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Did you like my gift?
The single white rose was from Sin Cruz.
Not a chance in hell I’d keep the artificial flower. I’d toss it in the morning. If I even lived to see the daylight.
Eleven
Their Obsession
Liv
Imade it.
Sebastian didn’t suffocate me while I slept. There was no light leading me to the other side or to the flames in the fiery pits of hell. Heaven or hell didn’t want me yet.
I simply woke up in bed.
A normal day was ahead of me, but deep down, I dreaded it. I had to get ready to see my phantom and meet his obedient best friend. I had no choice and had simple orders. But I gave Sin shit.
I texted Sin Cruz back with a special thanks for the disturbance yesterday. What he had seen as a devoted gesture had led my fiancé to become suspicious of me. His carelessness could have exposed my secrets. I had made the message clear to never pull a stunt like that again. But his response?
Unknown:
I had no intention of causing you any harm. But if any injury came to you, my little obsession, it’d be from my hand. No one else’s.
Ha!
Right…
Little does my stalker know, which wasn’t very“stalker”of him, Sebastian forced punishments on me almost daily. He had missed the slap to my face. Not once, but twice, all because someone had sent me a rose in the mail.
A shiver ran down my spine from Sin’s threat and I couldn’t help it. No damage to me, only torment by his hand. I knew in my mind he’d end Sebastian’s life if he ever discovered the truth. But it was possible Sin already knew of Sebastian’s abuse and simply bided his time to strike.
Shit.
Either way, none of the possibilities mattered because Sebastian Chamberlain had to live. He had to breathe until we made it to the altar. My world depended on him—otherwise, every hit, bruise, and emotional scar was for nothing.
I needed this plan to work, and no one would ruin this for me. Not even Sin or his best friend—the gorgeous man who I viewed on my desktop computer after I had done some payback of my own.
Saint Sullivan. Thirty-six years old. A man who appeared more refined with age; there was a twelve-year gap between us. Dusty brown hair with big, bold, sky-blue eyes. He could appear on the cover of any magazine—he was drool worthy. The only problem was, he hung out with the wrong crowd. Saint was probably as crazy as the man pictured beside him.
Sin Cruz. Thirty-eight years old. There was no need to go into detail because I had already, unfortunately, encountered him, and he was fucked-up. But the devil had made him sexy as hell.
A thrill shot through me as I sat there and creeped my stalker’s website. A business page made for the nightclub Sin and Saint owned together called Sinful Saints. The pictures for the club displayed a nightlife full of strobe lights, wasted customers, and DJs. Their club was the hottest in the city, with others around the world. All thanks to my fiancé, their devoted investor. The business was successful and booming all within the past few years. I had never even heard of it, but I never had time to care.
My parents raised me to be proper, and exquisite taste was the only way. Not some club with STDs, drunk people, and loud music. Extremely distasteful.
I didn’t need my parents finding out I was about to walk into a nightmare. All hell would break loose, and my fiancé would hear about mywhereabouts. My location needed to remain hidden. Extra vigilance was key this evening. I was not only headed into uncharted territory, but into the lion’s den.
My silky blouse brushed against my nipples, and I fully regretted attending braless. The material was cool on my erect buds, and I wanted to cover up. I knew Sin Cruz would spot my aroused points, but I went against my better judgment.
I pulled down the mini skirt that hiked up too much, but the black material crept right back up. I hadn’t even set foot inside of the club, and I felt Sin’s hands all over me. He tormented me and wasn’t even within reach. The bastard was inside of my head and against my body because he made me wear this tight ass outfit. An order from his best friend. Both their fingers touched me, cursed me, and used me. Their tongues on me as they licked up every inch, each crevice, and feasted on me. Their eyes on me as if…
“Hey, lady, what the hell is the hold up?” A man yelled from behind me and laughed with his friends.
Startled, I hurried forward to catch up to the line ahead of me and snapped out of the nightmare I had wandered into. A daydream of monsters within thedarkness, who wrapped me into their torment. I focused on the dungeon I was about to walk into.
“Name?” a bouncer asked at the front door.
