Page 100 of Their Stolen Obsession
“Liv, I’m sorry. Fuck. I should’ve known,” Sin apologized endlessly while he cradled my backside and his arms wrapped around my midsection.
My phantoms held me while I trembled, hyperventilating, and the lump in my throat wouldn’t go away. No matter how much I swallowed, the damn tightness didn’t dissipate. Not until Saint forced me to stare into those intense blue eyes.
“I can’t stand the fear in your eyes…” Saint whispered as he held onto my chin and the pad of his thumb caressed my cheek. “I want to make your nightmare go away.”
Sin touched my other cheek and tilted my face to him. “Me too. Fuck. I can’t stand to see you this way.”
“Please, make the pain stop,” I whispered, my bottom lip trembling. “I don’t want to suffer anymore because of what those bastards did to me. Please make them go away.”
Sin stroked my bottom lip. “What do you want us to do, little obsession?”
Both men stared at me intensely and waited for my answer. They didn’t force me into anything and left the choice in my hands. I had to choose my destiny with another way to take my life back.
“I… I don’t know… I—” Saint ran his hands down my body, and I was speechless.
Saint felt so damn good. His touch was everything I needed, all that I wanted, and I cherished nothing more until Sin caressed me, too. Gently, his fingers traced my neckline as my body quivered withdesire, and I forgot all about the evil done to me. Lost in my phantoms and caught up in their obsession with me—their need to have me to themselves where they let nothing—not even fear—sway me.
“Tell us…” Sin whispered in my ear.
Saint breathed against my neck. “What do you want us to do?”
“I want both of you to make me forget. Ruin me so no one else can have me, not even the evil haunting me…” I breathed with certainty and gazed at the hose on the ground. “Because of that goddamn thing.”
Sin questioned, “The hose?”
“Yes. I’m scared, Sin,” I answered, glancing away from that wretched thing and peering up at Saint. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore, Saint.”
“You won’t be, darling, never again.” Saint looped an arm around my backside. “Do you trust us?”
I nodded. “I trust you.”
Saint lifted me into his arms, and Sin pressed a kiss to my forehead. He carried me while his wet, brawny chest dampened my white blouse. My erect nipples peaked through the fabric, and my cheeks flushed at the idea of anyone seeing us. We were outside and exposed to the public, but these men didn’t notice. All they cared about was me, all they saw was me, and all they wanted was me.
Fifty-One
Their Universe
Liv
“Sin. Get the hose,” Saint ordered.
I tensed in Saint’s arms as he felt my body freeze up, and he peered down at me.
“The dogs. They are—” My voice was cut off when Saint put me down.
“Don’t worry about the animals. They can wait.” Saint kneeled in front of me, and he placed his hands on the elastic of my black pants. “But this panic can’t.”
Saint tugged at my pants, but I hesitated and grabbed them. “What the hell?”
“Trust, little obsession, that’s all we ask of you.” Saint stared at me with heated eyes. “If you don’t, I’m gonna have to rip these pants right off you.”
Saint was serious. He’d take my pants off even if I was unsure because he was dead set on gettinghis fucking way, no matter my refusal. His unhinged, dangerous nature unleashed his savage side when necessary.
“But what are you guys going to do?” I asked.
“You’ll see…” Sin replied with the nozzle in his hand. “But we promise you won’t ever fucking forget the things we are about to do to you.”
“Why won’t you—” I gasped as Saint ripped my pants from me.
