Page 80 of Their Stolen Obsession
“Ouch.Okay. I deserved that.” I winced in pain and saw some goddamn black dots.
“Don’t youeverdeclare yourself Liv’s husband without including me again,” Sin warned as his teeth clenched, and he stared me straight in the eyes. “She’s ours.Together.Never apart. We will be her husbands soon.”
“Okay. Okay.” I breathed hard and held his hands until his death grip loosened on my shirt. “Liv Sullivan Cruz. I like the sound of that.”
“No. LivCruzSullivan,” Sin argued.
I nodded my head. “Okay. I owe you that.”
“Damn right you do after the stunt you pulled out of your ass,” Sin grumbled as he released me and fixed my shirt. “The biggest mistake of your fucking life.”
“I’m sorry, man.” I held out a hand to Sin. “No hard feelings?”
Sin received the gesture. “No, sweat.”
Shit. Sin had me sweating like a damn pig.
I joked to lighten the mood. “For the record, I could’ve taken you.”
Sin chuckled, “Not beforeI fucked you up.”
Point taken. We’d be even. There’d be a tiebreaker to settle the match between two lovesick motherfuckers obsessed with the same girl.
I stared at Sin. “Ready?”
“Ready,” Sin answered with a mischievous grin. “Let’s go please our girl.”
Forty-One
Their Universe
Liv
The woman who brought me into room 106 informed me to get comfortable. Undress, wrap a towel around me and sit in the massage chair to warm up my muscles. The massage therapist would be in shortly.
At first, I wanted to bolt out of the room and not turn back. I was anxious at the thought of a stranger touching me and had to remind myself that this was a professional I could trust. I had to believe that not everyone was out to hurt me like my rapist had. The horrific trauma I had to move on from because I wasn’t being held captive. I was here of my own free will.
I could do fucking this.
I followed the instructions and sat in the chair, completely naked under a towel. Vulnerable, uncertainand nervous until the machine moved against my backside. Heat radiated from the motors moving against my spine and rotated one way and back the other. The soothing motion relaxed me, and the entire chair vibrated.
I noticed a blindfold on the table beside me. Kinky, but probably helped with the process. I had promised myself to fully immerse myself in this experience because I wanted to get better and this was my chance to heal.
I put the blindfold over my eyes and I couldn’t see a damn thing. My world was black. Darkness set in and the light took a back seat. With the massage reducing my anxiety, I gave into my tense muscles being kneaded and awaited the next step.
Damn. This felt good. If these wonderful sensations continued, a second appointment would be necessary.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and the tapping disrupted my tranquility. The chair continued to hum and the robotic arms dug in deep, loosening a knot in my lower back. The machine made me moan at its amazing efforts.
God. I wanted more.
“I’m ready.” I announced, my voice shook with the vibrations.
The door opened, and I heard footsteps come into my room. A slight click of the door behind the person. I vaguely remembered the massage therapist’s name.
Was it Lenny? Liam?No wait.Leo.
“Leo is it?” I questioned, raising a hand in a wave. “Hi, I’m Liv.”
