Page 41 of Insane Obsession

“Hi, baby.” Pressing my chest against his back, I lean my chin on the top of his head, inviting him to sway his hips to the rhythm with me.

Finn turns to face me, his eyes shining behind his glasses. “Thank you,” he murmurs.

“For what?” I ask in his ear.

“For seeing me,” he whispers.

I barely hear the words, but I feel them. And perhaps we are not so different after all.Bran and I have always avoided other people. We had each other. Besides, coming from a family with status, money,andsecrets buried as deeply as ours made us selective.

I plant kisses on Finn’s temple while he drinks from my cocktail. Watching his lips sucking from that straw is enough to make my blood travel south. “Hmm..” I hum against his skin, and he shivers. “I want to see you fuck Bran again.”

He chokes on his drink and flushes. “You always do that.”

I just chuckle, reveling at his choice of words.

Always. As if we’ve known each other for eternity.

At the end of the party, we drag Finn out to the car. Anticipation is slowly building in my gut.

Finn is animated, and all smiles as he talks to Bran about the night. He yawns a few times, giving me small, bashfull glances as he does. Two minutes later, he’s fast asleep and tucked against my chest.

We continue the rest of the journey in a silence that’s only interrupted by the voices in my mind.

Blood.

Death.

Sex.

I want violence. I want fear. I want begging—sweet, sweet sobs.

My skin prickles with awareness when the car drives through the gates of the asylum.

There.

Jim pulls up to the asylum with the car’s bright lights on. Tree branches hang low like loose hands that swing in the wind as if welcoming us home.

There are footsteps in the snow. An unorganized pattern of feet that have left their imprint everywhere. They headed toward the house before breaking off and turning toward the forest. I’m still trying to figure out how many of them there are when Jim turns over his shoulder. “Do you wish for me to load the glock?”

“Yes,” Bran says. He looks my way. “How many of them are there?”

I look outside and stare into the inky-black darkness of the forest. “I’m not sure. I didn’t see his little group of friends at the party, but that doesn’t mean they’ve come here.”

Bran chuckles, and then his fingertips brush over my hand, running his hand up and over my jacket until it reaches for my collar. I shiver when his fingers connect to my throat. “I love it when you get all feral,” my brother murmurs.

I swallow, and his fingers trace how my Adam’s apple bobs. My dick fills, and I finally turn to meet his gaze.

His lips curl into a wicked grin. One I haven’t been able to resist since my teenage self got surprised by the torture of hormones.

How is it possible that my identical twin gets me all hard and bothered?

“Love it when you look at me like that.” Bran bites his lower lip, then swipes it with his tongue.

I groan and let him dig his nails into my neck and pull me closer. His lips, warm and full, hover over mine while our eyes search each other’s.

“What are you looking for?” He asks. His hot breath against my lips makes my cock throb.

“For chaos. For pain.”

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