” He leans in and brushes his lips over my cheek.

The clothes look great on me. “But what if—” Our eyes meet through the mirror. I clear my throat.

He quirks an eyebrow. “What if…what?”

“What if I’m not who you thought I’d be?” My eyes flick to meet Bran’s. “You are—” I lick my lips as my skin grows hot. “Handsome. Rich. Powerful.”

“Please continue, flower,” Castor calls out, smirking when he takes a slow drink. “My ego enjoys it.”

Bran pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t see the problem, flower. You have no money, and we drown in it. You are ours, and we want to look good tonight. Why the sad face?” He gives me a slow once-over. “You should be happy. You look amazing. You feel amazing, too, right? We’re fucking you good, right?”

I blush and try to push him away from me, but he won’t budge.

“You are fucking perfect. Sexy, sweet.” He sniffs my hair as if he’s a dog.

“Stop it,” I chuckle. “That’s weird.”

Grabbing me tighter, he parts his lips, taking some of my hair in his mouth as I giggle.

“You even smell like ours.” He maunders with his mouth full, smiling.

When he lets go, I turn away, pretending to ignore his words as I quickly make my way back to the fitting room. But secretly, I love it. I have always wanted to belong to someone.

I change into the shiny pants Castor chose and pull the woolen sweater over my head. This time, when I leave the stall, I throw another cautious glance at my reflection.

“You look fucking edible.” Castor spreads his thighs. His charcoal eyes are zoomed in on me as he crooks his finger. “Come here and give me a taste.”

I chuckle nervously while my dick fills in anticipation. The moment I’m in his reach, his hands are all over my ass, squeezing as he nuzzles my crotch. He inhales deeply, humming against my erection.

“I want you to fuck me, flower,” Bran rasps in my ear. He’s shifted behind me, his chest pressing against my back. His hands slide over my stomach, up to my chest.

I shiver. “I’ve never fucked someone.”

“I know. Castor will prep me, then all you have to do is sit down and sip your champagne while I ride you.”

“Oh, well—” My cheeks burn at the thought.

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