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“Forever,” Saint hissed, with his seed seeping out of my ass while he drilled into me.
They had filled me up, stuffed me completely, until I was overflowing with their feverish need. They had pounded me until I hurt all over, but it left me elated. I was theirs heart, mind, body, and soul.
“Have we proved our point?” Sin asked with a shaky breath.
“Yes.”
Sin let go of my legs as both men pulled out of me, and they collapsed on either side of me. Saint on my right and Sin on my left. Sedated, we all laid there lost in the unexpected passion they had delivered, and I knew I’d never be the same.
Forty-Eight
Their Obsession
Liv
Weeks flew by without warning and my phantom’s addiction to me grew stronger. They had their way with me whenever they wanted, and each time, I gave more of myself to them. I lied to myself and blamed their blackmail, but I knew deep down it was more than that.
After they hunted me through the park and proved they owned me, I knew I was in too deep. Saint had carried me through the forest with their come dripping down my thighs. I had let them drive me home, but Sin stopped the car down the street. Their lips each bruised me with their affection and reminded me of our passion. But I saw in their heated glares that they didn’t want to return me to the devil. Because Sebastian was far more sinister than them.
I knew this was true, but I was in over my head. It was too late to turn back and call off an arrangement that would save my family. Status was more important than my fucked-up affections for two men who had forced me to give a shit about them—two assholes who fixated on me and followed me everywhere.Jesus.Our situation had turned into a mess.
Was this love?
Because if it was, the affection I had held no boundaries. It was beautiful, raw, and it fucked me up. Love was like a wilted flower coming back to life after being cared for with water and basking in the sunlight. Only, their love had periodic moments of bliss before the wind created chaos and the petals drooped. The blossom would require fertilization to keep flourishing into the lovely bloom the flower was meant to be. Until one day the delicate flower couldn’t breathe.
And this was me.
In over my damn head, unable to catch my breath. Worn thin by the constant back-and-forth emotions fogging my every thought. There was no proper answer in sight.
I now look at Sebastian’s displeased face as he peered down at his cell phone and back up at me. Oh, no. Something was wrong.
His face was unsatisfied while he could barely hold his phone because of the casts on his hands. It had beenweeks since the damage was done, but his healing was coming along nicely. This was unfortunate news for me. I wished my phantoms would break his hands for good, sawing them off might even be a better plan.
God, I was turning out to be exactly like them.
“What the fuck are these?” Sebastian asked as his words spit into my face, and I had the powerful urge to wipe the wet specks off.
“Flowers,” I answered as I glanced down at the beautiful orchids I had chosen for the wedding and back at his enraged face.
“Lose the smart mouth, bitch!” he yelled in my face.
Frozen, I stood there and took Sebastian’s wrath. I had no other choice. I listened to how much he hated them. Each curse word bruised my soul, and I wanted to hit him—to take my clenched fists and make him hurt. Not my phantoms. Me.
Sebastian Chamberlain was a mean, egotistical, abusive jerk. There was never a pleasant moment between us, and I was over the fake relationship before it even began. I didn’t know how I’d last married to such a cruel man. My soul died a little more with each hurtful word, every embarrassment, and every strike. The only thing breathing life into me were my ghosts. The shadows I had never wanted, but needed, more than ever. I clung to their darkness through my viciousfiancé’s fury over flowers until his cell phone started ringing.
“Fuck! What now?” Sebastian exclaimed through clenched teeth and answered on the third shrill ring.
I loathed him with everything in me as my being seethed with madness, dreaming of all the ways to end this torment I’d lived through for months.I wanted out.My mind was prepared to leave and run away from everything I knew into the unknown. That would be better than dying a slow, painful death inside.
“You need me at the nightclub tomorrow?” Sebastian questioned in a businesslike manner, a complete one-eighty from him unloading on me a few seconds ago.
I listened as I kept myself busy and pretended to rearrange items on the table. Everything was fucking spotless already and nothing needed tending to. Sebastian’s stupid rules. I was over them.
“Okay, I’ll be there.”
The phone call ended. I only caught half of the conversation and wasn’t good at piecing shit together. Sebastian’s brows narrowed together, and I could swear he appeared nervous. The change in his demeanor sparked my interest, and I wanted to know what had him on edge.
“What was the call about?”
