Page 73 of Their Stolen Obsession
“Where did you—”
“Your parents found it,” Sin interrupted and handed Saint the chain.
“We want you to wear it again,” Saint added.
I yanked the necklace from Saint’s hand, surprising him with my catlike reflexes. It wouldn’t be the first time, and certainly not the last.
“Why?” I asked, unable to understand the importance. “What’s important about this damn thing?”
“Is the brat back?” Sin asked with a raised eyebrow.
I giggled. “I’m only fucking with ya.”
I unclasped the chain and put the rose pendant back around my neck, right where the necklace belonged. That treasured gift came from myphantoms—the men who had captivated my heart and revealed my destiny to be with them.
“Damn. I’m glad to have you back.” Sin sighed with a devilish grin and kissed the back of my hand. “Right where you’ve always belonged.”
Thirty-Eight
Her Predator
Saint
Christ. Liv was fucking beautiful. Her head propped up on a pillow as her legs intertwined with mine and her palm tucked up underneath the side of her face as she slept. Sunshine peeked in through the blinds and created a tiny halo in her shiny black hair. The blond highlights made the strands glow, and her skin was soft leaving me wanting to touch her, but I was afraid she’d wake up.
For the past week, she had wanted Sin and me to sleep next to her. We made her safe, secure, and provided a comfort for her we had never known before our little obsession.
Liv had two rules.
Number one. If we touched her, she might lash out like we had already experienced occasionally if she was having a flashback. Those experiences wereterrible. We never knew when she’d have one unless we knew she was being triggered.
Number two. No sexual contact. Not yet. Liv wasn’t ready and even though our dicks ached to be one inside of her, we could be patient. When the time came to rail her though, we couldn’t promise to be kind. Our obsession brought out untamable beasts who wanted to ravage her in every way possible, not lame ass missionary style that may make the bed creak once in a while.
Fuck. No. Sin and I were freaks in the sheets who loved to make our girl gag and screw doggy style. Among many other ungodly positions the heavens would frown upon, but we didn’t give a shit. Liv was ours to mend, bend, adore, and pleasure.
Goddamn, I loved shaping Liv into a pretzel. The way her body bent made me want to come in my pants. Just thinking about her flexible figure contorted the way we wanted her, made my cock hard, and I wanted to jerk off.
Shit. Liv stirred. Her beautiful eyes didn’t open, but she murmured in her sleep, and I loved the noises she made while she dreamed. I cherished how she touched me and didn’t flinch or turn away because her mind had taken her somewhere safe. She slept like a goddamn goddess on her throne with no nightmares, in our beds, which we switched every night,so her scent was in them for us to share when she was no longer there.
This was only fair after Sin claimed I was bitchy after she slept in his bed first and wrapped his blanket around her for the rest of the day. I wasn’t spiteful.Okay, maybe I was.But only because I had missed Liv so damn much, and I wanted to hold on to a piece of her. I didn’t want to onlyseeher. I needed tofeelher, tosmellher, andsenseher. The idea of not even being able totasteher beautiful pussy andplaywith her tongue drove me crazy. I was a fucking madman who was starved for our woman.
Be patient, Saint. Be respectable. Do what was right for Liv to heal.
“I think she’s waking up,” Sin mouthed at me from the other side of Liv and pointed down at her.
“No, shit,” I mouthed back.
Sin couldn’t see Liv’s gorgeous face. He missed the spectacular view this morning, and I got to cherish her features. I got to experience her nose wrinkling, her eyelashes fluttering before she opened her eyes and saw only me. The incredible stretch of her mouth into a wideOthat I couldn’t wait to stick my dick into and experience the slickness that awaited me.
Fuck.
I had a boner on top of the usual morning wood which was a goddamn problem for me. Especially when I’d have a pee. My aim better not be off this time, or I’d be painting the walls with piss and the maid would hate me.
“Morning, darling.” I grinned too cheerfully.
Liv blinked once, twice. She registered my face and smiled until she sensed herself touching me. She flinched. Loosened her leg and pulled away.
I hated it when she feared us. Her being afraid used to get me going, but that terror was our doing. Not some goddamn assholes.
