Page 92 of Their Stolen Obsession
“You’ll see.” Sin patted the top of my hand.
We were outside Sinful Saints Nightclub during the afternoon hours on a weekday and wandering up asphalt. The sun shone down through the clouds, which created shadows on the asphalt, and I had a hunch that my phantoms were up to more mischief. I needed to discover their current scheme before proceeding, since I refused to be surprised again after their spa incident, which almost landed us in jail.
“No…” I yanked my arm away and halted on the spot. “I want to know right now.”
“My, my, how I’ve missed the defiance coming out of your pretty little lips…” Sin tsked at me with a half grin and he rubbed his chin. “Resist me again. I fucking dare you.”
Sin was dead fucking sexy standing there with his head tilted to the side, eyes hooded with a laser sharp stare he’d locked in on me. His dark hair hadfallen over his forehead, and I wanted to reach out to brush the strands back. I needed to touch him badly. My fingers tingled with temptation, and I had to ball my hands up into fists so I wouldn’t give in.
My breath hitched. The heartbeat under my ribcage pounded against my chest, and I licked my dry lips. In five seconds, full arousal would overcome me; a checklist confirming this formed in my mind.
Okay. three seconds.
Escalated breathing. Check.
Tingling body. Check.
Panties soaked. Check.
Ready to rip clothes off. Triple check.
“I’m not moving until you tell me what the fuck is going on.” A shiver ran down my spine.
A bullheaded woman was about to go toe-to-toe and dance with a devil, and I knew I’d never escape no matter how hard I tried. I was stuck with these men forever because they had crept their way inside my soul, forced me to care about them and give a damn not only for my life, but fortheir existence.
My phantoms pushed my limits all the time, and I had earned the right to toy with them. After all, they had chosen me. A strong-willed, sassy brat full of spunk, and I had to keep these men on their toes.
“Fuck. I want to take you over my goddamn knee.” Sin ambled toward me. “Listening to you whimper every time I spank you while Saint counts to ten.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Only ten?”
“Yes…” Sin hissed as he grazed my collarbone and wrapped his large hand around my neck. “That was the only fucking number I could think of off the top of my head. I can always tally for longer.”
Saint came up behind me, and I gasped when he pressed his body flush up against mine. The heat searing from these two wild beasts made me hotter than hell and caused my eyes to flutter.
“God, you’re such a distraction, little obsession,” Saint whispered, his hands on my hips and his breath tickled me. “One I want around forever.”
“Mm… Me too,” Sin added with his thumb on my lower lip.
“Not gonna happen if you boys don’t talk,” I warned.
Gently, Sin pulled my lip down, my jaw opened, and he pressed his thumb inside of the opening of my mouth. I let him, too caught up in the sensations coursing through me to give a shit because all I wanted was them.
I couldn’t fight them off, and I didn’t want to. Not at this exact moment in time while my pussy purred for each of them. Meowed like a goddamnfeline caught up in a heat cycle while the dang bitch couldn’t get enough of them.
Sin groaned, “We want to take you for a ride, sweetheart.”
“While you wrap your hands around us and hold us tight,” Saint added.
Saint was hard as a damn rock with his massive cock against me, and he throbbed with want. I desired him too, needing to rub him, stroke him, and get him off like he had made me do many times before. Except this time, I was willing the instant he touched me. No force was required to make me see how much I needed his dick to achieve wicked dirty things with.
Suddenly, Sin turned my head away, and there was a garage attached to the side of the building with a driveway leading up to it. I hadn’t noticed this before because I had only been at the back of their penthouse and the stairway leading out to the park where they had chased me.
God. I wanted them to hunt me all over again. To catch me, fuck me, and sink their primal teeth into me. I needed my phantoms to mark me up against a damn tree while they played and stretched me in many unthinkable ways.
Sin released me, held up a remote and pressed a button. The garage door opened to reveal two sleekmotorcycles, and each had a helmet on the seat. Shiny, dangerous, and ready to ride.
“Wait. I thought you wanted—”
