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“I can’t hurt someone who’s dead inside.” I glared at Sin and hoped he choked on my words. “Cold, calculated, and cruel, without a beating heart.”
“Trying to hurt us only makes you more like us. A vicious cycle we’ll get lost in together until you admit you need us. Until you confess your love for us, too,” Sin explained as he held my face in his hands and kissed my nose.
Before I could lash back, Sin let me go and snapped at Saint. He released me and gravity landed me back on the bed. I gathered any strength I had left and scurried away from them as they went to the edge of the bed. They gathered their pants and briefs but wouldn’t take their dark and possessive eyes off me. In another cruel tease, they slowly dressed and zipped up their pleased cocks inside of their pants.
My being vibrated from the shock of what I had endured, and I clung to the headboard. I’d been violated all over again by two men who were ready to hide back in the shadows until they felt the need to strike. To consume me, use me, and abuse me, but I lived through each blow.
Every attack caused my fight to weaken, and I gave into everything they dealt. They’d continue andwouldn’t stop. Not until I fully submitted to them and gave them all of me.
“I’ll never love you,” I breathed as they went back to the window and Saint blew me a kiss.
I pretended to catch the affection in my hand, and, to his disappointment, I smashed it onto the mattress. Saint growled with disapproval as he climbed out the window and vanished into thin air. Mr. Saint Sullivan deserved nothing from me after everything he had put me through.
“You will.”
I glared. “No, I won’t.”
“Yes, you will. After your heart shatters, and we piece it all back together. We’re counting on it, Liv, but you are the one who is unsure, judging by your pulse racing a mile a minute,” Sin said with certainty.
I gazed down at my wrist and held two fingers against it. Sure enough, the beat against my skin was erratically throbbing, and I double-checked with my fingers against my neck. My pulse quickened even more with the realization Mr. Sin Cruz was gone.
Was Sin right? Will I seek refuge in them? Could I give my heart to them?
No. There was absolutely no way. It was not possible after everything they had done.
Tears burst from my eyes as I let them fall after my shadows left me alone. I curled up in the fetal positionand wept for the person I once knew. A woman who’d let no man control her, but I had let two. I used to be the one in control of the men I had chosen, but Sin and Saint had chosen me.
Darkness engulfed me as I fell into myself. I dashed down further into my soul as I tried to make sense of each tormented encounter with them. I had wanted to forget, but I couldn’t. They lived within me night and day. Devoured me until there was little left, with my heart beating wildly in my chest, and I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
Twenty-Nine
Their Obsession
Liv
The next morning, I woke up to the sunshine creeping through a small gap between my blinds. The sunrise greeted me as it touched the unmade bed on Sebastian’s side and drew my eyes to the sun’s rays. But the broken window reminded me of everything I went through hours ago.
My hands skittered over the tarnished markings my ghosts had left on my skin that wouldn’t vanish anytime soon. I was damaged, but they had made me feel alive. A fucked-up mixture I didn’t want any part of, but it was too late.
I had closed the drapes last night because Sebastian couldn’t notice the pried open window created by Sin and Saint. I didn’t need another devil breathing down my neck and leaving more lasting impressions. Two were good enough.
Yesterday, this bedroom was my sanctuary. I kept hidden away for most of the day after the assault I had endured at the hands of my phantoms. Their attack left me mixed up, and a confused mess because I still craved them. Yet I hated them. Loathed everything they had made me do and put me through, but I couldn’t stop thinking about them.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I sat up in bed and grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand.
I knocked over the book I had been engrossed in last night before I had crept downstairs to sneak a bite to eat. Sebastian wasn’t a worry after I caught him with a scotch in hand, stumbling around the living room and hollering at the television as if his life depended on it. The coast was clear as I grabbed some leftovers and proceeded back upstairs.
The novel I read was a dark romance about a man obsessed with a woman he wanted and the lengths he’d go to all for her—all the unhinged things he’d do to her and all the people he’d kill because of her. The fictional story reminded me of the men who stalked me, but I was envious. This bitch only had one stalker while I had two. Two deranged, addicted, and gorgeous men.Goddamn.
My heart beat out of control at the thought of them and my response to their torturous pleasure. The taunting teases they skillfully granted me when I wasunwilling, but Sin and Saint had made me willing. Their delusions had become my delicious reality, and they weren’t going away.
The clock had struck half past midnight when Sebastian had flopped into bed, and I felt the shockwave of his body weight. Deep snores followed immediately after his head hit the pillow and he passed out drunk. I had expected this when he hadn’t asked me for supper, and I knew he must have been completely drunk, passed out on the downstairs sofa.
I was secretly grateful I had missed an unwanted altercation with him, and the situation had turned out great for me. Not so much for him. But the bastard had earned a raging hangover.
A smirk widened on my face as I peered down at my device for the daily news and a light breeze caught my attention. The blinds swayed from side to side and an early morning chill came from the window. Goosebumps raised on my skin, and I rubbed my bare arms to warm them, but I was relieved Sebastian had left early enough for work not to notice the brisk morning air.
Scratch that. Overlooked or was still intoxicated? I’d go with him being wasted.
