Page 1 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Their Universe

Liv

“ F uck. Such a good little whore.”

The faint sound of grunts filled the air.

My eyes tried to open at the noise, but they were heavy. Deadweight, tired, and weak. Lost at sea with the tide as my eyeballs moved behind crusted eyelids. The rising waters pulled me further out, scattering my thoughts to a place I didn’t want to be.

Where was I?

Wherever I was, it was hard to breathe. I could barely think. I couldn’t move.

“All mine.”

There was that unrecognizable voice again, almost an echo in my head.

Far away in the distance, but getting closer with each syllable.

More commotion came next. The scuffle of shoes on the floor, the scraping of table legs on the ground.

I knew the movement was in front of me, but my damn eyes weighed a ton.

Panic rushed through me as waves of shivers wreaked havoc upon my body—an uncontrollable motion I had no control over, and I wanted to stop. My stomach was uneasy, and I feared I’d never be able to gain the strength to move. I’d lay here to die on a cold floor with no one willing to help me.

As if the end was near, my memories came to me all at once, and I envisioned the grip of death.

The chokehold of the unknown was tight around my neck, stiffer than an unhinged phantom—my phantoms, who I fretted were nowhere close.

But time trapped their delicious faces somewhere out of reach.

Their eyes were a mix of dark and light, bright as the blue sky. A fire radiating heat inside of me.

Goddamn it. I missed them. More than I cared to admit, especially at this uncertain time in my life.

Sin? Saint? Where were they?

All I could see were those fuckers marking my ring finger with their destroyed eyes, their gazes boring into me with a fierce need to keep me. I feared the image was only a recollection of what had happened too long ago.

How long? I wasn’t sure.

I was confused, and I sensed danger. The sweet smell of sweat was ripe in my nose and a strong sense of dread washed over me. Whoever was close by would come for me. I had to focus. I had to get away from wherever the hell I was and that happened with opening my eyes.

With all my might, my crusted eyelids fluttered open, and I blinked repeatedly against the blinding light.

A headache pounded above my eyes, and the illumination moved to the beat of my throbbing temple.

The brilliance toned down as the seconds passed and revealed a dimly lit room with gray stone tiled flooring.

I didn’t move a muscle, but my heart skipped a beat at the image in front of me.

A woman. She was bent over a desk, and she wasn’t alone.

“Always tight,” he breathed unevenly, forcing her head down and holding her in place.

His hand clenched around her long blond hair covering her face, but I could see her eyes. They were clamped shut. The desk rattled with each thrust, and the legs skidded back and forth on the floor.

She was silent. Not a single yelp came from her as her body jostled from the man behind her, and my eyes grew wide with terror. I was petrified that I was next on his list to fuck, and he had left me discarded in wait, hoping I’d remain unconscious. Well, the motherfucker thought wrong .

I searched the small room, making sure not to move my head. There was a door right behind him, but there was no way I could make a mad dash for it. He’d notice me, and my escape would be pointless. I had no choice but to lay there and play unconscious until their act was through.

“Wet…”

I heard him spit. The sound repulsed me.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered right before he slapped her ass.

Instantly, her eyes opened, and she peered straight at me.

Beautiful colors mixed to make a warm hazel glow among the fear reflected at me.

Her orbs of pain were unbearable and tears of sadness bit at me.

Wet streaks fell sideways down my cheek as her terror was palpable, but I knew I must stay strong.

Although weak, I was not helpless, unlike that woman, who was no older than me.

I understood what was happening perfectly, and I couldn’t pretend while someone suffered sexual assault right before my eyes. I had to do something.

The vile noise he made as he rode her as if she were raw meat was sickening, and with each thrust, my anger grew into a rage I couldn’t contain.

I made a move, but the woman’s eyes grew wider with warning and a wrinkle formed between them.

The fingernails she had clawed into the edge of the desktop loosened and an index finger rose.

Carefully, she waved the limb in a back-and-forth motion, cautioning me to stop.

But I wouldn’t listen.

To hell with that!

This man was raping her, and I couldn’t do absolutely nothing while I watched the gruesome act unfold. She needed my help.

I’d grab him by the balls, twist his manhood until he cried like a baby, and fuck him up the ass with it. I’d teach him to never lay a hand on a woman again. He was scum, and any second now, I’d head straight for him. He wouldn’t even see me coming.

Before I could make a move, the woman spoke. “Phoenix. Please…”

She begged him while she peered straight at me, secretly talking to me and keeping her attacker distracted. He slowed his rapid pumps to hard pounds. The skin of her ass cheeks jiggled in response.

“God, I love it when you beg, baby,” he said while squeezing the flesh of her thigh.

My stomach rolled in disgust.

His attention was fully on her. I had my shot, but her worried hues of hazel never wavered from mine. She remained strong as sharp puffs of air mixed with saliva escaped her lips as his force picked up all over again .

No fucking way in hell would I let him do this to her. I’d save her from this monster if it was the last thing I do on this shithole place called Earth. Father, forgive me because I wouldn’t go quietly while this asshole committed a sin. I’d rescue her, and we’d run free. We’d escape this hell.

Suddenly, someone barged in—a buff man wearing too much hair gel, the slicked-back strands glistening and greasy. He was rough with a mean expression, and he grabbed the man by the shoulders.

“What the fuck, Preston?” Phoenix shouted as his dick released the woman from his terror as the tip dripped cum down her leg. “I’m in the middle of something here!”

Phoenix was not only a poor excuse of a man, he was a sick bastard. He raped a woman in front of an unconscious person, and he engaged in unprotected sex. Motherfucker deserved to rot in the bitter depths of hell.

“Sorry, brother,” Preston muttered a brief apology. “I came to collect our captive and lock her up before the bitch wakes up.”

Shit! No. He can’t take me away. I had to save her. There must be something I could do.

The one thing I knew I could do, I did. I froze. I collapsed back onto the floor, where I lay discarded like trash thrown to the side of the room, stuck in a darkened corner without a care in the fucking world.

I snapped my eyes shut tight and played the unconscious bitch my captors wanted me to be.

I’d lure them into my world, where the adrenaline mixed with fear drove me toward the fight of my life.

They’d be unsuspecting of my being awake and ready to strike.

I’d give this my all. My survival depended on all the power I had to save myself from these monsters and free a woman I didn’t even know.

I would free her from her chains and unleash my fury on these bastards before they could get their hands on us again.

Boots stomped my way. The cold tile vibrated against my cheekbone, and I clenched my teeth. He scared me. Preston was huge and reminded me of a large ogre. A greasy fuck who gave off the odor of a cheap cigar as soon as he entered the room.

Phoenix smacked into the helpless woman again.

“Fuck! Seriously?” Preston shouted. “You can’t wait until I leave the goddamn room to fuck the bitch?”

His loud holler at his careless brother startled me, opening my eyes to untied boots in front of my face. Panicked, I glanced up to see Preston peering over his shoulder instead of in my direction. This was it! I had to think quickly .

Quietly, I grabbed each boot lace while my fingers shook with adrenaline and fear. I looped one knot and fumbled to make another.

Shit, Liv pull it together!

The terror was genuine, but my need to escape was even stronger. I wanted to get out, to see daylight and breathe the fresh air. I didn’t want to be held captive for whatever twisted agenda these idiots and their clan had in store for me.

I held my breath, calmed my hands, and made the last knot. That should do the trick. I reassumed my unconscious bitch act.

“ She …” Phoenix snarled, the word on the brink of what resembled a nauseating orgasm. “Will be my wife.”

“Another whore in the family we could do without.” Preston huffed with annoyance and the sound of his voice turned back toward me. “Just what we fucking need.”

My heart pounded in my chest as Preston grabbed me by my shoulders, trying to move me closer to get a better hold, but I stayed as limp as possible.

I made his job even harder as he heaved my upper body toward him with little effort, and my legs dangled on the floor.

His grasp tangled in my hair, pulling at my scalp, but I ignored the pain.

Anything to get away from this bastard and make a run for it .

Deadweight in his evil clenches, he made his move. “Chloroform did the…”

Preston went down. Hard. I didn’t waste a beat as his grip loosened, and I scrambled to my feet, but the asshole caught my damn wedding dress.

I fell, landing chin first on the floor, but the pain didn’t stop me.

I tugged away from Preston as the material of my dress tore from his grasp, and he swore out loud.

“Fucking sneaky broad… Ah!” His tangent ended as he tripped once more, and a loud thud followed.

In a whirl of heightened anxiety and a glimmer of hope, my bare feet gripped the tiles as I leaped into action.

I glanced backward to see Preston flat on his face, his loud groan mixing in with my racing heartbeat, and I turned toward my exit.

I was blocked by a gun in my face and Phoenix’s ugly face behind his weapon.

The woman I had wanted to save was behind him, pulling up her underwear and shaking her head.

She mouthed at me without a sound, “I’ll come find you.”

“Please.” I pleaded more with her than I did with the thug who held me at gunpoint.

Phoenix laughed. “Pathetic.”

My eyes begged her to do something. Jump on his back, and I’d make a move for his gun.

Anything other than giving in and letting these men take us against our will, but she wouldn’t move.

Whatever torture she had been through had her traumatized.

Mortified her beyond belief as she retrieved her pants and pulled them up.

I couldn’t hold this act of selfishness against her. She was the victim, we both were, and her horrific journey had taught her to play her cards right. If she didn’t, she knew she’d be dead.

As for me?

I had already been to hell and back—rose from the deadly grip of my abusive fiancé and into tormented arms of darkness. Two pairs, to be exact. Until I was kidnapped because of Sebastian and his greedy motherfucking ass.

I hissed through clenched teeth. “Let me go or you’ll wish you fucking did.”

“You hear that, brother?” Phoenix chuckled bitterly. “Sebastian’s bitch is making threats.”

“No. It’s a promise,” I added.

“Goddamn. The whore tied my laces,” Preston said from behind me. “I oughta throw her in with my pit bulls and teach her a lesson.”

“Cool it,” Phoenix said. “We need her.”

“Fine. But they don’t call me Preston Pit Bull Pitrone for nothing,” he snapped, and I heard him stumble .

As much as I wanted to laugh at Preston’s clumsiness on my account, I couldn’t with a gun pointed at my face.

Any minute, he could pull the trigger and splatter my brains all over the wall.

I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live. Lord have mercy on my soul.

I wanted to see them again. To feel my phantoms touch me with their torturous bliss.

I needed my predators to find me and bring me back to them.

“They’ll make you pay for this,” I whispered, a vow I knew Sin and Saint would uphold.

“Fuck. This bitch is crazy.” Phoenix glared, and he hit me with the butt of his gun.

Everything went black.