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“Our little agreement,” Sin said.
“More like blackmail,” I hissed against his hold of my chin and fought Saint all over again.
I thrashed, kicked out my legs and prayed to kick Sin in the nut sack, the heel of my shoe digging into his flesh, causing him to wail out in agony. But my imagination got carried away.
Sin caught my heel in his large hand, and the force made my knee bend. He angled me perfectly, pressing his body up against me and sandwiching me between the two men. Their heated breaths were on my skin, and I hated myself for liking it.
“Quit your fucking squirming, Liv or I’ll fuck you blind…” Sin warned as my belly pressed up against his massive erection inside his pants. “Right here. Right now.”
Immediately, I caved. Sin could whip out his cock and hold true to his promise while his friend let him. I stood no chance of winning with my panties torn in half and a fucking mini skirt, exposing my bare cunt to him.
“Okay. I’m listening,” I whispered through clenched teeth.
“We want you to do exactly as you’re told, Liv,” Sin instructed as his eyes burned into mine with possession and Saint’s hard cock throbbed against my back. “Be our good girl and don’t misbehave.”
“Or else what?”
Sin threatened. “Or your video not only goes to your fiancé, but straightto the press.”
My eyes widened, my heart raced, and my blood rushed to my head. I couldn’t let them do this to me—use me, violate me, and own me. There was only one way out of this: I had to play along.
“Fine.”
“Let her go, Saint,” Sin ordered after a second passed and his fucking lap dog released me.
Well, in hindsight, Mr. Sullivan was more like a great fucking Great Dane rather than a puny dog.Damn it.
Saint towered behind me and didn’t budge, with his body flush against mine. Sin let go of my chin and released my leg from his rough grasp. A bruised handprint would form later, and I’d have to conceal the contusion from Sebastian. Or earn some more black-and-blue marks from the wrath of him.
“Are we done here?” I asked with bravery and almost ate my words. “Sebastian will become suspicious of my whereabouts anytime now. I can only hold up a lie for so long.”
“We can’t have that, can we, my little obsession?” Sin whispered as he brushed the hair from around my neck and placed a necklace around it. “But we want you to wear this.”
Saint took the clasp of the necklace from Sin’s hands and secured the chain in place. He let my hair fall over the top of the clasp while gently running hishands down the strands. His fingers combed through with ease as if I was the most precious enjoyment in the world.
“What is it?” I asked as I gazed down at a silver rose pendant and back up at Sin.
“It’s our gift to you. Every time you look at this pretty face in the mirror, you’ll think of us,” Sin breathed as he caressed my cheek, and I flinched at his touch. “But I want you to remember one thing.”
“What’s that?” I questioned.
“Never take it off,” Sin warned me with a soft kiss of death to the tip of my nose, making me shudder with terror. “Because if you do, we’ll find out.”
And I pondered if I should call their bluff.
Nineteen
Their Obsession
Liv
Idid. I called Sin and Saint’s bluff. Screw them both.
The rose pendant was no longer around my neck and was hidden inside of my jewelry box on my nightstand. I didn’t want to look in the mirror and think about last night’s event. The sheer torture I had to endure at the hands of two men who were completely out of their minds. Worst of all, I didn’t want to see their faces and recall how much of the torment I had enjoyed. The thrill of Saint’s mouth became my unwanted undoing, while Sin had observed from wherever the fuck he was.
I applied my foundation with a smokey eyeshadow to match my dark state. My emotional well-being was in an upheaval, and I had chosen an outfit to match. All dark shades of black from my ripped charcoal jeans,black crop top and gray knitted cardigan to go over top. I’d make a stop at the nail salon to get my nails painted black before I made a trip to the grocery store. I wanted to get as far away from my phantoms’ present as possible.
When I had unclasped the necklace from around my neck, a sense of freedom washed over me. The sweetest sound was the jewelry box’s lid slamming shut because I knew their gift was tucked away inside. Those damaged men couldn’t control me, and they’d never own me. I’d make sure of it.
