Page 102 of Distorted Obsession

“So, are we going to address the elephant in the room?” she asks once our laughter dies out and we step out into the cool autumn night.

My cheeks heat at the reminder of the look on Jade’s face when she walked into the room and found me bound, gagged, and covered in Cooper’s cum.

Quirking a brow, I unlink our arms and reply, “Not a chance in hell.” Because there’s no way I’m sharing that I’m currently at the beck and call of my dead best friend’s twin brothers.

“Not even who he, she, or they were?”

Before I can offer another emphatic “no,” I’m yanked by my hair so hard I begin to fall.

“Eva.” I hear someone yell as they catch me in their arms before I tumble to the ground.

Righting myself, I turn to meet Mason’s soft brown eyes. “Are you alright?” he probes, and I barely nod before his attentionlands on Candace and the future Quantico reject trio, Chad, Thad, and Brad. “What the fuck is wrong with y’all?”

It’s the second time I’ve caught a hint of a Southern drawl. It’s warm and smooth like warm spiked cider on a cold and snowy winter’s day. If this were any other time, I might’ve melted on the spot and saved it for my spank bank.

“Oh, let me guess. You’re fucking her too,” Candace snarks, a smarmy smirk plastered over her overly done up face. “How many dicks can you take in that greedy, diseased-riddled cunt?”

I don’t even realize I’ve moved until I feel the sting against my palm, and a blooming red handprint appears on her cheek.

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Yes, my gurl.”

“’Bout damn time.”

I hear Jade’s raucous cheer echoing behind me.

“You fucking slapped me,” Candace shrieks with a murderous glint in her eyes.

Glaring back, I snap, “And I’ll do it again, if you try me.”

Candace shrieks, nostrils flaring, and dives at me. “I’m going to fucking kill you—you fucking murderous depressed skank.”

“You’re gonna kill her, Evie. Let her go,” I hear someone say before long, muscular arms wrap around me, burrowing me into a very well-defined chest.

Shit.I must’ve blacked out.

Gasps and whispers make me peek around Mason to see a small crowd watching in both parts, excitement and shock at Candace’s prone body.

I may have slapped the bitch a bit harder than I thought I did because she’s out cold. That doesn’t stop a grin from forming, though.

Stupid bitch.

After weeks of their bullshit, I snapped. I’m depressed, not incapable. Part of me wants to kick her and stomp on her head for all of the bullshit her and her friends have put me through.

“You can put me down now, Mase,” I mumble, peering up at the God of a man holding me.

He tilts his head, a rueful smile that shows off his perfect teeth beams at me. “You sure there, killa?”

Jade snickers, and I pinch her as I fix my clothes. “Promise,” I retort sheepishly.

Thad steps towards me, looking as if he’s about to grab me, when Mason steps in front of me. “You’re not gonna wanna do that, my boy. You won’t find that you like what’ll happen to you if you take another step.”

Panties incinerated.

Thad’s steps stutter to a stop before course-correcting, moving to get to Candace instead.

“You’re lucky you got your bodyguard with you,” Chad snarls. “Next time you won’t be so lucky.”

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