Page 111 of Their Stolen Obsession

Slowly, Liv let go of Sebastian’s hair, and his face fell to the ground. She remained silent. Stuck.

As uncomfortable as it was, I tucked my hard cock back into my pants. Liv’s kill turned me on all over again, and I wanted more of her. I wanted to fuckher over Sebastian’s dead corpse and celebrate his death, but this was her first time taking someone’s life. As much as Sebastian deserved to die, she had been the one to do it, and she had to come to terms with the killer she had become.

“Liberating…” Sin pushed his shoe against Sebastian’s dead body. “Isn’t it?”

Liv didn’t answer Sin, and she dropped the knife to the ground as she stood up. She stared down at her hands with Sebastian’s blood all over them. Sure, Liv was in shock, but anyone would be with their first kill. She’d get over his death.

I touched her shoulder.

“How does it feel?” I asked, excited for her answer.

Liv replied hesitantly, “Good. Too damn good.” But she pulled away from me.

Okay, Liv required a minute to process what she had done. I could deal with that. I’d give her some space, but not too much.

Liv’s eyes were blank. Emotionless. I couldn’t read her, and I didn’t like that. No fucking way. Something was wrong.

I tried to explain, “The first kill is—”

“This isn’t my first. Preston was,” Liv interrupted.

“That was different. Youneededhelp,” Sin expressed as he pushed Sebastian with his shoe untilhe turned over and he pointed at him. “But with this bastard, you were ready.”

“Right,” Liv whispered as she peered down at Sebastian and the carnage she had created. “IkilledSebastian on my own.”

Liv spoke those words almost trying to convince herself that her ex was gone. That she had gone through with taking his life when she had the chance, and she didn’t even pause for one second. She took the knife, sliced him and didn’t blink an eye.

“Well, you can’t take all the credit. We gave you the knife, beat the shit out of him, and tortured him for weeks. We—”

“But I took his life!” Liv exclaimed as she interrupted Sin and pointed at herself. “I did this! Me!”

Liv shook her head back and forth, but she didn’t cry. She never screamed or fell to her knees.

I took a step toward Liv, and I reached out for her. “It’s okay, darling.”

“No,” Liv repeated.

Sin talked over her. “This is all new. Cut yourself some fucking slack. You got a case of cold feet.”

“This isn’t goddamn cold feet, Sin,” Liv whispered while she peered at Sin. “Ienjoyedkilling Sebastian. Way too fucking much.”

I swear Liv shivered. Her harsh new reality had set in, and she realized she did not differ from us.She had turned out to be just like the men who were fucking addicted to her. We’d do anything for her, whatever it took to be with her. She was one of us—our phantom tendencies had rubbed off on our little obsession. She was our universe entangled with her obsessed phantoms.

“You got off on the kill. So what?” Sin shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “That’s all part of the thrill, sweetheart. The adrenaline rush you get and the high locked in the moment is a fucking dark place to be, but once you accept who you truly are, killing becomes easier.”

“What happens if I don’t want to accept any of this shit?” Liv asked as she stared Sin straight in the eyes.

“I don’t know.” Sin shook his head. “I never fought the urge to kill.”

“Well, I am.” Liv turned away from us. “I need space. Time to think.”

I panicked.

I grabbed Liv’s wrist. “No. We won’t let you go.”

Liv spun around, and I pulled her into my arms.

“Let go of me!” Liv thrashed against me. “Please, don’t make this harder than it fucking has to be.”