Page 47 of Insane Obsession

“No, but she allowed it,” I mutter.And those are even more dangerous.I don’t say the words out loud. This is still Finn’s process, and though I can’t grasp what he feels, I want him to be in control.

Finn chooses the sound of footsteps.

Lea screams. As she runs out of the house, the front door shuts with unnatural speed and locks the two remaining guys in.

“There she goes,” Castor sings, and swings his legs back onto the floor.

“Two down, two to go,” we both get up.

Finn’s eyes widen with worry. “Where are you going?”

“We're going to speed this up a little, flower,” I lean in and brush our mouths together. “Because I’m going to need your cock inside my ass. Soon.”

Finn’s cheeks heat. “Oh, okay.”

“Exactly, okay.” Castor chuckles. “Be a good boy and keep pressing those options when you want to play. It’s a team effort, after all. We’ll be right back.”

14

FINN

They look like two sexy, blond gods.

Strong. Self-assured. Sinful.

And I still wonder what I have done to deserve them.

I know I shouldn’t think like that, but it’s a feeling that involuntarily creeps up whenever I look at them. They are my saviours who literally came to me during a dark night.

They want me.

They’re out there to protect me against my tormentors. It’s something no one has ever done for me before.

I still can’t believe what just happened. The four of them coming back tonight, spraying the walls, breaking through the door. And then…what? Hurt me?Killme?

Group dynamics are an interesting thing. Lea was nice enough during the party, but to find her here now with the others is unbelievable. My eyes are glued to the screen, darting from left to right to make sure I don’t miss a thing.

Castor and Bran come into view. They’re both wearing hoodies and scarves that are pulled up to cover their noses since it has started snowing again. They take the path that leads to the old director’s house, then halt. Right under the faint light of avintage street lamp. I’m on the edge of my seat when they pull down their scarves and start kissing.

My stomach flips as I watch their lips mold togather. Fuck… to see them together like that, two identical square jaws and full lips battling for dominance.

My beautiful psychos.

Castor wraps a gloved hand around Bran’s throat and sweeps his tongue up his cheek, turning his face to glare right into the camera.

“Holy shit,” I murmur. My hand has found its way inside my lacy underwear. I’m hard again, despite Bran’s blowjob. I can’t get enough of them.

Bran swipes his glove against Castor’s face and directs him back to his mouth. They finish the kiss with a forceful peck, then pull up their scarves as if nothing happened.

Knowing they’ll leave me panting on the couch.

My gaze shifts to the other screen. My chest constricts at the sight of David and Levi scavenging through the place. Perhaps I should be surprised that the twins have emptied my room. But the feeling doesn’t compare to the level of detail they have given the place in my absence.

There is furniture there.

Things that weren’t there before.

Did they…place it there? “Just to fuck with them,” I murmur. A chuckle bubbles up in my chest. Yes. “Just to fuck with them.”

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