Page 35 of Distorted Obsession (The Distorted Trilogy #1)

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“She’s been out for too long,” I hear a muffled voice state.

“Just let her rest, Coop. She needs it.”

Awareness of my body knocks out the last of my grogginess. My mouth is dry, and my skin feels tight.

Fuck! I had an episode.

My heart rate picks up, and I try to regulate my breathing. I’m panicking my way into another spiral. Questions swirl like an F5 tornado as prickles shoot up my spine.

Where am I?

Why is Cooper here?

Did anyone see me?

“Open your eyes, Evie!” The command of Colter’s voice forces me to do just that.

My gaze darts around the room, slowly taking in my surroundings. I’m at their house, in their room. In their room . My body stills at that revelation, and my mind slows down for the first time in days.

Exhaling, I welcome the relief and question why the calm I seek is only found with them. I ruined their lives, and like a greedy bitch in heat, I only go belly up for them.

“That’s our good girl,” Cooper exclaims. “Now sit up and drink some water because we have some things to discuss.”

My brow arches, “We do?”

“You showed up at our house mumbling about signing the contract,” Colter chimes in.

I freeze. “I did what?” Confusion etches itself on my face as I try to remember.

The volleyball game… strike to win… Fah— Fah.

My breakdown slams into my chest. I was chasing Farrah and lost her again.

I burst through a door, and it goes black.

Fuck! I had a major episode. I haven’t blacked out like this in almost a year.

Sighing, I sit up, take the water from Colt, and sip. “What exactly did I say?” I question, hoping I didn’t make a complete fool of myself. I’ve done some pretty reckless things when I’ve blacked out in the past. The memory of the orgy I woke up in comes to mind, and I’m sure my cheeks must be red.

Cooper smiles, pretty much confirming that I made a complete and utter ass out of myself. “Do you want to watch?” he asks.

Watch? There’s footage of my train wreck behavior? “You didn’t?” I groan, knowing they did.

“There are cameras at the front door and basically every room in this house,” Cooper states, walking to stand by me. He bends over and whispers, “So, arāshatī al-mudammira, do you want to watch yourself?”

Cooper’s breath kisses the shell of my ear, making me shiver.

He chuckles at my reaction before he trails a finger down my spine.

“You wanted to play so badly. You should see how bad you’ve been before you pay the price,” Cooper teases.

Then, he nips the hollow of my neck. Time stops, and I forget to breathe.

“You want us to do so many bad things to you, Evie. And you want to because you think you’ve been a bad girl. ”

I try to push my brain to unlock whatever I did, but I’m coming up with nothing. Of all the people this happened with, the Jacobi twins were never on my list. My face heats, embarrassed by the unknown. I know curiosity kills that cat, but I’m willing to die for this.

Gulping, I mumble, “Yes.”

Cooper’s hands slide through my curls. My lips part to moan when my head is yanked back. “Do you think you deserve to know?” he hisses, freezing my groan in my throat.

“Y-y-yes,” I choke out.

My head is forced to swivel until my gaze lands on Colter. “Do you think she deserves to see the wanton slut she was when she first arrived, Colt?”

“Only if she begs,” Colter retorts—a Cheshire-Cat-sized grin dons his face. His icy-blue orbs glint, and for a moment, I think I see loathing in his gaze, but it’s gone before I blink.

Was he… do they?

I begin to question if this is the right decision when strong hands wrap around my exposed throat. “You want to beg for us, don’t you, Evie Rose?” Colter murmurs in my ear. “You want us to make you see stars—disappearing to a place your worries will never find you.”

Memories of our last encounter flood my vision, catapulting me into the serene calm I felt when I gave them control.

I need that—I need to let go.

“P-p-please,” I whisper.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you,” Cooper states. “Could you hear her, Colt?”

They’re baiting me, and it’s catnip to my irrational soul. I desperately want to play, but can I trust them? Should I take the bait ? That’s probably the best question.

Slanting his head, Colter simply replies, “Nope.” Then, he strides across the room, stopping only once he’s standing directly in front of me. “What was that, zzīna l-m??????”

Colter and Cooper emanate power. Their joint presence is intoxicating, and I long to be drunk.

My resolve sets in, and I ignore every glaring red flag. Fuck being safe. Red means go, motherfucker.

Straightening my spine, I shout, “Please. Is that good enough to show me the fucking video,” with a confidence I don’t remember possessing.

“There she is, peeking her head out from the corner you buried her in,” Colter taunts as he leans over until his nose touches mine. “There’s the brat we want to play with.” He stands, moving to his left, and a TV screen lowers from the ceiling.

Cooper’s grip tightens, reminding me that I’m under their control. “Now, let’s see how bad your punishment will be. You already have at least five priors you’ll need to account for before you leave this house tonight.”

As soon as he’s done speaking, the image of me standing at the front door in my Groveton green volleyball uniform appears. I’m pacing back and forth, mumbling incoherently. Nothing coming out of my mouth makes any sense until it does.

“Need…Want… Safe.” Then, I stop and look up as if I know where the camera is. “Let me in. I’ll sign the contract. I need to sign the contract. Please… please… please. I’m going to ? —”

I don’t finish my sentence. I just begin pacing again. However, this time, I can hear what I said.

“They’ll make the hurt go away. They’ll make the hurt go away. They’ll make the hurt go away.” I keep rambling the same thing like a skipping CD.

Tears pool in my eyes. I’m so embarrassed. How could I allow myself to become this erratic?

I try to swallow, but Cooper’s hold leaves a ball stuck in my throat. Stars begin to dance in my periphery, and I welcome the escape, but before the bliss hits, he loosens his grip.

“Uh uh uhhh,” Colter tsks. “You don’t get to be rewarded. Not before you see the best part.”

My brow knits in confusion until I see it.

I yank my jersey over my head, exposing the white sports bra that’s drenched in sweat so you can see the light brown of my areolas.

My nipples stand proudly as I yell, “Please fuck the pain away. I need you both to fuck the pain away. I deserve to be fucked until I hurt.”

I watch, stupefied. I don’t care about stripping in public. It wouldn’t be the first time. But my brazen words catch me off guard. Cognizantly, I know what I want isn’t for pleasure, but for dissociation, but that doesn’t wash off the shame of me shouting it for the world to hear.

Before I can do or say anything more embarrassing, I watch as my steps falter and my words become inaudible. I know what’s about to happen. I’m losing steam. The crash is coming.

Squinting, my body tenses, waiting for the inevitable.

As if on command, I teeter and internally bellow, “Timber.” I expect my body to hit the floor with a thud, but the front door swings open, and a very furious Colter stands in the doorframe.

His arms shoot out, and I land safely against his chest.

“Showing what’s ours without our permission.

You’re quite bold, Evie Rose.” Colter smirks, lifting me into his arms before stepping inside and kicking the door shut.

Then he leans in, inhaling me like I’m the air he needs to survive.

My eyes pop wide when he licks the column of my neck, biting until I involuntarily shiver in my unconscious state.

Instinctively, I reach up to the sore spot I felt when I first woke, turning slightly to look at Colter, but Cooper squeezes in warning. I drop my hand back to my side without even thinking of disobeying.

“Look,” Cooper demands, turning my head until my focus is back on the screen.

Colter steps into their bedroom, dropping me on the bed before he says, “And I look forward to breaking the will out of you until you can’t think without our permission.”

My blood turns to ice. The early warning blares.

I’m so lost in thought that I don’t realize Cooper has released my throat until his hand slips down into my sports bra and pinches my nipple. Heat pools as he swirls his finger over the sensitive peak. Then Colter is between my legs, spreading them wide and throwing them over his shoulders.

I don’t know what to expect, but when I hear the elastic that was my shorts tear at the crotch before my panties are slipped to the side to make room for his tongue in my pussy all blaring warnings disappear.

A moan rips from my lungs. “Oh, fuck,” I stammer when two fingers slide inside me and begin pumping in and out. I’m so dizzy with lust, I don’t know who speaks.

“We own you, Evie Rose—from now until we say we’re through, even the air you breathe is at our command.”