Page 113 of Their Stolen Obsession
Sin
Liv moved out of the penthouse. She didn’t take anything we had bought for her and left us. Her departure was the most excruciating experience we had been through, but I had to let her go.
Saint?
Not so much. Saint couldn’t deal with the fact that our girl had left of her own free will after everything we had been through.Wehad gone through hell on earth to find her, killed many in the name of our love for her, and even added in a treat that was far too tempting for her to pass up.
Sebastian.
That goddamn prick had worked for the devil, slaving away in the depths of hell, and he had ruined everything. He had stolen—not once, but twice—the woman who held our bleedingheart in her palm and squeezed until there was nothing left. Only an empty vessel, waiting for her to pump life back into the organ and make them beat again.
We could never stop loving Liv, never. Even if she begged us to end our devotion to her, we couldn’t. She was our little obsession, the entire universe we had searched for, and we weren’t letting our affections fade away. We were destined to be with her, starved for her touch, and we wouldn’t give up.
Saint couldn’t stay in the penthouse with Liv’s fruity scent from her hair no longer lingering in hallways. He couldn’t stand not seeing her in the flesh every waking moment of the day or not hearing her call his name because she needed help opening a jar after we had closed the lid too tight.
Goddamn. Liv’s laughter. How I missed the enchanting sound and her gorgeous smile.
Fuck.
I ran a hand down my face and clenched the countertop while I stared at myself in the mirror. My dark eyes were full of hurt with dark bags underneath them from lack of sleep, and I looked like shit. I was heartbroken without Liv. That goddamn woman had ruined me for all of eternity, but there wasneveranyone else. No one couldeverreplace Liv Valencia because she had ruined my blackened soulthe moment I laid eyes on her. The exact instant my dark heart beat again.
I slapped some cold water on my face, but the temperature wasn’t anywhere near as chilled as I needed it to be. A groan of frustration vibrated up my throat as I took my shirt off over my head, and I turned on the bathtub tap. I’d take a bath to drown down some of my sorrow while Saint was out there.
Saint hadn’t been home since she left us and was dealing with his feelings the old-fashioned way. He stalked Liv every damn day, and he followed her among the shadows to ensure she was safe.
I, on the other hand, dealt with the pain in another way. Through hidden cameras I had installed the moment I knew she’d come home to her condo, in case she chose not to stay with us. I couldn’t take a chance of her going back to that scumbag’s place alone with no eyes on her. Saint thought the plan was brilliant, and we had the devices set up in Sebastian’s prison he had forced her to stay in.
Finally, Liv was free of that motherfucker for the rest of her life. She had slit his throat, and I was in awe of her. He’d never hurt her, belittle her, or threaten her life again, but she couldn’t deal with the inner beast we had always known was inside of her. The savage that waited to claw its way to the surface within the darkness and was eager to kill.She wasn’t ready to admit her affections for the men who had awakened that monster in her, but we could. We’d accept all of her. The bad, dark, and ugly truth that Liv was one of us, and she needed to figure out that there wasn’t an error in the brutal nature of her ways. She was beautiful and perfect, right down to her flaws. She was our fucking fate, and we were hers.
I took out my cell phone because I needed to see Liv terribly, and my hands shook as I uploaded the camera feed.Please let her be home. I had to see her.Not an image of where she was through that damn necklace around her neck. I couldn’t take another second without viewing her beautiful face because I was a drunk fool, completely and utterly in love with her.
Ah, yes, there was movement.
Liv was in that dumbass fortress when her home was here with us. Fuck.
I took a swig of my whiskey, and the smooth liquor was close to being bitter, but my throat was numb since I had been drinking for hours. Booze couldn’t cure my desire to be with the woman I loved, but at least the alcohol could desensitize me.
Oh, fuck.Who was I kidding?I still felt every goddamn emotion known to man, and this shit wasn’t doing anything.
I threw the glass into the trash can where it shattered and some sharp shards littered the bathroom floor. The bubbles in the water grew out of control and I discarded all my damn clothes. I plunged into the tub, water splashed over the edge and onto the tiled floor. The temperature was cool and the way I needed it to chill the angry heat inside of me. The madness stirring to a boiling point because Liv wasn’t here.
“Fucking bullshit,” I grumbled as I took the back scrubber and scratched in between my shoulder blades.
I tried damn hard to pretend the sensation was Liv as she dug her beautifully manicured nails into my skin, but I could see her in bed. The sheets moved as she stirred, and I watched her bite her goddamn lip. The enticing sight made me want to dig my teeth into her, mark her, and claim her as mine. I could see the outline of her body underneath the thin sheet, and I knew she was naked because her perky nipples peaked. I wanted to knead the little pebbles between my fingers and pinch until she screamed. My pearly white teeth would graze them until she made a seductive sound.
“Oh, yes…” Liv moaned.
Hold up.
What the fuck?
Was my girl diddling her cookie?
Without us?
I heard another moan I could recognize with my fucking eyes closed.
Oh, yes. Liv was.
