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Unknown:
Fine. We’ll find another way in. Nothing will keep us from you.
Goddamn it. Sin would order Saint to kick my front door in, or he’d hurl himself at it until it caved in. I didn’t need to clean up any more of their messes.
Me:
All right. Keep the damn keys. I don’t need them.
Unknown:
Good. I’m glad we can agree. Now be a good girl and wave at me.
I heaved a heavy sigh and stomped toward the window. Each heavy footstep resembled a teenage girl angry at the world, and I waved out the window. I made sure I was visible enough but knewI didn’t have to do much. Because Sin Cruz was somewhere out there mingling with the shadows and being the creepy fucker that he was.
Me:
There. Are you happy?
Unknown:
Extremely. Now go have some chocolate and make yourself some green tea. We want our girl rested and pain free.
Me:
Shithead.
Sin didn’t even have to be present. He didn’t even have to be anywhere near me. Because I heard his evil laughter like the sound lived inside of me.
Forty-Two
Her Phantom
Sin
Aweek had passed. Seven excruciating days since I was this close to my little obsession. I was so near I saw her chest move with each breath she took as I stood directly beside her while she dreamed of us with her scumbag fiancé sleeping right next to her.
I walked over toward Sebastian, who had bandages across his nose and the underside of his eyes was black. Bruised from the punch I had granted his sorry ass with before it was lights out. I wanted to do much worse and the prick got off lucky.
With clenched fists, I leaned forward, peering down at the man who brought pain to the woman I loved more than my life itself, and I was ready to end him. Eager to wrap my hand around his throat, his eyes popping awake and his mouth agape with not even a scream coming out. He’d be frightened, probably wetthe damn bed, and he’d see his final moment. His last vision of the devil doing God’s work with a fucking smile on his face. His last memory would be of me.
Not Liv. Not our girl. Our little obsession was the only person in this godforsaken life I’d burn the world for just to give her the universe.
A low growl seized the air but was too quiet to wake the dumbass who slept. A weak excuse of a man whose hands broke like a fragile twig. He had earned the cracked bones, but I still wanted to kick his face in. He was an ugly motherfucker and more hideous with his hands wrapped in molded casts.
Fuck him.
I treaded softly along the floor and was quite stealthy for a man with big feet. Being in the military had not only made me deadly, but shifty as fuck. I could sneak up on enemies with no problem and cut their throats with one slice to the jugular, with blood all over my hands and not a tear to shed over the murder I had committed for my country. The same killing I wanted to commit right now.
Loudly, Sebastian snored, and the idiot tossed onto his side. The awful noise kept going as I pulled a tin can from my pocket and slowly unzipped my trousers. Liv was in for a surprise. A gift I’d give her if she was a good girl. I’d leave it on her bedside table.
I opened the small jar with a squishy substance inside and placed the tin on the table beside the bed. Right by her phone, which was charging, and I pondered if I should snap a fucking picture of this. I’d love to see our girl’s face when she turned on her cell phone to a picture of me on her home screen.
Fuck. The thought of the surprise made me wild as I held my cock in my hand and placed the putty around it. My beast of an erection was right over Liv, and if she were to open those fucking gorgeous eyes, she’d look right up at me.
My hand stroked my dick with the putty, making a slight squishing sound as I tugged back and forth. The rhythm was slow at first as my tense mouth partially parted, and my eyes caught sight of her cleavage. Her perky tits hid under her goddamn flannel pajamas, and I wanted to tear them right off her.
I jerked my dick harder, my nostrils flared, and my balls crushed up against me as the release grew. The dark flames inside of me burned out of control when she softly murmured something in her sleep. Jesus. I knew it. She was dreaming of me. Of us claiming her, consuming her, and fucking her until her brain spun. While her body quaked and she screamed out like a wild animal into the nightmare, ready to forsake her. But we were her terror because we owned her. She was ours, not some bad dream’s.
