Page 41 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Her Predator

Saint

C hrist. Liv was fucking beautiful. Her head propped up on a pillow as her legs intertwined with mine and her palm tucked up underneath the side of her face as she slept.

Sunshine peeked in through the blinds and created a tiny halo in her shiny black hair.

The blond highlights made the strands glow, and her skin was soft leaving me wanting to touch her, but I was afraid she’d wake up.

For the past week, she had wanted Sin and me to sleep next to her. We made her safe, secure, and provided a comfort for her we had never known before our little obsession.

Liv had two rules.

Number one. If we touched her, she might lash out like we had already experienced occasionally if she was having a flashback. Those experiences were terrible. We never knew when she’d have one unless we knew she was being triggered.

Number two. No sexual contact. Not yet. Liv wasn’t ready and even though our dicks ached to be one inside of her, we could be patient.

When the time came to rail her though, we couldn’t promise to be kind.

Our obsession brought out untamable beasts who wanted to ravage her in every way possible, not lame ass missionary style that may make the bed creak once in a while.

Fuck. No. Sin and I were freaks in the sheets who loved to make our girl gag and screw doggy style. Among many other ungodly positions the heavens would frown upon, but we didn’t give a shit. Liv was ours to mend, bend, adore, and pleasure.

Goddamn, I loved shaping Liv into a pretzel. The way her body bent made me want to come in my pants. Just thinking about her flexible figure contorted the way we wanted her, made my cock hard, and I wanted to jerk off.

Shit. Liv stirred. Her beautiful eyes didn’t open, but she murmured in her sleep, and I loved the noises she made while she dreamed.

I cherished how she touched me and didn’t flinch or turn away because her mind had taken her somewhere safe.

She slept like a goddamn goddess on her throne with no nightmares, in our beds, which we switched every night, so her scent was in them for us to share when she was no longer there.

This was only fair after Sin claimed I was bitchy after she slept in his bed first and wrapped his blanket around her for the rest of the day.

I wasn’t spiteful. Okay, maybe I was. But only because I had missed Liv so damn much, and I wanted to hold on to a piece of her.

I didn’t want to only see her. I needed to feel her, to smell her, and sense her.

The idea of not even being able to taste her beautiful pussy and play with her tongue drove me crazy.

I was a fucking madman who was starved for our woman.

Be patient, Saint. Be respectable. Do what was right for Liv to heal.

“I think she’s waking up,” Sin mouthed at me from the other side of Liv and pointed down at her.

“No, shit,” I mouthed back.

Sin couldn’t see Liv’s gorgeous face. He missed the spectacular view this morning, and I got to cherish her features.

I got to experience her nose wrinkling, her eyelashes fluttering before she opened her eyes and saw only me.

The incredible stretch of her mouth into a wide O that I couldn’t wait to stick my dick into and experience the slickness that awaited me.

Fuck .

I had a boner on top of the usual morning wood which was a goddamn problem for me. Especially when I’d have a pee. My aim better not be off this time, or I’d be painting the walls with piss and the maid would hate me.

“Morning, darling.” I grinned too cheerfully.

Liv blinked once, twice. She registered my face and smiled until she sensed herself touching me. She flinched. Loosened her leg and pulled away.

I hated it when she feared us. Her being afraid used to get me going, but that terror was our doing. Not some goddamn assholes.

The guy was already dead, so I couldn’t kill him.

I wanted to hurt someone for what was done to her, but there was no one except fucking Sebastian.

I couldn’t even end his miserable existence because he was for Liv to deal with, and she wasn’t ready for that yet.

That motherfucker was alive, breathing, but barely.

At least, the thought of his suffering gave me a thrill.

“Morning,” Liv whispered with a small smile.

Every time Liv awoke, she appeared shy, like we had only met for the first time every morning for the past seven days straight.

She was fucking cute. I wanted to cuddle her, squeeze her like a fucking teddy bear I’d worship until the stuffing came out, and I’d have to get someone to sew it and fix my obsession I wanted to take everywhere with me.

I knew what it was like to lose Liv, to no longer have the most precious addiction I had ever had. My most treasured possession, who I had feared I’d never see again or would find deceased. I never wanted to experience that agony again.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Sin said as he played with Liv’s hair sprawled out on my pillow, and he lightly sniffed the strands. “Goddamn, you smell fucking lovely.”

“Do I?” Liv asked as she turned over to lie flat on the bed and faced my best friend. “What about my breath?”

Sin took a whiff and made a face. “Um… Not so much.”

“Sin!” Liv exclaimed with a giggle and slapped him on the chest.

Sin groaned. “Mm… Foreplay. You know the way into a dark man’s heart.”

Liv went to hit Sin again and caught herself before she delivered a blow to his shoulder. The bed bounced as she turned away from him and peered at me, but she was blushing. I couldn’t contain the big fucking smile on my face because she was too damn cute.

Liv turned beet red, and I couldn’t contain a chuckle. She took the pillow out from underneath her head and whacked me with it. My laughter echoed in the room and grew louder as I grabbed a cushion to protect myself. This only made her hit me again.

“That’s it!” I exclaimed.

My pillow connected with her head, and she squealed while I got up on my knees. The excitement coming from Liv made me as equally exhilarated as feathers came loose and flew in the air. This meant war.

“While you girls are engaging in some form of weird pillow talk, should I go make a pot of coffee?” Sin asked.

“Yes!” Liv giggled loudly, standing up on the bed.

Liv laughed hard, and she snorted like a piglet. She was fucking darling; I wanted her to make the noise again.

Sin cursed. “I’ll let you two have a moment.”

I swung two pillows at the same time while she ducked down, and I missed her.

My cushions smacked together, the fabric ripped, and feathers fluttered everywhere.

Liv’s laughter made my heart hammer fast I thought I might suffer a heart attack, but the erratic palpitations weren’t the organ going into failure.

It was my love for Liv making my ticker two times its size .

Good Lord. I was down bad for Liv. Completely smitten like a fucking kitten, I missed a pillow making an uppercut for my chin.

Liv got me good. I lost my balance and fell backward onto my back, my body bouncing as soon as I hit the mattress.

She laughed even harder, straddled me and beat me with the pillow, which ended up only being the casing within a few seconds.

Every single feather was everywhere, but I didn’t give a damn because Liv, my little obsession, was on top of me.

Liv was touching me. Not in her sleep, not in some damn dream, but in this precious moment in time that I didn’t want to let go of. Liv was completely one hundred fucking percent mine .

I could feel Liv with her hands on my chest, her breath on my face and her legs wrapped around mine. Her body molded perfectly against me, her pussy aligned with my cock, and my erection awakened. Again. Shit. She stopped laughing.

I prepared for Liv to retreat, to move off me, but she didn’t.

She couldn’t see me among the feather cloud still fluttering in a downward spiral to land on top of me.

I was afraid to touch her and break this miracle of a spell that she had cast. Mesmerized and transfixed, I was entirely at her mercy.

I’d let Liv do whatever she wanted to me because this had been the moment I had been fucking waiting for.

She was all I’d ever hope for, even if I had to hang tight for a goddamn lifetime.

Feathers covered my face and all I could see was white.

Liv ran a hand up my bare chest while damn shivers ran down my spine and blood rushed to my manhood.

It was all too obvious that I wanted her badly, and I heard a slight gasp, but she still didn’t move a muscle.

Only her feather-like touch went to my face as she swiped the fluffiness away.

“There you are,” Liv whispered with a slight giggle.

I blew a feather out of my mouth.

“There’s my little obsession.” My girth grew harder by the second.

Liv snorted, and her eyes twinkled. She covered her mouth and wholeheartedly laughed with her forehead against my chest. I rumbled with delight at her fucking lovability.

I mean, come on? Who couldn’t adore Liv? Just look at her. Beautiful as ever.

Her messed-up hair made Liv appear smoking hot, as if someone had fucked her. I even loved her bad breath. Gosh. She was fucking all the great things in this miserable damn world. Everything .

I was lucky to have Liv. Sin and I both were. Lightning had definitely struck twice when she came into our lives. The addiction was real love at first sight .

A throat cleared. “Damn. Is there room for a third?”

Liv panicked, and the light left her eyes. Fear came back, and she scrambled off me. Her cheeks were bright with embarrassment, and she turned her back to me.

Goddamn, Sin! I could fucking kill him! Grab him by his neck and wrap this empty pillowcase around his throat.

“I’m going to have a shower,” Liv muttered as she got up from the bed and headed for the adjoining bathroom. “I’ll be out soon.”