Page 7 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Their Universe

Liv

I simply stared down at his hand. He waited a few seconds before he took the hint that I had no interest in a handshake. This asshole must be fucking crazy. Either that or he was completely desensitized from everything he had done while working for the Pitrones.

“Li—” I didn’t get to finish the introduction because he blew smoke in my face and sent me into a coughing fit. “Fuck!”

The aroma of his stogie smelled good, but the smoke didn’t.

“I know your name already, Miss Valencia…” Zane muttered and grabbed my forearm. “Just screwing with you.”

He pulled me in close, and I could see the fire in his smoky eyes.

The swirl of something dangerous sent a chill through my bones.

He caught me by surprise. Not from the threat he posed to my life, but from something else.

An aspect to Zane I couldn’t explain. He hid something deep inside, this much I knew, and he left that awareness tingling down to my toes.

No one should mess with this dude, but here I was, being dragged from my dungeon in his master’s fortress.

“Let go of me, jerk,” I seethed.

His quick release surprised me after I tugged at his grip on my arm until he let me go. I expected him to hold on to me until the bitter end and instead, Zane pushed me forward in front of him. I had the urge to run free.

“Don’t even think about it.” Zane pointed a gun at my backside.

Was this guy a fucking psychic?

No. It was a natural reaction for anyone held captive to take any chance they had of freedom. He’d probably seen a lot of victims, not only me, and watched many succumb to their gruesome fate at the hands of his boss.

I almost was sorry for him. Not. Since he got himself entangled with the mob.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I have no fucking clue where I am,” I shot back with sass.

God. I had a big fucking mouth .

I should’ve learned my lesson when I got mixed up with Sin and Saint.

Mouthing back never got me anywhere except into trouble.

But now I see their torturous ways weren’t anything like this.

I had never felt more alone in my entire life, and I wanted them back.

I craved their darkness and wanted it to swallow me whole and never let go.

I needed them to find me and bring me home to them.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way,” Zane muttered in a low husky tone and poked me with the barrel of his weapon. “Move.”

I did as instructed and walked forward while Zane followed closely behind, carrying the bucket by the handle. We walked down the hallway I had seen through the hole in the wall. I had wondered where it would lead, and I was about to find out, but for some strange reason, that frightened me.

The unknown left me uneasy, and I almost wanted to head back to my prison, away from the uncertainty. There, I had been shielded from danger and protected by those walls. I fought against the fear with strength and forced my wobbling legs to continue on.

A screwed up mix of emotions stirred through me as I took in the gray walls with crown moldings.

I expected this fortress to be as cold and desolate as my confinement, but it wasn’t.

The luxurious corridor housed a library, an art room displaying paintings, a theater, and many other areas whose purposes I didn’t understand.

The space was massive, and even if I broke free, I’d get lost in here.

Only destined to be found by one of Preston’s thugs he had roaming the hallways.

Embarrassment crept up my spine as each armed man we passed peered at me with barely anything on. Their eyes burned my skin as pupils roamed over me like I was fresh meat, ripe for the taking. I was sure if Zane was with me, they wouldn’t pounce.

Unfortunately, Zane was the only thing protecting me from these animals, and he fucking knew it. I threw glances back at him, a smug-ass smirk on his face as we walked past and men whistled at me. He’d made vulgar remarks, which made me want to hurt him.

God, I wanted to punch Zane right in the face.

We got to a space which resembled a garage, and I searched around, only to realize there was no way out except the way we’d come.

I stopped, but Zane pushed me forward. I supposed I could escape out the garage doors, but I had no clue where the switch was.

Not a single vehicle was in sight, but there were tire treads on the cement floor, and the smell of gasoline was strong .

Two men stepped out from behind a big stack of used tires. One held a hose while the other stared at me with hunger in his eyes. Bile collected in my throat. I was trapped, with Zane behind me and these other two in front of me. I wouldn’t be able to fight them all off if I tried.

“She’s here as the boss instructed…” Zane announced and put his gun back in his waistband. “You’re up.”

“I think we’re going to have fun.” The man with the starved gaze moved forward, licking his lips.

Disgusting pig.

“We’re ready to get her all nice and wet. Right, baby?”

Panicked, I backed up and Zane’s solid chest stopped me.

I stared up at him, wide-eyed, and I swear I saw concern, but it was gone in the blink of an eye.

He pushed me off him like I meant nothing, and I tripped, falling to the ground.

The impact knocked the wind out of me, and my skinned knees throbbed with pain.

Zane stomped toward the men and warned them, “Clean her up. That’s it. Got it?”

One nodded.

The other raised his hands. “Relax. We get it.”

Zane rumbled a small growl of annoyance before he turned around and left with my bucket.

He didn’t even look at me cowering on the cement as he passed by after his rough mistreatment.

Strangely enough, I wished he’d stay. Sure, he wasn’t nice, but he wasn’t as overly mean as the rest of the bunch I had encountered.

Something about that guy stood out from all the others, and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

My attention turned back to the two men I had been left with, and I sized up each one.

They were both brawny motherfuckers who I imagined were jacked up from steroids.

One wore an unflattering shirt with foliage on it like he was about to go on a Hawaiian cruise, while the other wore a silky purple shirt.

Both had tight black jeans on and had bling on each of their fingers, for Christ’s sake!

These idiots wore more jewelry than I had ever owned.

The man with the vacation shirt nodded at me. “Why don’t you lose the undies?”

“No,” I argued.

I stood up off the ground and wrapped my arms around myself. Exposure, vulnerability, and degradation left me far too weak. I wasn’t getting naked with these assholes anywhere near me. They’d have to make me.

“Fine,” the other man said as he stepped toward me and reached out to grab me with his greedy hands. “I’ll gladly do it.”

I threw a punch, hitting him right in the nose .

“Fucking bitch!” he groaned in pain.

He slapped me. The blunt force sent me flying backward onto my ass.

Seething, he glared down at me with a slight tinge of blood trickling down from his nose.

My strike didn’t faze him, but his blow to my face made me dizzy, and I didn’t realize he had grabbed a fistful of my hair until more pain set in.

The agony of several roots leaving my scalp made me yelp, and he yanked me up off the cement.

“We told you to get undressed!” the other man roared as he tore my bra off and exposed my breasts to them.

“No! I don’t—” I never got to finish because the man struck me again.

This time, I got a punch to my abdomen, but he held me up by my hair.

The blow took the wind right out of me, and I came back gasping for breath through the pain.

Uncontrollably, tears fell down my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop them.

The agony was far too great and black dots danced in my line of sight.

Another yank to my hair as he pulled my face back to stare at me in the eyes. “Take off your dirty underwear.”

His order fell flat. I wouldn’t listen to them, no matter how hard they tried.

I knew if I did, they’d rape me and if I didn’t, they’d still do whatever they wanted to me.

Once Zane left the room, I knew his threat meant shit to them.

These two assholes would force me to do anything they wanted, but I wouldn’t let them get away with it that easily.

“Hold her still, Steve!” one shouted as he reached for the elastic band of my underwear.

“No!” I yelled as loudly as I could, and I thrashed my legs.

One foot connected with his junk, and he cursed. The cuss echoed throughout the room, but I didn’t stop fighting. I kicked, screamed, and was close to biting the man holding me by the hair. But my resistance was no use once Steve sprayed me with the cold water from the hose.

Stunned, I had my panties ripped off by those two fucking scumbags who laughed at me.

Their evil snickers made me weak as they let go of me and hosed me down right in front of them.

The force of the spray bit at my tender flesh.

The chill of the water made me hyperventilate, and I wrapped my arms around myself.

I had nowhere to go as they doused me like a wild animal with the spray until their torment finally stopped.

“There. The bitch is clean,” Steve groaned as he moved toward me and unzipped his jeans. “But I don’t think she’s wet enough yet.”

Steve pulled out his dick, and he was disgustingly rock hard.

He stroked himself, making me sick to my stomach as bile collected in my throat, and I held the puke back to think straight.

I bit my lip, desperately trying to come up with a way out of this, but the other guy in the shitty vacation shirt blocked my only way out.

They locked me into a cramped space with each of them in front of me and a workbench behind me.

I had nowhere to go.