Page 114 of Their Stolen Obsession
I glanced around for the soap and saw my trusty lucky rubber ducky staring back at me.
“Don’t judge me. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” I grumbled.
Shit! I forgot the damn soap.
I needed the suds to stroke my dick.
Without another goddamn moment to waste, I got out of the tub. Bubbles clung to my skin while I grabbed the damn rubber ducky for good luck, and I hoped I made it back in time to get off with my girl. I hung a towel loosely around my hips as my bare feet slipped on the wet floor and the duck squeaked. I gripped the counter to catch myself from falling.
Shit. Close call. I could’ve cracked my goddamn skull.
I headed toward the closet with beads of wetness dripping off me. Each footstep was slippery because I didn’t bother to dry off properly because of my damn hard on and wanting to enjoy Liv’s will to give into her need.
Fuck. Liv sighed with pleasure again, the sound like music to my fucking ears as I made it to a small flight of stairs. I went down one step.
Goddamn, sweetheart, you sound so good.
I pinched my fingers to zoom in closer for a better view and Liv’s hands were under the bed sheet. Her mouth had tiny beads of perspiration gathered on her upper lip as she whimpered in ecstasy and I made out Saint’s name escaping her pretty mouth. I took another step down and didn’t hang onto the railing.
Jesus, Liv, you’re playing with your skittle so damn well.
I wished I could touch Liv, praise her, and feel her body right next to mine in that fucking bed. I wanted to kiss her slick skin, move my lips down her neck, and caress each square inch of flesh. Press my rock-hard dick up against her bare thigh while her leg moved and the friction would drive me goddamn bananas. Instead, my cock made a tent under the towel.
“Sin!” Liv cried out.
I missed a step.
Right down onto my ass I went, listening to Liv come with my name on her lips.Shit!Fuck.
I fell down a goddamn flight of stairs enjoying the sweet sound of Liv moaning my name while Iwatched her on a hidden camera. This would hurt the next day, but right now I needed the soap because my girl wasn’t finished.
I was already at the fucking closet, thanks to my slippery feet, and I grabbed a bar of suds. I ignored the pain and darted up the stairs, but this time, I gripped the railing. My tailbone ached, but nothing could ruin my aroused cock. Not even the squeak coming out of my goddamn ducky.
I hurried back to the tub and splashed right in, but I was careful not to get my precious device wet. Bubbles flew, water made waves, and I lathered the soap right up with one hand. Excitement coursed through me like a horned-up teenaged boy about to jerk off to a Playboy magazine.
Vigorously, I stroked my massive shaft and watched Liv as she whimpered at the pleasure consuming her. Precum shot out of the tip of my dick and plummeted into the water like a goddamn leak I couldn’t stop. Her hips rocked while I thrusted over and over again.
Out of nowhere, Liv cried out my name once more and sent me straight into oblivion. The water splashed around me as my savage groan of release echoed in the bathroom, and I couldn’t contain anything because of her. She climaxed and my cummixed in the bath water when I wanted it to be all over her.
So much for a bath to fucking cool my jets.
I stood up in the tub, and half of the water bath was on the floor.
Shit. I made a damn mess. I’d pay the maids overtime. All the money in the world was worth seeing that our girl still wanted us, even when we were apart.
Fifty-Nine
Their Universe
Liv
There was a battle inside of me that I had no control over and no way of escaping. I was being pulled in two opposite directions. One route was to run straight back to my phantoms, and the other pointed for me to stray. To remain on the course I had chosen because life with Sin and Saint had changed me into someone I didn’t know. Someone I wanted to understand, but I was afraid of being, considering I’d be as menacing and destructive as them. I hated myself for wanting to be with them after everything they had put me through, but not all things, since Sebastian had been the reason for much of my suffering.
The love I had for these overbearing men confused me and made me doubt the feelings I had, but I didn’t want to confess my affectionwithout being one hundred percent honest. Otherwise, I’d be dishonest and only hurt us all. Sin and Saint deserved the truth, and I owed it to myself, too. We were worthy of happiness, in whatever fucked up way that might be.
My phantoms had saved me and got me out of the most traumatic time of my life. Those men were my heroes from the shadows, and I owed them all of my body and every broken piece of my soul. They were there to help me mend all that the Pitrones had shattered, but I still fought them.
My father had gotten into my head and made me second guess my choice to live within their dangerous world and let them pull me in further until there was no chance of return. My phantoms were suffocating me, clouding every thought, all judgment, and everything was too much. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore, and I couldn’t stay because not knowing without a single doubt hurt too damn much.
