Page 51 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Their Universe

Liv

“ W here are you taking me?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Sin led the way by pulling on my arm, and Saint was right behind us.

I glanced back at him, and he only playfully winked at me.

He pushed up the sleeves of his dress shirt; his ripped black jeans were tight they made my mouth water.

He was an angel I wanted to run my hand over after that erotic massage.

Ever since that appointment, I couldn’t stop the dirty thoughts running through my head about the men who haunted my dreams. I fantasized about them twenty-four fucking seven, and it didn’t help one bit that I lived with them.

They never let me leave their side unless they had business to attend to and left me with their damn bouncer, Max, who was their security turned bodyguard.

Max was a damn grump, but I knew how to ruffle his feathers and get on his nerves, which ended up in a friendly game of cards.

I usually won because he wasn’t very good at card games, but I let him sneak in a few victories.

He needed to loosen up and not be Mad Max every damn minute of the day while I needed to pass the time.

“You’ll see.” Sin patted the top of my hand.

We were outside Sinful Saints Nightclub during the afternoon hours on a weekday and wandering up asphalt.

The sun shone down through the clouds, which created shadows on the asphalt, and I had a hunch that my phantoms were up to more mischief.

I needed to discover their current scheme before proceeding, since I refused to be surprised again after their spa incident, which almost landed us in jail.

“No…” I yanked my arm away and halted on the spot. “I want to know right now.”

“My, my, how I’ve missed the defiance coming out of your pretty little lips…” Sin tsked at me with a half grin and he rubbed his chin. “Resist me again. I fucking dare you.”

Sin was dead fucking sexy standing there with his head tilted to the side, eyes hooded with a laser sharp stare he’d locked in on me.

His dark hair had fallen over his forehead, and I wanted to reach out to brush the strands back.

I needed to touch him badly. My fingers tingled with temptation, and I had to ball my hands up into fists so I wouldn’t give in.

My breath hitched. The heartbeat under my ribcage pounded against my chest, and I licked my dry lips. In five seconds, full arousal would overcome me; a checklist confirming this formed in my mind.

Okay. three seconds.

Escalated breathing. Check.

Tingling body. Check.

Panties soaked. Check.

Ready to rip clothes off. Triple check.

“I’m not moving until you tell me what the fuck is going on.” A shiver ran down my spine.

A bullheaded woman was about to go toe-to-toe and dance with a devil, and I knew I’d never escape no matter how hard I tried.

I was stuck with these men forever because they had crept their way inside my soul, forced me to care about them and give a damn not only for my life, but for their existence .

My phantoms pushed my limits all the time, and I had earned the right to toy with them. After all, they had chosen me. A strong-willed, sassy brat full of spunk, and I had to keep these men on their toes .

“Fuck. I want to take you over my goddamn knee.” Sin ambled toward me. “Listening to you whimper every time I spank you while Saint counts to ten.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Only ten?”

“Yes…” Sin hissed as he grazed my collarbone and wrapped his large hand around my neck. “That was the only fucking number I could think of off the top of my head. I can always tally for longer.”

Saint came up behind me, and I gasped when he pressed his body flush up against mine. The heat searing from these two wild beasts made me hotter than hell and caused my eyes to flutter.

“God, you’re such a distraction, little obsession,” Saint whispered, his hands on my hips and his breath tickled me. “One I want around forever.”

“Mm… Me too,” Sin added with his thumb on my lower lip.

“Not gonna happen if you boys don’t talk,” I warned.

Gently, Sin pulled my lip down, my jaw opened, and he pressed his thumb inside of the opening of my mouth. I let him, too caught up in the sensations coursing through me to give a shit because all I wanted was them.

I couldn’t fight them off, and I didn’t want to. Not at this exact moment in time while my pussy purred for each of them. Meowed like a goddamn feline caught up in a heat cycle while the dang bitch couldn’t get enough of them.

Sin groaned, “We want to take you for a ride, sweetheart.”

“While you wrap your hands around us and hold us tight,” Saint added.

Saint was hard as a damn rock with his massive cock against me, and he throbbed with want.

I desired him too, needing to rub him, stroke him, and get him off like he had made me do many times before.

Except this time, I was willing the instant he touched me.

No force was required to make me see how much I needed his dick to achieve wicked dirty things with.

Suddenly, Sin turned my head away, and there was a garage attached to the side of the building with a driveway leading up to it. I hadn’t noticed this before because I had only been at the back of their penthouse and the stairway leading out to the park where they had chased me.

God . I wanted them to hunt me all over again. To catch me, fuck me, and sink their primal teeth into me. I needed my phantoms to mark me up against a damn tree while they played and stretched me in many unthinkable ways.

Sin released me, held up a remote and pressed a button. The garage door opened to reveal two sleek motorcycles, and each had a helmet on the seat. Shiny, dangerous, and ready to ride.

“Wait. I thought you wanted—”

“Sex?” Sin interrupted.

“Darling, we want that all the damn time,” Saint admitted and rubbed his hard dick against my ass. “But you aren’t ready.”

“As much as we want to fuck you silly…” Sin added with hunger in his eyes. “We have other pleasures to preoccupy our time.”

“Come on, darling…” Saint backed off and gave my ass a playful squeeze. “Let’s get you strapped in.”

Heat rose to my cheeks at Saint’s friskiness, but I hesitated. I had never ridden on a motorcycle in my life, and I wasn’t sure I could take the risk. My sheltered existence wasn’t full of danger, like Sin and Saint were used to. My family had raised me to be a good girl.

Cautiously, I stepped toward the daring machines my phantoms treasured and I grazed the handlebars while Sin took the helmet off the seat.

Saint was behind me while I inspected the bike while worst-case scenarios played on repeat in my head.

An accident on the pavement where we lost control, my body mangled until I was unconscious and the chopper ruined in the road.

A vehicle hitting the bike, killing me instantly while everything went up in flames.

Even a minor burn on my leg after accidentally connecting with the shiny muffler attached to the side.

There were many ways I could put my life in danger on these beasts, and I was only beginning to get my life back on track. I was discovering who I was with these men. My phantoms, who were once again trying to push the fucking limit and daring me to chance everything with them.

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Sin stared at me and my cheeks flushed brighter.

Saint added, “Beautiful, powerful, and a force to be reckoned with.”

Hands combed through my hair and divided strands into sections. Saint weaved my locks back and forth as he made a braid in my hair. He tied an elastic to the end, and it snapped when he had finished his creation.

Sin took a helmet and popped my head inside. He opened the visor with a huge grin spread across his gorgeous face, and I could’ve melted into a puddle on the spot. He was happy. The joyful expression suited him until he smacked the helmet, and the weight made me stumble backward.

“Caught ya, darling…” Saint wrapped his arms around me and spun me around. “Always falling right into my trap, aren’t ya? ”

Saint slapped the visor down. Sin turned on his bike and revved the engine. The smell of gas hit me and made me dizzy, but I couldn’t breathe. A fog blurred my vision against the visor from hyperventilating, and I wanted to get out of there.

I yanked the helmet off my head. “I’m not getting on that thing.”

Saint turned the throttle at the exact moment I voiced my refusal. Loudly, the motorcycle roared and made my heart race. I wasn’t sure if the sensation was my adrenaline pumping or plain fear.

“What?” Saint couldn’t hear me over his damn boy toy.

I stepped away from the motorcycle. Sin told Saint to cut the crap, and he came up to me. He grabbed the helmet out of my hands, and he touched my shoulder.

I admitted shyly, “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before.”

“Why not?” Sin questioned with mischief in his daring eyes, and he glanced back at the beloved bikes. “These babies make your fucking heart race, and they fly. Come on, we’ll go easy on you since it’s your first time.”

“Then we’ll pick up the pace. Hot damn, we’ll ride faster, darling…” Saint threw on a helmet, and he pulled up the visor. “Let you feel the vibrations be tween your legs, and you’ll be slick on the seat. Fuck. It’s making me hard thinking about it.”

As tempting as the tremors of the motorcycle may be, mixed with how aroused I already was, I wasn’t ready to slip on for the ride of my life.

My hands were clammy and perspiration beaded on my upper lip.

A clear sign of my anxiety leading me to poor judgment and a wrong move.

There’d be no journey into the sunset, not for me. At least, not today.

“No. Maybe another time soon.” I wiped my sweaty hands on my jeans. “I’ll watch you both head out and hang back with Max.”

Sin and Saint booed at me in unison. Their disappointment was evident while Sin hopped on his ride and put on a helmet. Jesus. He was dangerous as fuck. His leather jacket hung open, revealing a white t-shirt and his boot propped up on the pedal.

Sin shook his head. “Nah. You’re coming with us.”

“I am?” I wrinkled my forehead and laughed nervously. “How?”

Sin replied, “With these.”

I caught the keys Sin threw at me with one hand. “What are these for?”

“They are the keys to that beauty right over there.” Sin pointed to their Mustang, and he never took his eyes off me. “But she’ll never be as beautiful as you. ”

Saint walked over toward the car and grazed his hand along its pristine black paint. Not a single scratch was on her, and she was in tiptop shape. He gave her tire a smack and held onto the door handle.

“Shit, Liv, you’re in for a sweet ride with Mustang Sally here. Open her up,” Saint instructed.

I pressed the key fob, and the Mustang chirped. Saint opened the door, patted the driver’s seat, and I slid right in. He grabbed the seat belt as he pulled the strap across me and buckled me in. The vehicle was made for me.

I asked, “Are you sure you guys want me driving your car?”

“Yep,” Sin answered without hesitation. “What’s ours is yours now because we’re in this for the long haul, Liv.”

Sebastian never gave me this kind of freedom because he had wanted full control.

Sin and Saint were extremely possessive, but in a different way.

They gave me the space to breathe, to be alive, and they wanted to give me everything.

Sure, they followed me, safeguarded me from the shadows and were very open about it, but they meant well.

I had to get used to their overprotective ways, or at least try to.

“Okay. Where are we off to?”

“That’s a surprise.” Saint grinned.

I shrugged. “I guess I’ll follow you guys? ”

“Damn straight.” Sin revved the engine. “Saint?”

Saint hollered back over the roaring of the motorbike, “Yeah, man?”

“Crank the tunes.”

“Ah, shit, I can’t believe I almost forgot.” Saint chuckled and leaned in front of me to turn on the music. “Sally’s goddamn song.”

Mustang Sally by Wilson Pickett came on and Saint blasted the beat through the speakers of the car. Sally sang while Saint slapped the steering wheel as he closed the car door and left me in full control of the vehicle. The Mustang was ready to ride Sally ride .