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Her scumbag of a fiancé was still in the hospital, and with him not in the picture,she was free. Unchained to let loose and sleep stripped of him with nothing on. We did this. Sin and I. We took away any fear she had, even if it was for a little while. But the damn bastard deserved a gruesome death.
I watched Liv as she climbed into her bed without a care in the world and pulled the sheets over her body. She hid those fucking magnificent curves from me but had no idea I was tucked away in her closet. Hidden behind all her expensive clothes while she’d rummaged through, never finding me. I wanted to pounce on her, but I refrained since I knew she’d be sore after we took care of her. She required a break from my raging cock, and I had other intentions for her.
Our girl needed rest. She had earned a break. But not for long.
I smirked as I thought about all the things I wanted to do to her, all the inches of her body I wanted to revisit. I wanted to pound into that sweet pink pussy, slap her plump ass, and watch the waves roll.Fuck.My dick was as hard as a damn rock. Thank God those bed sheets covered her or my balls might bust.
Her eyes were closed, and her hair sprawled out across her white pillow as I emerged from my hiding place with a gift. She was such a knockout even while she slept. Little pebbles peaked underneath the sheet, and I was far too tempted to touch. To graze her, hearing her moan and watching her eyes snap open insurprise until they turned to terror. Her fear excited me every damn time.
I grunted, but Liv stirred with her lips parting for only a second and her soft breath emitting a small sound into the air—almost the sound of a soft purr. She was my little feline, and I was her owner, who’d pet my pussy anytime I wanted.
Instead, I touched her hair, stroked the soft locks on her pillow and laid a present meant just for her. A gift from her phantoms, the men who followed her everywhere she went, even in her dreams as she slept.
“Not too much longer now, little obsession,” I whispered into the still air and creeped through her bedroom door, heading back out the way I came in.
Right through her front door.
Forty-One
Their Obsession
Liv
What in the actual fuck?
A basket was at the foot of my bed, wrapped with cellophane and two fake white roses.Scratch that.Two fake white roses with blood on them. But there was a card.
“While we aren’t nearby, taking care of your pain, here are some alternatives to help you through. Sincerely, your phantoms,” I read aloud.
But I quickly discovered that they had dipped the roses in the blood of my period.
Ew.
Gross!
What in the ever-loving fuck?
With caution, I grasped the flowers by their green stems and discarded them in the trash can. Two more roses to take out to the trash before Sebastian camehome today. Another reason for me to be absolutely unsettled.
My fingers fumbled with the wrapper as it crinkled, and I readied myself for more gruesome surprises gone too far. Sin and Saint teetered like a ticking time bomb, and I never knew when they’d explode. They also had no limit, and this proved my point.
But what about me?
I let them fuck me in my blood. I got off on their devilish, naughty ways, for Christ’s sake! Three times! Plus, I let them clean all the blood from me and cherish me with their sweet sides they loved to hide. But now the assholes do this?
Fuckers.
These men who lurked in the shadows had given me dark chocolates in the shape of hearts, even though it wasn’t Valentine’s Day. There were extra tampons in the care basket, along with pain relievers, to help manage any cramps. There were facial scrubs to clean up an unwanted acne outbreak, which was a damn curse no woman wanted when they bled for an entire week. A hot water bottle to soothe cramps and ginger tea to drink to help reduce my menstrual flow.
Again, they had gotten into my home while I had slept. I had ensured I locked everything. I had triple checked or else I’d go mad. Maybe I was on the verge of going batshit crazy because I had fallen for thesetwo dumbasses. These two jerks who weren’t big idiots after all and were extremely creative with everything they did.
This care package went to show their clever minds had a softer side I never imagined could live inside their delicious bodies. These men weren’t just cold-hearted with skin and bones, but had real brains wired with actual feelings after I’d found out about their torturous past—a previous history they viewed as shaping them to be who they truly were, and I was their missing piece.
This had all started with blackmail and had turned into a screwed-up threesome. I was in an affair with two men who could very well own my heart. But I never wanted them to.
This situation should be unforgivable. I should hate their guts and maybe I still did. They had forced me into a mess I didn’t know how to get out of, but I didn’t know anymore if I had wandered into this willingly. My phantoms have captured every thought, all my pieces, and my heart was on the line. But once they captured my affection, I was a goner, and my soul wouldn’t be too far behind.
I took the contents in the basket and opened my window, fully prepared to throw everything out onto the street. My eyes caught sight of the trees in the park swaying in the breeze. The greenery my ghosts choseto blend in behind and watch me from afar. Their eyes on me, lingering over my skin with goosebumps rising. They were there. I knew this, watching and waiting for me to make my next move.
