Page 53 of Their Tracked Obsession

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Why don’t you take off the blindfold and find out?” Breath was on the back of my neck. “Or will you defy us?”

I smirked. “You take off the blindfold.”

A brief chuckle. “Naughty girl.”

Fingertips slowly crawled up my shoulders, creating goosebumps as they went, and my lips parted. Touch was the only sensation in overdrive as my heart hammered in my eardrums. I wanted to move, to take off the blindfold, but I wanted to be bad until I was their good girl. The way Sin and Saint wanted me—to challenge them.

A footstep in front of me caught my attention. “Good girl being so damn bad.”

“You know exactly how to make us want you, Liv…” Sin whispered in my ear as he trailed his hands up my neck, and he wrapped his fingers around me. “To torture us so fucking much until we can’t take anymore.”

“Yes—” He squeezed my windpipe.

I couldn’t breathe. My lungs burned for air; I clenched my fiancé’s bulging forearms, but he didn’t let go. A slight panic and the need for air came over me.

“We love to see the fucking struggle, but you know what we adore most?” Sin grazed his tongue up my earlobe. “Your pleasure.”

The sound of the zipper on my black dress cut through the room.

Sin released my neck. I choked, gasping for air as my dress fell down my body, landing at my feet. I leaned back against him and relaxed against his body. I inhaled deep breaths while someone grabbed the blindfold and took it off.

Black dots danced before my vision cleared, and I saw the guests of our party. Shit! My dress!

I shrieked.

My immediate reaction was to cover my half-nakedness with my hands. The panic had returned, but no one looked at me. Everyone’s full attention was on the psychic.

“Relax.” Sin brushed his lips against my ear. “No one can see you.”

“But the public eye never stopped you before.” Saint was beside me, and the back of his hand grazed down my arm. “Christ. I wish they could see you. All frazzled. Unkept, untamed and fucking perfect.”

“Are you sure?” I whispered heavily, unevenly and quickly. “My parents are right there.”

Sin reached over my shoulder and knocked, “Two-way glass. Remember? Invisible.”

“So many fond memories behind this one-way mirror…” Saint ran a hand down the side of me, and he squeezed my butt cheek. “Penetrating this fine asshole.”

Sin grazed his hand down the front of me and slapped my clit. “And pounding this sweet motherfucking pussy.”

A gasp escaped me. Sin rubbed my most sensitive area, and I couldn’t stop my ass from rubbing against his hard cock trapped inside his pants. I licked my mouth, bit my lower lip, and my nostrils flared with want.

“Fuck,” Saint whispered into my other ear, his body pressed up against the side of me, and his dick dry-humped my hip. “We’d take you right here, right now, darling, but you’d miss out on our engagement gift.”

Sin pushed my panties aside, and he dipped a finger into my slickness.

I gasped. “A gift?”

Fuck. I forgot about presents. Hell, I couldn’t remember much. Not with a finger working the goddamn walls of my drenched pussy.

“Yes.” Saint hissed as he pulled down my bra strap and cupped an exposed breast. “Your surprise.”

Saint bit my shoulder. I gasped. I reached for him and balled his jacket up into my fist. His teeth sunk into my skin and burned me. He branded me while Sin ran his tongue down my neck and sucked my flesh into his mouth.

I cried out in painful, pleasurable delight, and Sin kept finger-fucking my cunt. Saint released my mouth, and he licked over the enamel traces he had made. He also made a wet popping sound and kissed the raised blood vessels. Saint kneaded my nipple between his fingers, and he pinched it.

I hissed.