Page 86 of Their Stolen Obsession
Saint added, “Tell me just how damn good you’ve been, darling.”
I whispered hoarsely, “I’ve been so damn good I’ve almost been bad.”
“We can help with that.” Sin groaned as he pinched my nipples and released them.
I whimpered, “Yes, please, don’t stop.”
As turned on as I was, I couldn’t believe Sin and Saint had pulled this plan off. They knocked a guy out, snuck in, pretended to be someone else, and played their dirty tricks as usual. Always up to a wicked fucking stunt, the never-ending games of their predatory ways, and I was the only one they were after. I was happy they had watched me masturbate because now they knew how much I wanted them to. Their cum all over me was a clear sign I had proven my point.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Sin cursed. Saint stopped mid stroke, glanced at the door and back to me. A wide grin spread across his lips, and he grinned down at me. The bastard kept jerkingon his cock. Jesus, he was crazy, but I loved his dirty ideas.
“Leo?” a female voice called. “Is everything okay in there?”
Sin cleared his throat and lowered his tone. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?” Her concern was evident. “Because the session ended a half an hour ago. Your next client is waiting.”
This time Saint cursed. He stopped stroking his dick and tucked it away in his sweatpants. Sin gave my nipples one last flick while his enjoyment of my reaction was all over his face, and he, too, put his cock away.
Sin leaned over me, his face upside down. “This ain’t over.” His mouth was mere inches from mine.
The need to kiss Sin was strong, but I resisted. I shouldn’t. I wasn’t sure of anything, and there wasn’t the time for a make-out session. Unless we wanted our asses hauled off in the back of a police car.
“Leo?”
Persistent bitch.
“Everything is fine. I’ll pay him extra for his time,” I answered with a wicked smirk. “He did a marvelous job, and I’ll be back. Four hands arebetter than two.”
“Excuse me?” she questioned, puzzled.
“Nothing!” I got up from the table while giggles escaped me. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Nice one,” Sin whispered as he grabbed the towel and whipped me with it.
I yanked the towel from his grasp. “I only learn from the best.”
Sin smirked and shook his head.
Saint playfully smacked my ass. “Get dressed.”
I squealed.
Immediately, my hand flew up to my mouth, but I couldn’t contain the sound. Sin went to the door, pressed an ear up against it while Saint cut the music. Heels clicked down the hallway and this was our chance, but I stood there admiring how damn gorgeous Sin was with strands of black hair falling into his face. Saint with his striking blue eyes locked back into action, and all I wanted to do was stare at them, but I couldn’t. I had to get dressed, and we had to get the hell out of here before someone discovered what my men had done.
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Once the coast was clear, Liv walked ahead of us, and I loved the view. Her ass swayed back and forth in her tight black dress. The vision made me want to tackle her and take her right there, but I had to contain myself. Especially since we knew she wasn’t wearing any fucking panties.
I had got my hands on her skimpy underwear, and I hid them. After I sniffed them, of course. I had missed the scent of her pretty pussy. This brutal break from her cunt made my mouth water. I could almost taste her, hear her whimper, and I wanted her sweetness wrapped around my eager tongue. Soon I’d have what I’ve starved for—Liv’s pretty pink world willingly spread wide for me and her goddamn beautiful eyes begging me to fuckher with my face.
“Hey! You’re not supposed to be back here!” someone called out, breaking me out of my fucking fantasy.
“Go, go, go!” Sin exclaimed.
