Page 129 of Their Stolen Obsession
I darted to my left, off the path, as I hopped over some overgrowth covering the ground. I realized quickly the mistake I had made, but I had to flee somewhere because the trail was no longer safe. Maybe the sound was an animal or a light breeze rustling in the tree, but I couldn’t take a chance. I had two hot-headed hunters on my ass.
Unexpectedly, a root sticking up out of the soil caught my foot, and I fell into the brush. My hands went straight into the dirt and pin needles tickled my face. The fallen foliage was in my messy hair, but I shot back up because this wasn’t a fucking beauty pageant. This was a chase. A hunt to catch me.
After the tumble, pain coursed through me, and I had scratches on my knees. I ignored the agony and dashed for the thicker greenery because I was too exposed where I was. While I sprinted, I remembered Sin and Saint in their disguises, those masks that haunted me to this day after we shared an unforgettable memory. The time where my phantoms had broken into the condo and wanted to kill Sebastian. Instead, I distracted them, and they had their way with me. The recollection made my tummy ache as a coil sprang back tightly and excited me.
I couldn’t hear the rumble of the motorcycle engines since the sound of them had long faded away. This meant I was deep in the woods, and I had covered a lot of ground. I couldn’t have this chase end like it did the last time they hunted me through the park, but the thrill of them pursuing me felt the same.
A desirable urge shot down my body and fed me to keep moving on. I couldn’t let these menacing men catch me. I had to win the hunt while proving my love for them in the most fucked-up way possible, but thissearch wasn’t wrong. The hot pursuit of predators after me made my body, mind, and soul experience life. Plus, I was almost nude, and the stimulation of the cool air mixing with my sweat made me tingle all over.
Suddenly, I hit a cliff’s edge as my feet scurried backward to stop me from falling, and my ass hit the dirt. A dust cloud formed as rocks fell over the side and into the water below. Christ! That was close.
I peered over to the right, and there was a waterfall. My thoughts consumed me, and I didn’t hear the water crashing into the lake, but the sound was loud enough to drown out any noise I made. This was the perfect hiding place.
A huge tree trunk was near the side of the cliff, far enough away from the edge and directly near the pressure of the river leading toward the falls. My backside hit the bark as I collapsed to the ground and kept low. Hidden.
The view was beautiful.
A cool mist that had risen from the water crashing down into the lake sprinkled my face. The moonlight twinkled in the haze, creating a never-ending, mesmerizing glow in the nighttime, and I crawled to peek behind me in the direction I had come. There was a dense fog, but no predators searched for their prey. The coast was clear.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I got back behind the trunk and stood up to stretch my legs. No one would find me. The noise surrounding me made an excellent diversion, a barrier of protection, and I was safe in my bubble.
I could relax.
“Boo,” Sin said.
I screamed.
Saint pinned his body flush up against mine, and the skin of my backside dug into the tree bark.
“You made that too goddamn easy, Liv,” Saint gushed with excitement.
Sin grinned. “It’s almost like youwantedus to catch you.”
“I did not!” I shouted at him.
Sin licked up the side of my face. “Did too.”
Saint ran his wet tongue up my face, too.
I wrinkled my face and turned my head away. “Ew, gross, you’re getting spit all over me.”
“That won’t be the only fluid you’re going to be covered in tonight, sweetheart,” Sin hissed against my ear. “The fun startsnow.”
Sixty-Seven
Their Universe
Liv
Bastards had found me as they always do, and I had nowhere to run because the chase was over. This was their second capture, and my men took pride in their win.
Saint took in my scent and smelled his prize. His nose brushed the top of my head and tickled my scalp. Tingles ignited throughout my upper body.
“Now that we have you, we get to eat you.” Sin smelled me as he ran his hands down to my stomach and stopped at the lace thong. “But we won’t be needing these.”
Sin tore the intimate garment, and the fabric ripped in half. I gasped. The material fell and only held on by the garter belt strapped around my chubby thighs. He pried those from my skin, and he ruined them too as he tossed the skimpy material to the dirt.
Saint groaned with excitement and slapped my thigh. I whimpered while the skin jiggled like waves, and he smacked the other side. Goddamn, his roughness felt good. Too fucking tempting.
