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Saint’s lips curled into a wide grin, almost as sinister as this very moment, and my heart raced. Panic soared through me, and I ate my words. All the confidence I once held left me, and I turned around to try the door again. Wishful thinking of the door magically opening played on repeat in my mind, as if I had the ability to create some sort of goddamn miracle. When I didn’t have shit. But I did have a bitching loud voice.
“Open this fucking door right now, Sin! I know you’re out there!” I yelled as loud as I could and twisted the knob.
Banged once. Twice. Again and again. Nothing.
Then I screamed. A wild banshee wail for help. The sound echoed off the walls and right back into my eardrums until it stopped from a hand over my mouth. My eyes went wide in terror as the silent man muffled my scream and wrapped an arm around my waist. In response, I kicked out my legs and thrashed my feet. The heels of my pumps rapped against the door, and I tried twisting my body to gain control back. But it was no use.
Saint was gigantic, and I held little power over him. The struggle I put up only lasted a few seconds and he probably let me put up a fight. Only to get off on my poor effort.
I continued to scream against the hand Saint used to cover my mouth while he pulled me back further into the room. Far away from the door and my hopeless means of escape. There was no way out of this as soon as I walked through that door, and he knew it. I came here to save my ass, and now I think I only came here to discover true torture.
Unlike Sin, Saint covered my mouth so tightly I couldn’t bite down. My backside was flush up against his solid chest, and I couldn’t move my arms. My limbs were tucked tight against me while he held me in his firm grasp.
Saint was an angel of darkness—a fallen guardian who answered only to his unholiness. Sin. The devil peering in from the walls of hell as his worshipper wrapped his tarnished wings around me.
Satan’s messenger pushed me into the chair, causing my skirt to fly up at the back. My ass cheeks made a loud slap against the metal because of the force, causing pain to course through my tailbone. The harsh motion cut the scream from me, and I shuddered with the back of my head against his shoulder. But the bastard still uttered no words.
Everything shook as I vibrated in the chair, and my nostrils flared with each unsteady breath through my nose. I remained silent while he breathed against my ear, and the same smell from Sin fell over me.Cedarwood.No whiskey, which I was grateful for. I didn’t need a drunk asshole of Saint’s size to mistreat me. But with his deranged state, he could be just as dangerous.
I came here to follow orders and put this situation behind me, but I feared this was only the beginning. A start to a fucked-up partnership I never wanted. Two psychos who’d haunt me until my death. This could be my end at the hands of this man while Sin wasn’t far away, watching everything he had put into motion. He had set me up with a lunatic as crazy as he was and knew full well what this man was capable of.
Destruction.
Fourteen
Her Phantom
Sin
Liv put up quite the fight, and I knew she would. Our girl was argumentative as much as she was gutsy. She had a body that blinded all rational thought and a mouth that required a cock. Mine. Stuffed far up inside of her, her brain would shudder from a climax before her pussy. A wet hole Saint would willingly stick his dick in and let her tighten around him. A pleasure both of us would share as we’d come and fill her pretty little holes full.
Fuck.
I yearned to be in the room and much closer than this. I was stuck behind this wall that kept me from her and the excitement that built on the other side. Our bouncer had done a magnificent job and earned a pay raise. One I’d willingly pay for bringing our girl inside unharmed and right where we wanted her: away fromprying eyes with no sound escaping through these soundproof walls, locked away for only us to enjoy.
Arousal spread through me, and my balls tucked up tight against me. I watched her squirm under Saint’s hold. Her fight only excited me more. The thrill of gazing at her with nowhere to turn except my best friend made my breath accelerate and fogged up the glass, but my pulse thumped just as fast as she kicked her pretty feet.
Goddamn it.I cursed myself silently, so I didn’t confuse Saint on the other side and wiped my hand to clear my view. This was a sight I didn’t want to miss.
Her shriek opened up the gates of hell and reached for my soul. She wrapped herself around my essence while I gladly gave all of me to her. Liv was a soul-sucking slut who needed cleansing, and I’d love to purify her, starting with that pretty pink pussy.
Saint used force on Liv and pushed her down into the chair we used to torture those who crossed us. But not today. This evening was all about Liv. Our wicked one who shut the hell up, the fight leaving her body, with one harsh thump.
Good girl.
Even better was the perfect view I received from the angle presented to me. Our girl’s thighs spread wide open, giving me a sweet view of her thong. Black lace puffed out from her cunt’s lips, and the thin piece offabric hid between the crevice of her plump ass cheeks. I was jealous of that G-string. I’d die to suffocate between those butt cheeks.
As if Liv read my mind, figuring out my eyes were on her cunt, she closed her legs. Locked them up tight and left me longing for another peek. Damn it. I wished I had telepathic abilities. I’d tell her to relax and spread those beautiful legs for me.
I was so fucking hard after seeing her wide open and in a confined state. I bet if I whacked my dick off this damn reflective glass, it’d make a solid dent. But she’d never hear a sound.
Not with the plan I had for her.
“Tie her up and make it tight,” I ordered as I held my cell phone in my hand and smirked. “Because I want to watch our obsession squirm.”
Fifteen
Their Obsession
