Page 59 of Pucking Obsessed

I scowl at D’Angelo, but my cock twitches.

Damn.

The cock doesn’t lie. It’s excited by the idea of dressing up in Robyn’s panties.

D’Angelo looks smug.

“It’s pretty,” Eden says, glancing at the thong. “My brother should be reminded of his place.”

Traitor.

“Too late, I’m wearing it.” Robyn slams the drawer shut.

D’Angelo tries to pull it open again, but Robyn slams it shut a second time.

Then she snatches the thong and holds it to her chest.

Disappointed, I sit up. “Hold up, you want to wear a thong, while boating with your family?”

“Yep…?” Robyn replies.

D’Angelo leans against the chest of drawers. “What are you hiding, principessa?”

“Nothing.” Robyn makes a show of pulling off her granny panties, which she usually wears during a period, and dragson the thong underneath her t-shirt instead. She grimaces. “I haven’t worn this before. Now I know why. Neve bought it for me as a comedy Christmas gift. Stop looking like I stole a treat from you, Shay. There’s no way that yourboyswould have fit in this.”

I glow.She thinks I have big balls.

“Don’t worry, cucciolo.” D’Angelo’s smile is sinful. “I’ll order some specialist male panties for you. How about a corset? Suspenders?”

I flush. “You own me. Dress me up however you like, darlin’.”

I mean that.

D’Angelo’s pupils dilate.

He starts to do up his tie smoothly. “Right answer.”

Robyn hurries back to the bed, squirming to sit next to Eden like he’s some kind of protection.

To my shock, Eden suddenly swings the computer around to face the rest of us. “No one else owns us.”

His voice is threaded with anguish.

Instantly, I sit up.

I edge toward Eden. “Never again, Dee. What’s wrong?”

Eden looks down, struggling to work out the right words. “I’ve been monitoring the fan club. I didn’t know whether to tell you what’s been going on. I want to shield you but…”

Anxiety surges through me.

D’Angelo straightens, and his expression instantly becomes serious. “Tell me.”

“There’s a group who call themselves The Misfits. They’re superfans.”

Eden brings up a website that I haven’t seen before. It’s plastered with official and unofficial photographs of the team. What’s disturbing, however, are the posts and messages streaming across it.

They’re intense.

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