Page 62 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Her Predator

Sin

L iv moved out of the penthouse. She didn’t take anything we had bought for her and left us. Her departure was the most excruciating experience we had been through, but I had to let her go.

Saint?

Not so much. Saint couldn’t deal with the fact that our girl had left of her own free will after everything we had been through. We had gone through hell on earth to find her, killed many in the name of our love for her, and even added in a treat that was far too tempting for her to pass up.

Sebastian .

That goddamn prick had worked for the devil, slaving away in the depths of hell, and he had ruined everything.

He had stolen—not once, but twice—the woman who held our bleeding heart in her palm and squeezed until there was nothing left.

Only an empty vessel, waiting for her to pump life back into the organ and make them beat again.

We could never stop loving Liv, never. Even if she begged us to end our devotion to her, we couldn’t.

She was our little obsession, the entire universe we had searched for, and we weren’t letting our affections fade away.

We were destined to be with her, starved for her touch, and we wouldn’t give up.

Saint couldn’t stay in the penthouse with Liv’s fruity scent from her hair no longer lingering in hallways. He couldn’t stand not seeing her in the flesh every waking moment of the day or not hearing her call his name because she needed help opening a jar after we had closed the lid too tight.

Goddamn. Liv’s laughter. How I missed the enchanting sound and her gorgeous smile.

Fuck.

I ran a hand down my face and clenched the countertop while I stared at myself in the mirror.

My dark eyes were full of hurt with dark bags underneath them from lack of sleep, and I looked like shit.

I was heartbroken without Liv. That goddamn woman had ruined me for all of eternity, but there was never anyone else.

No one could ever replace Liv Valencia because she had ruined my blackened soul the moment I laid eyes on her.

The exact instant my dark heart beat again.

I slapped some cold water on my face, but the temperature wasn’t anywhere near as chilled as I needed it to be.

A groan of frustration vibrated up my throat as I took my shirt off over my head, and I turned on the bathtub tap.

I’d take a bath to drown down some of my sorrow while Saint was out there.

Saint hadn’t been home since she left us and was dealing with his feelings the old-fashioned way. He stalked Liv every damn day, and he followed her among the shadows to ensure she was safe.

I, on the other hand, dealt with the pain in another way.

Through hidden cameras I had installed the moment I knew she’d come home to her condo, in case she chose not to stay with us.

I couldn’t take a chance of her going back to that scumbag’s place alone with no eyes on her.

Saint thought the plan was brilliant, and we had the devices set up in Sebastian’s prison he had forced her to stay in.

Finally, Liv was free of that motherfucker for the rest of her life.

She had slit his throat, and I was in awe of her.

He’d never hurt her, belittle her, or threaten her life again, but she couldn’t deal with the inner beast we had always known was inside of her.

The savage that waited to claw its way to the surface within the darkness and was eager to kill.

She wasn’t ready to admit her affections for the men who had awakened that monster in her, but we could.

We’d accept all of her. The bad, dark, and ugly truth that Liv was one of us, and she needed to figure out that there wasn’t an error in the brutal nature of her ways.

She was beautiful and perfect, right down to her flaws.

She was our fucking fate, and we were hers.

I took out my cell phone because I needed to see Liv terribly, and my hands shook as I uploaded the camera feed.

Please let her be home. I had to see her.

Not an image of where she was through that damn necklace around her neck.

I couldn’t take another second without viewing her beautiful face because I was a drunk fool, completely and utterly in love with her.

Ah, yes, there was movement .

Liv was in that dumbass fortress when her home was here with us. Fuck.

I took a swig of my whiskey, and the smooth liquor was close to being bitter, but my throat was numb since I had been drinking for hours. Booze couldn’t cure my desire to be with the woman I loved, but at least the alcohol could desensitize me.

Oh, fuck. Who was I kidding? I still felt every goddamn emotion known to man, and this shit wasn’t doing anything .

I threw the glass into the trash can where it shattered and some sharp shards littered the bathroom floor.

The bubbles in the water grew out of control and I discarded all my damn clothes.

I plunged into the tub, water splashed over the edge and onto the tiled floor.

The temperature was cool and the way I needed it to chill the angry heat inside of me.

The madness stirring to a boiling point because Liv wasn’t here.

“Fucking bullshit,” I grumbled as I took the back scrubber and scratched in between my shoulder blades.

I tried damn hard to pretend the sensation was Liv as she dug her beautifully manicured nails into my skin, but I could see her in bed.

The sheets moved as she stirred, and I watched her bite her goddamn lip.

The enticing sight made me want to dig my teeth into her, mark her, and claim her as mine.

I could see the outline of her body underneath the thin sheet, and I knew she was naked because her perky nipples peaked.

I wanted to knead the little pebbles between my fingers and pinch until she screamed.

My pearly white teeth would graze them until she made a seductive sound.

“Oh, yes…” Liv moaned.

Hold up.

What the fuck ?

Was my girl diddling her cookie?

Without us?

I heard another moan I could recognize with my fucking eyes closed.

Oh, yes . Liv was.

I glanced around for the soap and saw my trusty lucky rubber ducky staring back at me.

“Don’t judge me. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” I grumbled.

Shit! I forgot the damn soap.

I needed the suds to stroke my dick.

Without another goddamn moment to waste, I got out of the tub.

Bubbles clung to my skin while I grabbed the damn rubber ducky for good luck, and I hoped I made it back in time to get off with my girl.

I hung a towel loosely around my hips as my bare feet slipped on the wet floor and the duck squeaked.

I gripped the counter to catch myself from falling.

Shit. Close call. I could’ve cracked my goddamn skull.

I headed toward the closet with beads of wetness dripping off me. Each footstep was slippery because I didn’t bother to dry off properly because of my damn hard on and wanting to enjoy Liv’s will to give into her need .

Fuck. Liv sighed with pleasure again, the sound like music to my fucking ears as I made it to a small flight of stairs. I went down one step.

Goddamn, sweetheart, you sound so good.

I pinched my fingers to zoom in closer for a better view and Liv’s hands were under the bed sheet.

Her mouth had tiny beads of perspiration gathered on her upper lip as she whimpered in ecstasy and I made out Saint’s name escaping her pretty mouth.

I took another step down and didn’t hang onto the railing.

Jesus, Liv, you’re playing with your skittle so damn well.

I wished I could touch Liv, praise her, and feel her body right next to mine in that fucking bed.

I wanted to kiss her slick skin, move my lips down her neck, and caress each square inch of flesh.

Press my rock-hard dick up against her bare thigh while her leg moved and the friction would drive me goddamn bananas.

Instead, my cock made a tent under the towel.

“Sin!” Liv cried out.

I missed a step.

Right down onto my ass I went, listening to Liv come with my name on her lips. Shit! Fuck.

I fell down a goddamn flight of stairs enjoying the sweet sound of Liv moaning my name while I watched her on a hidden camera. This would hurt the next day, but right now I needed the soap because my girl wasn’t finished.

I was already at the fucking closet, thanks to my slippery feet, and I grabbed a bar of suds. I ignored the pain and darted up the stairs, but this time, I gripped the railing. My tailbone ached, but nothing could ruin my aroused cock. Not even the squeak coming out of my goddamn ducky.

I hurried back to the tub and splashed right in, but I was careful not to get my precious device wet. Bubbles flew, water made waves, and I lathered the soap right up with one hand. Excitement coursed through me like a horned-up teenaged boy about to jerk off to a Playboy magazine.

Vigorously, I stroked my massive shaft and watched Liv as she whimpered at the pleasure consuming her. Precum shot out of the tip of my dick and plummeted into the water like a goddamn leak I couldn’t stop. Her hips rocked while I thrusted over and over again.

Out of nowhere, Liv cried out my name once more and sent me straight into oblivion. The water splashed around me as my savage groan of release echoed in the bathroom, and I couldn’t contain anything because of her. She climaxed and my cum mixed in the bath water when I wanted it to be all over her.

So much for a bath to fucking cool my jets.

I stood up in the tub, and half of the water bath was on the floor.

Shit. I made a damn mess. I’d pay the maids overtime. All the money in the world was worth seeing that our girl still wanted us, even when we were apart.