Page 52 of Distorted Obsession (The Distorted Trilogy #1)

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Could Candace be telling the truth?

I mull over her threats. “The Jacobis are not your friends. They want you dead.”

“But that can’t be true,” I mumble, stumbling out of the bathroom into my bedroom. Mindlessly, I unwrap the towel from my freshly washed hair and begin styling it for the party at the Sigma Alpha Psi frat house.

“You think they care about you, Eva? They want to destroy you,” Candace hisses.

Shaking my head clear, I focus on applying my makeup to cover the dark circles under my eyes from my lack of sleep since this revelation. “There’s no way they could be behind all of this. Right?” I ask myself, pausing long enough to put on my eyeliner.

I’m unsure why I’m bothering, considering it’s a masquerade-themed party.

Capping the liner, I pick up my ruby red lipstick, hoping it will bolster my confidence for the conversation I need to have, so I’m not left spiraling with my thoughts.

I think back to every incident since I arrived on campus. The blood, the recordings, the images, and every “Farrah” sighting. There’s no fucking way Colt and Coop would let Farrah’s most vulnerable moments be shared just to get back at me. They love her too much for that.

“Are you ready, Evie?” Jade calls out from outside my door.

Sighing, I stand, adjusting my crimson-red strapless top and mini skirt. “Yeah, I’m grabbing my mask now.”

I take a final look at myself in the mirror, then grab my mask. The red and gold filigree etched across a matte black base complements my dress perfectly. The ornate design captivated me the moment I opened the gift box it came in.

“Holy shit. Look at you, boo,” Ayana croons, shaking out her finger like I burned her.

Laughing, I reply, “Stop it.”

“Nope. You’ll own the gorgeousness that is you,” Cammy challenges.

“Then, thank you,” I begin, pausing to take them in. My friends are fucking beauty personified. Not a miss amongst us. “Speaking of gorgeous. Y’all did not come to play.”

We giggle, high-fiving each other as we head out the door.

“I’ve heard these parties get wild,” Paisley exclaims. “Like debauchery-level wild.”

My brow quirks at that revelation, my inner sex goddess preening at the thought that I could get all kinds of laid tonight.

“This is a no-judgment zone. Just play safe,” Jade announces, reminding me how grateful I am for these girls who allow me to be me with no pretense of propriety lording over me.

The ride to Greek Row is boisterous and quick. Finding parking, however, is a bitch-in-a-half, and I’m grateful that I wore my comfortable heels.

Music blasts from each house we pass, each one decorated to match the theme of their party for the night. Excitement prickles my skin once we reach the steps of the Sigma Alpha Psi frat house. The last time I went to one of these parties, I got sucked and fucked in some of the best ways.

As we step through the door, evidence of how wild this night will be is front and center as some guy is bent over as another guy pistons inside of him.

Heat flushes my cheeks, and my nipples harden. It’s been a long time since I was in a good threesome with bisexual men.

Jade pulls me from the steamy scene before me, and tugs me through the crowd and over to the bar. I don’t get a moment to settle before I’m hoisted over someone’s shoulders as they take off through the crowd.

My heart begins to beat so hard that I think it might explode from my chest when I finally find my voice. “Put me the fuck down, asshole,” I shout, banging my fists against whichever dick grabbed me’s back.

“That’s not very nice, zīna l-m?????.” At the sound of that name, I know it’s Colt.

He slides me down the expanse of his body, pausing only to press my chest into his before helping me stand. “Would you be nice to a random person throwing you over their shoulder and running away with you?” I challenge.

Nodding his understanding, he replies, “Point taken.”

I turn, preparing to exit the room, when his arms wrap around my waist. “Did we say you could leave?” Another person questions, and I realize it’s not just the two of us in here.

Whirling around, I see three other masked people, and my hackles rise. Candace’s warnings slam back to the forefront of my mind.

“ They want to destroy you.”

Taking two steps closer to the door, I gauge the distance to see if I can make it out of this room without being stopped. “What’s going on?” I inquire, proud when the fear riding me doesn’t cause me to stutter.

“We just want to have a quick chat with you.”

“Coop?”

He bows. “The one and only.”

My shoulders relax slightly, grateful to know two of the four people in this room.

That doesn’t mean you’re safe, Eva Rose. The truth in my thoughts reminds me I may still be in danger here.

“Relax,” Colter commands, resting a hand on my shoulder to keep me in place. “We just want to go over some ground rules for tonight.”

My gaze flits from side to side. “Ground rules?”

“Yes, Eva,” Cooper says. “This is your friendly reminder that you can’t say no—no is not in your vocabulary when dealing with anything we ask of you. Do you understand?”

I hesitate, but nod.

“Good,” Colter sighs. “We’re going to add some people to the fun.”

I watch as he points to the two unknown people in the room. “But we won’t reveal who they are until we want to,” Coop finishes.

Trepidation and excitement war within me. It’s not lost on me how far away I am from being meek and scared in this moment. It’s a breath of fresh air from the stifling and oppressive prison my mind usually has me locked in.

This is what I yearn for. It’s why sex is my escape. The thrill of being free is intoxicating.

“Now text your friends, so they don’t send out a search party,” Colt commands, and I quickly shoot off a message, letting them know I’m good.

“Hand me your phone.” I hesitate, biting my lip before I ultimately follow Colt’s instruction. “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, nipping my neck before he lifts his head.

Smiling, I clench my hands at my side in an attempt to hide my excitement, but fail.

A small giggle squeaks out before I’m yanked by my neck into another hard chest. “You should be more afraid, Eva Rose Pierce.” They spit my name like it’s poisonous, and my earlier glee is stomped out by fear.

“Now run,” they command, releasing my neck.

And I do just that without looking back.

Spinning, I desperately search for my friends. I know they wouldn’t leave me, but my earlier text would put them at ease. Now, I’m phoneless and running from danger. I make it down the hall when I see familiar faces.

Darting over, I rest my hand on his bicep. “Lev, you have to get me out of here.”

Confusion knits my brow when not only am I met with silence, but I also face the hostile glares of the other heirs. “Get the fuck off him unless you have plans never to make it to the next stage in your life,” Owen snaps as Wes, Sebastian, and Wyatt shout and move everybody back.

I drop my hand like I’m acid against Lev’s skin, watching in horror as his body stiffens in a battle for control.

Fuck. I triggered him.

That realization makes my heart crack. I never want to be the reason someone is tossed into a bad place.

“What have you been doing, Princess?” Colt croons in my ear, his closeness putting me on edge.

Stuttering, I lie. “I… I… I was jus… just trying to, um, say hello.”

One of them tsks, and I know I’m about to be called on my bullshit. “What did we say about lying, Eva?” he chastises while Colt’s hand glides up my bare stomach until he palms my breast and squeezes. The moan that escapes me is equal parts lust and frustration at my arousal in this situation.

I sag in relief when I notice Lev is better. My relief is short-lived when the still unidentified person holds out his hand with a pill in it, and I look to the heirs for a lifeline.

“Can you save your spat for after we leave?” Lev commands. We don’t have much time, and we need to discuss a few things.”

Rolling his eyes, Colt instructs, “Put it away for now, Mase. We need to handle some business first.”

Mason?

The realization that it’s Mason further eases my fear. Colt introduces him before he asks him to keep an eye on me.

“You dick,” I shout, smacking his arm and he laughs. “You scared the shit out of me. It’s not funny.”

Mason studies me. “I’m sorry. We thought it’d be more fun this way,” he confesses. And while it was thrilling, I would not like a repeat of that ever . “I promise to try not to do it again,” he states with zero remorse on his face.

We spend the next thirty-plus minutes talking about our families.

I learn that his family is close to each other, but some are trapped in old values that sometimes make progress stagnant.

When he speaks about his family’s distillery, there’s an edge to his tone, but I store that tidbit away for another day, not wanting to touch an obvious sore spot.

“You two have been over here cup-caking forever. Sharing is caring, my brotha,” Liam announces, grabbing my hand. “Now, I’m going to dance with the beautiful lady.”

Liam leads me through the crowd, and we move in sync as the music plays. As we move, I spot a curvy beauty dancing on her own. Havana twists piled up in a bun, showing off her neck. I peer further down to see that she’s in a sexy white maxi dress that has her pierced nipples on display.

I don’t wait, I stride across the room and hold out my hand. When she takes it, pulling my body against hers, I know this night is about to take a turn for the better.

She runs her hands over my ass, leaning in to whisper, “Your two boyfriends are watching. We should give them a show.”

Turning, I see Coop and Liam following every move I make.

I grin, returning my attention to who’s in front of me, gripping her throat until her lips land on mine.

She tastes like strawberries. Our tongues dance as our hands roam.

She slips her hands down the top of my skirt, slipping my thong to the side and rubbing my clit.