Page 71 of Their Stolen Obsession
Rocko meowed at me.
I giggled and shaved my legs. Line after line, I ran the razor blade over my skin, leaving it all smooth, and I didn’t even nick myself. I moved on to shampooing my hair while Rocko sprawled out on thefloor and waited for me to finish. He didn’t leave my side, making me his special guest while he guarded me. Minutes would pass with him closing his eyes until he’d open them again to ensure I was still in the tub. Almost like he watched over me and wanted to keep me safe while my phantoms weren’t around. He was a cat I could get used to and grow to love easily. Not to mention, he was a freaking cutie.
The relaxation ended, and I pulled the plug. I watched the water form a tiny twister as it went down the drain and took all my dirtiness with it. All the traumatic events, my stupid mistake of staying with Sebastian and being kidnapped. I couldn’t move, even though my teeth chattered from a sudden chill, because I wanted to see everything get sucked away and maybe be better. I wanted to believe I was okay and go right back to the way I used to be, but when that water was all gone, I didn’t bounce back to how everything once was. Everything was the same. I still had bruises, scratches, and scrapes to remind me. The horrible memories were still there even when I blinked my eyes and tried to push them away. Nothing had left me—this trauma was a part of me. I couldn’t run. There was no escaping, and I had to live with the damage done to me. Even after my wounds healed, the harm would still be there.
Slowly, I got out of the tub as tears blurred my vision, and I wanted to do nothing but cry and wallow in self-pity. Even though I was free, my past would still haunt me.
Rocko sensed my sadness, pressing his warm, furry body up against my leg, and he meowed at me. He circled around one ankle and then the other with his fur getting stuck to me. He pulled me out of the depressive funk and a giggle escaped me while I reached down to pet him. A nice comfort I never knew I’d need and a complete soothing mechanism. Plus, Rocko didn’t mind seeing me naked, and he wanted to protect me while the boys did too.
I dried off with an oversized black towel, got ready to wrap it around me to go find some clothing, and realized there were some silk pajamas left out for me. I knew they were mine because they were my exact size. It amazed me how much my stalkers knew about me. Not only did they remember the fit of my clothing, but they had my preferred perfume, deodorant, toothpaste, makeup, and brush. They even had unscented lotion because they knew I’d have an allergic reaction to anything scented. Sin and Saint had thought of everything, and I had yet to find a flaw in their watchful ways.
I tossed the silky blouse over my head, and the material was smooth against me. The short bottomshung low on my hips, and I reached for the brush the boys had bought me. My damp hair draped down my backside and my nipples were erect through the silk. I studied my reflection in the mirror and hardly recognized myself. My cheeks were pink from the warm water, but there were bags underneath my eyes and scrapes along my skin. Bruises stained my neckline, and I hated seeing them. I turned my head away, wanting to forget, but bitter flashbacks played in my mind as I grabbed Rocko off the floor, wanting a distraction.
Repeatedly, I ran my hand over his smooth fur until the sight of my reflection left my mind, and I carried the cat out of the washroom. Rocko’s sweet little face pressed up against my neck as he snuggled in closer, and I scratched underneath his chin. The vibrations of his purring made me smile, and his whiskers tickled me, but I didn’t care. I saw Sin and Saint waiting for me by a gray lounging chaise.
“Sit,” Sin ordered as he patted his hand against the couch and watched me. “I want to brush your hair.”
“Then I’ll braid it,” Saint added with his eyes roaming down my body.
Tingles zinged through me like an electric current I recognized from before. Prior to me being kidnapped, and all the fucked-up ways these men mademe feel when I shouldn’t. Our spark was still there. Alive, electrifying, and intense. But I wasn’t ready for anything sexual, not yet. Not after…
“Liv? You’re staring, sweetheart.” Sin tilted his head and grinned at me. “You better stop or I might blush.”
The image of Sin Cruz blushing like a lovesick schoolboy made me giggle, and he put my mind at ease with his humor. I had missed his comedic side so damn much, and I didn’t want him to stop. He had weeks to compensate for my hellish ordeal, where I’d fought for my life. Chatterbox Sin could chat his ass off for hours, and I wouldn’t give a shit.
Slowly, I came over to the chaise as Saint watched me with his razor-sharp blue-eyed stare I was sure went right through my pajamas, making my breathing hitch. Sin kept his hands on the back of the couch as I sat down, and I thought he’d touch me, but he didn’t. Instead, he reached for the brush and Rocko jumped out of my lap.
“Get lost, you pesky cat.” Sin shooed the animal with the bristles.
Rocko hissed at Sin.
I picked up Rocko and turned around to peer at Sin. “Do you mind? We’re bonding.”
Sin’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t get along with the cat and simply toleratedthe animal. His body language spoke volumes, and I knew he wanted to yank the feline out of my arms. Instead, he gripped the brush handle and bit his tongue.
“Fine,” Sin breathed through clenched teeth. “I apologize.”
“Don’t apologize to me, Sin.” I thrust the cat in his face. “Say sorry to poor Rocko.”
Sin sighed. “There, there, kitty. I’m sorry.”
Sin gave Rocko two pats on the head. The cat meowed its acceptance of forgiveness. All was right between them.
I smiled. “Much better.”
I turned back around and placed Rocko in my lap. My hand ran through the kitty’s coat as Sin ran the bristles through my damp hair and combed the strands. He made me into his princess while he treated every lock of hair with care, and Saint ran his fingers through it afterward. I closed my eyes, every part of me relaxed while they showed me more gentleness, and I fell deeper for them.
“We missed you so much, little obsession.” Saint sighed, emotion thick in his voice. “Every piece—all your strength and your gorgeous body.”
Saint ran his hands down my neck as he traced his fingers along my collarbone, igniting sizzles inside of me. My belly wrung tight, pleasure peaked,and I bit my lower lip. His hand traveled down toward my cleavage.
Sin groaned from above me. “Can’t leave out that amazing rack.”
Saint whispered in my ear, “Fuck. I’ve missed touching you.”
“I don’t think—” Words left me when Saint’s wet tongue licked my earlobe.
A flashback hit me. Quickly, I reacted, and I slapped Saint’s hands away. He removed his touch instantly and stood quietly behind me. I expected him to retaliate, to grab me by the throat and make me obey, but he didn’t. Neither did Sin. Something between us had changed. I was different, and they had sensed the shift in me.
