Page 61 of Pucking Obsessed

“Fuck me,” I breathe, shakily.

A woman who appears to be in her forties with greasy, gray streaked hair and a too wide smile like she spends her workday telling people tohave a nice dayappears on the screen.

She’s dressed in a faded white wedding dress.

We all stare at the screen, frozen.

“I have a question for Jude D’Angelo.” RebelLover22 is softly spoken and looks directly into the camera with the same joy as if it really is her wedding day. “Will you marry me? You only have two possible answers: yes or yes.”

She laughs, high and manic.

“Turn it off,” D’Angelo snarls.

Eden snaps the laptop shut. He slides it onto the floor, hiding it away.

Yet he can’t hide the truth that there are a group of people out there who think that they have a right to own us.

I thought that nobody could take away my freedom again, even inside their heads.

I was wrong.

Silence.

D’Angelo is breathing hard. His arm tightens around me.

I stroke the back of his hand. “It’s okay, darlin’.”

“It is,” Robyn says, more firmly. “We don’t need a piece of paper to make things official between us. I definitely don’t need to wear a dress that makes me look like a crushed meringue. In our minds, hearts, and souls, we’re already married.”

She looks as possessive as D’Angelo is feeling in response to the video.

She holds up her hand, and the light catches on the rings that we gave her.

D’Angelo growls, yanking me by the hair with him further onto the bed toward Robyn. “Lie down.”

I hiss at the tug on my scalp. “Brute.”

I obediently lie down, however, where he shoves me next to Robyn.

I know that he’s trying to distract us from the video and anchor me in the way that works best.

It’s strange that being manhandled is the thing that makes me feel safe, when it’s D’Angelo who is doing it.

Then D’Angelo cups Robyn’s cheek. He kisses her, passionately.

Robyn moans, meeting him with equal eagerness. She grabs him by the back of the neck, drawing him into a deeper kiss.

My cheeks flush, as I watch them.

They’re hot together.

The perfect couple.

I’m fucking lucky to be allowed to fit together with them sometimes.

Robyn is still holding tightly to my brother’s hand.

When Robyn finally pulls back, she’s breathing hard. “Fuck, you’re the best kisser.”

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