Page 47 of Distorted Obsession (The Distorted Trilogy #1)

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“Coco,” Farrah squeals, running circles around Coop and me as Eva chases her. “Save meee.” Her infectious giggles make me smile.

“Aren’t you both too old to be playing tag?” I quip.

Their joint grunts are akin to giving me the proverbial middle finger.

“Blasphemy,” Eva squeals, ducking behind Coop.

“Utter rubbish,” Farrah adds.

Snorting, Coop says, “I don’t know whether I should condone this fuckery and let you two pretend that Colt and I are light posts, or if I should ? —”

He doesn’t finish. Instead, he swoops in, scooping Farrah up before throwing her over his shoulder.

“Cooooppp,” Farrah shrieks, pounding on his back. “Put me down, you big oaf.”

Darting forward, Eva leaps in the air, attempting to save her best friend, but I catch her mid-flight, encasing her in my arms.

“And where do you think you’re going?” I challenge as she flails in my hold.

“Flag on the play… holding… roughing the passer… intentional foul,” Eva shouts.

Squirming, Eva tries to break free, but I cage her in, hooking one arm around her waist and the other to tickle her side. She bucks in my hold, but my grip stays firm. “Not so fast, Evie,” I mock.

I’m so focused on Eva, I miss the battle cry.

“Hands off my best friend,” Farrah demands, seconds before a bombardment of accent pillows smacks me successively.

One hits the side of my face so hard that I’m momentarily frozen.

But that’s all the time she needs. Farrah hip checks me with such force that I’m jostled to the side.

“Haha, sucker,” she gloats, snatching Eva from my grasp.

“Now, who has the flag on the play?” Coop chokes out between laughs.

Shrugging her shoulders, Farrah retorts,“‘Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.’”

“Not you quoting the Art of War to the self-proclaimed scholar of Sun Tzu,” Coop exclaims as his laughter morphs into wheezes.

Farrah sticks out her tongue before trotting out of the room with Eva at her side.

“You should’ve saved me… you could’ve saved! Why didn’t you ? —”

The accusations shock my system, coming out of nowhere as the once jovial grin melts away from my sister’s face, replaced by a scorned scowl.

“You all failed me.”

Farrah’s onyx-colored hair bleeds crimson, making her appear like a fallen angel.

My heart thumps so violently as the familiar scene plays out before me. I can’t escape it, though. I’ve tried, but I never do.

I can feel my body reacting to what’s coming like muscle memory. I’m in a semiconscious state—not awake enough to fight, but not asleep enough to rely on my subconscious to hide the horror that plagues me.

“You never loved me, Coco. If you did, I wouldn’t be dead.”

Farrah’s words slice through me unyieldingly to the torment warring inside me.

Once beautiful, icy blue eyes full of life become vacant— sightless.

“You let her destroy our family—you allowed her to destroy me,” she hisses as her fingernails sharpen. “Now you all must pay.”

Before I can brace myself, Farrah lunges forward, burrowing her nails into my chest and ripping my heart out.

I catapult up, chest heaving as sweat paints my skin. “Fuck,” I seethe, working to catch my breath and steady the racing heart trying to punch a hole through my ribcage.

Running my fingers through my damp hair, I grab the bottle of water on my nightstand, uncap it, and guzzle nearly half of it down.

The blend of my recurring nightmare with memories of the better and happier times of Farrah and Eva only incites my anger.

Grinding my teeth, I spring from my bed. I have the perfect way to sate the homicidal rage.

I slip on a pair of basketball shorts before grabbing my phone and shooting off a text.

Me: You have 15 minutes to be ass up on my bed.

Broken Doll: It’s 3 am. Don’t you sleep?

Me: Tick tick goes the clock and you know what happens when you don’t follow instructions.

Then, I storm out of my room into Coop’s. “Wake your ass up. Our toy is coming to play.”

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” I order, watching Eva rub her still-sleepy eyes.

I wait for her to argue, but she doesn’t, and I almost wish she would. I want a reason to punish her—a reason to deny and belittle her.

Yawning, Eva begins to strip out of her clothes. Her black Groveton hoodie drops to the floor, quickly followed by pink spandex shorts. Then she’s there, standing naked before us.

So fucking perfect .

Her skin glows, her full breasts and a cleanly shaved pussy on display.

“Fuck me,” Cooper growls, and I cut my eyes at him. But my anger isn’t at his gaze soaking in Eva’s beauty—it’s at me for the way looking at her dulls my hostility. My jaw flexes as I clench my teeth and storm across the room.

Gripping her throat, I force her head back, exposing her neck to me. Then, I lower my face, running my nose along the column of her throat until it lands on her beating pulse. She smells so goddamn good.

The lavender and chamomile body wash strikes again.

Irritated even further, I lick her skin before sinking my teeth into it.

Eva hisses, but doesn’t complain. Instead, I feel her heart rate tick up and her head tip back, inviting me to take more. Not one to deny myself after such an open invitation, I suck, nipping until I hear her cries for more. “Please. I need—please.”

I don’t take my focus off her, but I know Cooper has made his way over to us when I feel Eva’s body press into mine. “She wants more, Colt,” he hums. “Should we give it to her?”

Gazing up, I meet sultry, lust-filled honey eyes yearning—beseeching me to finally take everything she has to offer. “Such a good fucking slut. Ready to sacrifice yourself to our every whim,” I state, watching Cooper fist her hair, yanking her head back until his mouth lands on hers.

As he kisses her into oblivion, I grab one of the fun items we have in store for our little pain whore. “Bring her to the bed,” I command, cutting off whatever passionate embrace they are in.

Romance doesn’t live here—only debauchery.

Coop tosses her on the bed, and she lets out a squeal of protest before she giggles. Her tinkling laughter is starkly juxtaposed with the scene transpiring.

I climb onto the mattress. “Lie on your back,” I demand. Then I turn to my brother and instruct, “Get the cuffs.”

Eva lies back without hesitation, and I kneel next to her. Excitement flushes her skin with each limb cuffed. “Wh-what are you going to do?” she asks.

“Whatever the fuck we want,” I snap and her eyes widen in shock, but I continue. “Tonight is a lesson in control.”

“As in, we’re in control, and you, zīna l-m?????, will be at our mercy,” Cooper adds.

Once she’s secured, I stand, walking around until I’m at the foot of the bed. Eva’s legs are spread wide, giving me the perfect view of her pussy that seems to already glisten with need. I continue my perusal, taking in her heaving chest and her wanton gaze.

She wants to play.

I don’t break eye contact, but I see my brother move in my periphery. It’s not until he leans over her, blocking her face from my view, that I blink.

Refocusing, I climb over the footboard and kneel between her spread thighs before slipping two fingers inside her.

Eva squirms, letting out a low moan.

“Someone’s not being a good girl,” I tut, removing my finger and flicking her clit. Then, I lower my head and nip it between my teeth.

I want to punish her more, but the smell of her arousal is far too tantalizing. So, I disregard my original plan and suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves until she tries to buck off the bed.

“Keep still,” I command as I plunge three fingers inside her and begin to pump.

Eva’s muffled moans shoot straight to my cock that’s trying to burrow a hole out of my boxer briefs.

It’s not time yet . I mentally chastise my inability to control my urge to fuck her. Something that’s becoming increasingly hard to do.

Frustrated, I take it out on her pussy, thrusting my fingers inside her as my tongue laves her clit. I’m not sure what Coop is doing, but the sounds emanating from Eva indicate that we are both on the same page.

Complete and utter domination .

Her walls begin to contract. But it’s not time for her to tip over the edge. Not when there’s still so much fun to be had.

I yank my hand back and raise my head, already missing the taste of her dancing across my tongue.

Don’t be a fucking pussy-whipped simp, Colt. The rebuke is a reminder that I’m in control.

Ready to turn things up three notches, I say, “Coop.”

He turns in my direction, and I nod towards Eva’s wet pussy and smirk. It’s reciprocated— our silent conversation achieved. Cooper rises from the bed and unlocks both of Eva’s leg restraints. Then we’re both between her legs.

“Dibs on first,” he blurts, scooping Eva up until her thighs are resting on his shoulders.

“What the—” she squeaks. But the surprise quickly morphs into a moan. “—fuccckkkk.”

And I watch as my brother devours her. When her spine stiffens, I tap Coop on the shoulder.

He groans, reluctantly passing Eva to me.

Wasting no time, I bury my face into her, tongue fucking her as I rub her clit between fingers. It’s not long before I feel her clamp down so hard that I think she’s about to break my tongue.

Coop taps my shoulder, and we switch out again. We do this at least four more times before we relent and lower her to the mattress.

Refusing to give her time to come down, I grab the Y-shaped nipple clamp that I cleaned earlier while we waited for Eva to arrive. Coop and I stand on opposite sides of the bed. Each of us readying her.

“Ohhhh,” Eva cries out at our assault on her nipples.

Once satisfied, Coop and I attach the clamps to her raised peaks.

“Mmm,” Eva sighs, enjoying the bite of pain like the greedy slut she is.