Page 52 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)
Their Universe
Liv
“ L et’s hit the fucking road, little obsession.” Sin whirled an index finger around in a small circle, showing it was time to go. “We’re ready to ride.”
Sin took off first as he led the way up the driveway and toward the city street.
Saint flashed me a playful wink that made my belly flutter with wild heat and he pulled down his visor.
He turned the throttle, and the back tires squealed.
I admired the way he burned rubber with his wild beast smoking between his legs, and I desired to be under him.
I wanted Saint, my savage man, to straddle me instead of his motorbike.
Goddamn. Get your mind out of the damn gutter, Liv, and step on the gas. Show these men what you’re made of.
I cranked down all the windows and loosened the braid Saint had secured for my first daring bike ride, which had turned into riding Mustang Sally through the busy streets.
I put the pedal to the metal, weaving in and out of traffic.
My hair blew around wildly with the breeze, and I laughed loudly because I was free.
Unconfined, untamed, and in control. Nobody held me back, locked inside of a room against my will.
Sin and Saint were fast on their motorcycles, bent over their sleek black beauties while I drove behind them.
We beat all the red lights, flew past the speed limits, and nothing could stop us.
This behavior was risky, unsafe, and my parents would hate it, but that was probably what made me love the recklessness my phantoms got me into.
At the same time, Sin and Saint pumped the brakes, and I swerved over to the right lane.
Time slowed down while they joined me beside their Mustang, and we all drove together, side by side.
Each man was extremely delicious in their own way as they turned their attention to me and Saint made thrusting motions against his bike.
I tossed my head back in laughter at his dirty mind and completely normal actions.
Sin popped a wheelie as the back tire gripped the pavement, and he remained in full control of the bike. My mouth hung agape, shocked by his daring thrill, but aroused by how he handled the stunt. The move was dangerous, and the motherfucker grinned at me while he did it.
Cocky asshole. But holy shit, was Sin Cruz hot as fuck. My panties were soaking into his driver’s seat!
Carefully, Sin landed the motorbike back onto two wheels with a loud squeak when rubber met asphalt.
Saint motioned with his hand to continue straight, and my phantoms zoomed back up in front of me.
Adrenaline pumped through me at a fierce speed, and I couldn’t stop myself from screaming out the window with excitement.
A rev of an engine matched my eager energy, and I honked the horn.
In the last ten minutes, I was more vivacious than ever before.
The boys veered off the road to the left, but the sudden turn threw me off and I had little reaction time.
I cut off oncoming traffic, my heart pounded wildly in my chest and the squeal of tires pierced my ears.
I didn’t stop. Not for one fucking second because if I did, there’d be an accident, and I narrowly missed a truck headed straight for the car.
Behind me, I heard the angry driver lay on the horn and blared in the opposite direction until the sound ended.
Fifteen minutes ago, I was scared to get onto a damn motorcycle and now I had almost caused an accident .
These men were bad and unhealthy for me. I should turn this dang Mustang around, drive back to their penthouse, and go live with my parents. Live an overprotected lifestyle with no risk to my life.
Just as I braked and placed the vehicle into reverse, fully intent on driving away from the woman I was becoming, I saw a sign for an animal shelter. My heart sank. All those helpless animals needed somewhere to go, and we had ended up here.
Why did my phantoms take me to an animal shelter?
No. This couldn’t be the surprise Sin and Saint wanted to take me to.
There had to be some explanation, but they had parked their bikes and were lifting off their helmets.
Each waved me ahead into a parking space in the middle of them and Mustang Sally was sandwiched between two extremely confusing men who left me scratching my head.
We had driven recklessly through the city, only to end up at a place that cared for animals?
What in the actual fuck?
I was mixed up, it wasn’t even funny. One moment, I lived on the wild side without a goddamn care in the world, and the next, I was ready to make a run to save my life from two extremely powerful men.
But now ?
I wanted to scream at Sin and Saint, punching my fists into their much too brawny chests until they had to gain control of me, forcing me to calm down, and we’d go at each other all over again.
Instead, I rushed out of the car, slammed the door, marched up to those wicked men with their insanely goofy grins and whacked them both upside the head.
Sin and Saint didn’t even flinch. They didn’t show one wince of pain and blinked at me with confusion. Fuck! Shit! Fuck!
“Why the hell are we here?” I pointed at the animal rescue sign. “Is this your idea of a first date?”
“Ouch. You pain my heart, Liv.” Sin made a pouty face.
“I think we’re far past a simple date night, don’t ya think?” Saint questioned.
God! These men were insufferable!
I spun on my heels. “I’m outta here.” Angrily, I threw my hands up in the air.
Immediately, each man grabbed my wrists and pulled me back toward them. Their grip trapped me, leaving me no choice but to listen. My body jerked as I tried to fight their holds, twisting and thrashing.
“Knock off your shit, little obsession.” Sin gripped my throat. “Give up the damn attitude for five goddamn seconds.”
“We are only trying to help you,” Saint added .
The death grip around my neck was tight and cut off my air supply.
Panicked, I pushed against his hold. But Sin wouldn’t let go because he wanted full control.
The memory of his past nature made me give up the battle, and I knew I’d only deal with consequences.
With Sin Cruz, there was always a punishment.
“Fucker!” I choked out when Sin released me out of his strong hold. “Goddamn! I hate it when you pull that shit.”
“Nah. I think you fucking love it.” Sin smirked down at me.
“Oh, fuck off!” My hand lashed out at Sin’s face.
Sin caught my hand before I slapped him.
“Nuh-uh. Easy, sweetheart. I was only playing.” Sin bent my wrist backward until it hurt. “Are you done fighting us now?”
Saint sniffed my hair. “You know how much your disobedience turns us on.”
“Fine. Goddamn it!” I took a deep breath and let it out. “I’ll stop.”
“Are you sure?” Sin raised an eyebrow at me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Tell us how sorry you are,” Saint whispered in my ear.
I glared at him. “What?”
Sin and Saint pushed me backward until my backside hit their car.
Sin hissed, “You heard the man, little obsession, tell your Daddies how sorry you are for misbehaving when all we want to do is help you.”
The fight between us was back on in full force.
A fiery pit burned deep in my belly, heat coiled there during the intense battle.
The arousal threatened to peak and spill over the edge.
I wasn’t sure if I could contain the wanton woman inside of me.
She wanted out, and she needed to be with her beasts, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to give into them. Not yet.
“I don’t need your damn help,” I seethed, nostrils flaring.
Sin sniffed. “The scent of your wet pussy could attest that you’re a fucking liar.”
“No,” I argued.
Saint shot back, “Yes.”
“No, I’m not—” Sin tucked a hand down the front of my jeans, and over my panties. “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Mm…” Sin groaned as the tip of his nose brushed up against my forehead and he pulled his hand out of my pants. “Wet. Just like I remember.”
Sin sniffed his fingers. He lifted the scent of my slick arousal to Saint, letting him take a whiff, and their pleased moans made me shiver. Tiny puffs of air escaped my parted lips, and Sin caught my eye with his.
“Good slut, sweetheart.” Swiftly, Sin slapped my pussy through the fabric of my jeans and the friction made me whimper. “Don’t ever try to fool us again.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
Sin licked his fingers, and he let go of me. Saint followed his best friend’s lead, but he intertwined his fingers with mine, and he turned the palm of my hand up toward him. He placed a gentle kiss right in the middle that sent a rush through me.
“Come on…” Saint pulled on my hand and locked eyes with me. “We’ve been dying to reveal your surprise.”