Page 67 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)
Their Universe
Liv
J ake Wilson stood me up. He hadn’t showed up at my place, and the time was now around half-past nine. Fuck. I got all dolled up for our date together, and I wore some lingerie underneath a skintight dress.
Asshole.
The coward didn’t even have the decency to call to inform me he wasn’t coming either. I sent Jake a text, but he didn’t bother to get back to me. Instead, he ghosted me and probably blocked me too. He appeared to be a decent guy, but in reality, he was a goddamn jerk.
Unlike Sin and Saint, who were his complete opposites.
They could be callously cruel, ruthlessly calculated, lethally dangerous, but underneath all of that, my phantoms were deeply devoted.
Almost suffocating, surrounding me every hour of every day and obsessing over me every second because they loved me.
What the hell was I doing?
I had pushed Sin and Saint away.
Why?
I was afraid to admit my love for each of the men who cared about me unconditionally. Sin and Saint wanted to be with me forever and I was the coward. I was the only one who had run away, and I was scared to face who I truly was. A killer for all the right reasons. I was like them.
We fought against evils who wanted to ruin us, take our dignity away, and stain our souls, but no one could break us because we had each other.
Our love was all that we needed to get past the harsh times and fight our way through the fire that wanted to swallow us whole.
I needed those men as much as my lungs required oxygen and I was a damn idiot for trying to escape them.
They were a part of me like all my broken pieces that were lost, and I had found them engraved in each of my beautifully imperfect dark men.
I had to get to my phantoms, admit my love, and do whatever it took for them to take me back because I had made the biggest mistake of my life.
The storm had passed, and the light had shone to reveal the path I should take straight back to them.
Sin and Saint were my everything, and those damn fuckers had made me realize I’d been lost for a long time, but now I was free.
Unbound to love them and be as dark as I wanted to be because they would always accept all of my brokenness and every single one of my damn scars.
My heart raced at a thousand miles per minute with my realization as I grabbed a jacket and rushed out the door.
As I fled the condo, never wanting to return, I ran as fast as my legs would go.
I should text my men, but somehow, deep down, I knew they’d wait for me.
Sin and Saint were always going to be there as they watched over me, protected me, and kept me safe in their darkly delicious ways.
Unshackled, unchained, and free to be ourselves.
My mad dash took forever, but I was determined to be with my phantoms.
The evening gave me a chill, and beads of perspiration coated my forehead.
My hair was up, but wispy pieces had fallen, and a strand got caught in the corner of my mouth.
I spit the strand out and didn’t stop sprinting.
I couldn’t because there was only one more block before I reached Sinful Saints.
Suddenly, I heard motorcycles in the near distance and the sound caught me off guard as I stopped in the middle of a crosswalk. I spun around. Car headlights glared at me, obstructing my vision, and I held my hands up in front of me.
The vehicle headed straight for me.
Tires squealed, time slowed down, and memories flashed before my eyes, but I wasn’t done living yet. My life had only begun. I couldn’t die.
I screamed.
Hands grabbed me and yanked me to the side of the street. The SUV barreled through the red stoplight and narrowly missed me. I flew to the ground with a hard thud and a body was on top of me. Not one, but two.
All I smelled was cedarwood and whiskey.
“Liv? Are you hurt? Are you okay?” Sin peered down at me, his heavy breath on my face and concern in his narrowed eyes.
Sin inspected me.
“I’m okay,” I whispered.
“What the hell were you thinking, darling?” Saint brushed the hair away from my eyes. “Why did you stop in the middle of the street?”
“I was running to find you.” I breathed heavily, reaching out to touch each of their faces. “And I heard motorcycles, thinking it was you.”
Sin smiled at me, and his dark hair dangled down while I brushed it back. “That was us, sweetheart. We were coming to find you. ”
“You were?” I whispered, tears in my eyes.
“Yes. We’ll always hunt you, no matter where you decide to go,” Saint answered with a gentle brush of his lips against my cheek. “We’ll never let you fucking escape us because we belong with you.”
Sin kissed my other cheek. “We love you so damn much, Liv, but you need to stop fucking with us. You’ve made our souls whole. Our damaged hearts need you more than the blood seeping through our veins.”
Sin and Saint pulled back to peer down at me while each man caressed a hand on either side of my face. My eyes closed as I took in their touch, and I locked this moment away in my heart. It was a second I never thought I’d experience again.
My faith in the Lord was bleak, but at this moment, I was blessed. Happy to be alive, excited for life, and full of unmistakable love.
“Stop denying us.” Saint ran his finger down to my neckline and he traced the skin.
“Tell us you’ll be with us, little obsession…” Sin ran his thumb across my lips. “Let us in.”
Without hesitation, I opened my mouth while Sin groaned, and he pushed his finger inside of my wet hole. Inch by inch, he went deeper, and my panties were wet with arousal in an instant. He knew my body better than I did, and he understood which buttons to press.
Slowly, Saint curled his fingers around my neck, and he squeezed me tight. I didn’t gasp for air because I realized he’d always let me breathe again. I didn’t have to fear him.
My eyes bulged, and I blinked tears, but I didn’t fight my ghosts. I had finished running and trying to escape the feelings that consumed me every damn day. I was theirs and they were mine.
“Let go of her!” someone yelled behind us. “I’m calling the police.”
Sin popped his thumb out of my mouth.
“Dumb bitch,” Sin rumbled under his breath and reached around. “Give me that.”
Sin yanked the cell phone out of her hand.
“Hey!” she exclaimed.
Sin crushed the device in half with a crack and glared back at her. Startled, she took a step back. A low grumble worked up in his chest as the sound vibrated up his throat and released out of him like a savage animal who wouldn’t share its meal.
Sin widened his eyes and said one word, “Boo.”
The woman screamed.
She jumped and ran in the opposite direction.
Laughter followed her, and I knew all too well how menacing these men could be.
She should continue to run because Sin and Saint didn’t care about her.
They only devoted themselves to me, and if she had pushed them, she’d have suffered the consequences.
Unless I stopped them—I held that power over them.
Sometimes.
My devilish men turned their attention back to me while I squirmed. I only fidgeted because I needed to breathe and my lips were parted, awaiting air. My nose took in small whiffs while my nostrils flared.
“Come with us.” Saint yanked me forward by the throat into a seated position and let go of me.
“Fuck!” I choked, rubbing my neckline. “Did you have to be so goddamn rough?”
“Last time I checked, you liked that.” Sin grabbed the back of my head, and he pulled me into him. “You’re no damn delicate flower, sweetheart.”
“True. So don’t fuck with me,” I shot back.
“Oh, we plan to screw with every hole you have, Liv.” Sin ran a hand down my body until he stopped right at my pussy. “Starting with this pretty cunt and stretching those thighs wide open.”
Sin rubbed my clit once, twice, in a circular motion. I whimpered. Immediately, he stopped his intoxicating friction and walked away from me.
“No, please, don’t stop,” I begged him.
“You want more?” Saint questioned.
I whispered, “Always. ”
Sin came back with a helmet in his hand.
“Then we want a confession, Liv.” Saint walked toward me, and I took a step back. “It’s now or never.”
My phantoms cornered me until I had nowhere else to go and my back hit a brick wall. My breathing escalated at the idea of getting onto a motorcycle, but I had to prove I trusted them. They wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.
“Do you love us?” Sin asked me.
“I do.” I stared at each man directly in their eyes, and my devotion to them poured out of my soul. “I love you both so much.”
“Prove it.” Sin shoved the helmet into my chest. “Ride off into the night with us, and we’ll chase you through the forest. Let us hunt you down, kicking, screaming, and begging us to fuck you bare.”
Saint raised an eyebrow. “Are you in, darling?”
I let my hair down and put the helmet on my head. “I’m in.”