Page 85 of Their Stolen Obsession
“Where’s Leo? What happened to him?” I asked in shock.
“Sleepyhead was tired. He’s taking a nap on his long break,” Saint answered with a shrug. “He won’t be here anytime soon.”
Nap equaled knocked the fuck out in these psychopaths’ damn books. I knew their slimy tricks all too well. Once again, Sin and Saint had been up to no good. Mischievous mayhem.
“Fuckers.” I was deceived. “What is wrong with you?”
I tried to push my head back up to confront these two scheming assholes, but I couldn’t because Sin held me down. His hand was on my head as he massaged my scalp, and I couldn’t deny how damn good he felt. His fingers dug into every muscle as the warm liquid helped guide the way, and a smooth friction released all the tension these boys had made.
“Nothing. We made no mistakes, darling,” Saint answered as I felt his hands roam lower toward the crack of my ass. “But provided you with everything you need.Us.”
The hiss from Saint’s last word sent a chill up my spine and brought my attention back to Sin working his fingers down the back of my neck in small circular motions. The way he worked me made everything loosen, heated and electrified.
“This is crazy. Why couldn’t you guys do this at the penthouse?” I questioned, frustrated with them.
“Because you weren’t ready. You couldn’t see the trust you could have in our touch until we tricked your mind,” Sin whispered in my ear. “Until your goddamn body gave into us and remembered everything we used to make you experience before someone other than us hurt you.”
My mind flashed back to the bastard who had taken too much from me. The panic returned, but only briefly, with Sin and Saint touching me. The therapeutic strategy to create a safe space I could willingly let go in was working. They had done that formebecause I was theirs, and they didn’t want anyone to take me away.
Tears crept into my eyes, but Sin’s caresses forced me to let go of any rational thought and solely focus on what these two men were doing to me. They were making me trust as well as feel everything I never thought I could and give me the stability I needed to move forward. My phantoms were breathing life back into me.
I didn’t have to fight. The men who could be brutal and unjust had helped me as I slowly dug myself out of the pit of hell and came back to them. I still had more to climb, but with Sin and Saint by my side, I could do anything. I got to see each of their hearts and their bruised souls wanting to heal right along with mine.
“I can finally see the truth…” I admitted and Sin let me raise my head up to glance at them with my admission. “How much I can trust you both.”
“You do?” Saint asked, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I do,” I whispered, grabbing the towel and tossing it on the ground. “And I want to show you how much faith I have in both of you.”
“Fuck. Little obsession,” Sin groaned when he caught sight of my naked body before him. “So damn beautiful, willing and wet.”
I moaned as Sin poured more of the substance he held in a glass jar onto the front of my body, and I tossed my head back. The warmth felt so good as I lay down with my backside on the massage table.
“Please. Don’t stop. I want to feel more of your touch,” I begged.
I closed my eyes while their groans of hunger filled the room, and their eager hands caressed me. Sin and Saint gave me everything I wanted as oneworked on the lower half of me while the other was at my midsection. Fingers kneaded into the arches of my feet, and I giggled when the touch tickled me. My toes wiggled as he moved up toward my calves, and he massaged the outside until he spread my legs and made his way in. He moved higher until my eyes shot open, and I realized that man was Saint with a hooded hungry stare focused on my pussy. He wanted to have a taste.
Saint glanced up at me for permission, and I shook my head, “I’m not ready.”
Saint half snarled with frustration, making the sound of a wild animal, but he didn’t pounce. Instead, he grazed his upper teeth across his lip and released it. He held himself back and made me quiver with want from his will to do what was right by me. I needed my phantoms to listen to my requests to get me out of the darkness, the captivity I used to live in, and pull me out of my cruel prison. I didn’t want to go back because I wanted to be with them, and they could keep me if only they’d listen.
“Fuck, Liv, you have no idea how damn bad we have wanted you,” Sin hissed as he poured liquid out of the jar and let it spill onto his hand. “To rail you, filling you with us, but at least we can coat you with ourselves. Goddamn, you look so slick with our cum glistening onyour beautiful body.”
“We are consumed by you…” Saint added while he got up on the table and stroked his massive cock over top of me. “Goddamn, darling, we can’t help ourselves with you. Watching you come not once, but twice with you screaming our names did us in, and we would’ve come in our pants.”
“You were both in here while I—”
Sin and Saint answered by nodding their heads. Their eyes were full of hunger. Their admission shocked me, but not because of what they did but because of my lack of embarrassment. I wasn’t ashamed they had lurked in the shadows, enjoying me pleasuring myself to the thought of them.
“You see, sweetheart…” Sin answered as he glided his oily hand over my collarbone and gently squeezed my neck. “We each whacked off in your massage oil, fully intent on painting your body with our cum.”
“What?” I squeaked, barely getting the word out.
Sin ignored my shock at their next omission.
He loosened his restraint on my throat, and Sin worked his way down toward my chest. I didn’t stop him as I breathed heavily and watched him make a shiny path straight for the crevice between my tits. He dipped his entire hand lower, and he cupped my right breast. He repeated the same trail with his other hand, and he groped me while I couldn’t helpthe shivers running through me when he flicked my nipples with his index fingers.
“Perky and fucking perfect.” Sin whispered above me as his cock dug into my side and his erection throbbed. “Christ, you are such a good slut, aren’t you, Liv?”
