Page 8 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Their Universe

Liv

“ C ome on, baby, touch me,” Steve demanded as he grabbed my hand and forced me to do as he wanted.

I resisted. “Fuck off.”

I’d rather have clawed his genitals until they bled.

“No can do,” the other said as he groped my tit, and I lost it.

I scratched at his face—dug my claws in until he screamed like a girl. He bled as if he were a bitch, and I enjoyed every moment of his suffering. Until Steve got ahold of my wrists and pulled me flush against him. He trapped my hands behind my back and pressed his cock against my backside. Shit.

“Bitch!”

A slap forced my head sideways. Pain radiated there and a metallic taste hit my palate.

The asshole had busted my lip. I spat at him, which only made him more furious.

He grabbed my head, forcing me down as he undid his zipper, and I panicked.

I tried to move but only made my position worse with my ass directly in the line of fire as Steve’s throbbing dick grazed the crevice between my butt cheeks.

He was going to ram his cock in dry, right where it should never be.

I screamed for my life. A blood-curdling cry for help, but I knew no one would come. No one would hear me. No one cared.

“Hey!” a voice rang out from nearby. “Preston won’t tolerate you messing with the merchandise.”

The man holding my head released me, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

The terror subsided, but I knew I wasn’t out of this yet.

I peered up to see Knoxlee, her hair pinned back with one braid tucked into the side of her blond hair.

She was kick-ass in black leather leggings and a slick leather jacket.

“Fuck off, Knoxlee, and mind your business!” Steve shouted, still eager to stick his cock in my hole.

“He won’t be happy about this,” Knoxlee admitted, and her green eyes locked on mine.

“But now I’m all pent up with sexual frustration from watching a naked chick,” Steve admitted as he let go of my wrists and motioned to his dumbass sidekick. “I think we deserve a reward. Ain’t that right, buddy?”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a nod.

He resembled a drunk buffoon.

“Let her go. You’ve done your job.” Knoxlee didn’t back down.

Silently, I thanked her. She was my saving grace in all of this, my anchor within a hurricane. Sturdy, present, my lifeline.

Slowly, I sidestepped to the left, hoping to get out of danger, but the guy in the tourist shirt stopped me, placing his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off, and he smirked wickedly. He found my torment amusing, and I wanted to hit him again.

He mouthed, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“What the fuck do you expect me to do about this?” Steve pointed at his erection.

Knoxlee shrugged. “Get your buddy here to blow you off.”

I snorted. Knoxlee was right. They could blow each other, and we could walk out of here without being raped.

“Or you could do that for me,” Steve announced confidently. “You do it for Phoenix, and you can do it for us, too.”

Steve moved away from me. Each step brought me more relief. Knoxlee was his new target, but I couldn’t stand here and watch him terrorize her. She didn’t choose to be violated. I knew this much to be true because she was here to save me, and I’d do the same for her.

Slowly, step by step, Knoxlee backed up and drew the attention away from me.

The way out was to her left, and all she had to do was make a run for it and leave me here to endure violence at the hands of greedy men.

They were hungry, their egos bigger than their puny dicks, and they had a thirst for power.

“Phoenix owns me. I’m sold to him,” Knoxlee argued with an attitude as she shook her head, face-to-face with a madman. “Not you. The second he hears about this he’ll—”

“He’ll what?” Steve interrupted with a shout. “Kill me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, glaring with fire in her emerald eyes.

“Well, he won’t know, since he’s not even here.

” Steve breathed heavily as he reached out to touch her cheek, and he trailed the tips of his fingers down to her lips.

“He left you. Again. His little whore he uses at his discretion. Whenever he wants and however he wants. But I think it’s time he shares. ”

Knoxlee threw a punch at Steve, but he was too powerful.

He caught her by the fist, covered her entire hand, and bent her arm backward until she let out a yelp.

He let go of her and pushed the top of her head down until she was on her knees, and he gave her no choice but to stare straight at his ugly cock.

“Leave her alone!” I yelled as I stepped forward, but someone pulled me right back.

The other asshole laughed in my ear as he wrapped an arm around my neck and pushed the air from my lungs.

I clawed at his forearm, but he wouldn’t let up.

Instead, a hand groped my breast, kneading the nipple and pinching until tears bit my eyes.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. He withheld my cry of pain as he hurt me and violated me.

Black stars danced in my vision, and I held on to my willpower to stay strong.

I watched in horror as Knoxlee refused to open her mouth, but Steve made her by puckering her lips together and yanking upward on her hair.

The clenched barriers of her teeth widened, and he shoved the tip of himself inside her wet hole.

She cried out in protest and chomped down, only for him to pull his dick out.

Steve laughed. “Feisty little bitch.”

Steve slapped her with his dick. The surprise of his flesh against her cheek made her yelp, and he pressed his palm against her forehead.

He held Knoxlee trapped, her head against a tool bench, while pushing down on her chin.

Her mouth opened as he plunged his thumb inside and pushed down on her bottom teeth.

He pulled her lower jaw down and hunched over her.

He overpowered her to the point she had to conform as she stared wide-eyed at his evil beast. His erect cock dangled in wait to dive in deep.

“That’s right, baby. You like to watch,” the man whispered in my ear as he stopped tugging on my tit, and his hand traveled down to my navel. “I’m going to do the same to you. Fuck your mouth. But right now, I want firsthand experience of this tight pussy.”

He found my pubic bone as he loosened his noose around my neck, and I cried out.

The sound was weak, unrecognizable, and horrific.

Fear wreaked havoc on me as I struggled to escape, but he was too strong.

He held me right where he wanted me against his chest as I gasped for air and his cock dug into my backside.

“No, please, I—” My plea went unnoticed as he slid two fingers down either side of my clit, and I immediately froze.

I don’t know what happened to me, but the willpower I once had to fight was gone.

My soul left me as he rubbed his fingers vigorously against me, and he breathed heavily in my ear.

I didn’t want this. I had no sense of anything—I was numb.

Completely shut off as this man victimized me while I watched someone who came to save me suffer too.

An out-of-body experience as inhumane men full of greed shattered our souls.

“Ah, fuck,” he groaned as three fingers entered my pussy, and he pumped inside. “You’re wet for me, baby.”

Steve stuffed Knoxlee full of himself, and her gag reflex kicked in as he fucked her face.

A knock filled the air as her head beat against the thin metal.

I was nauseous, on the brink of throwing up as the man repeatedly rammed his fingers in between my fragile walls and rubbed my clit with his thumb.

Unfortunately, my body reacted to his vileness, and I was too frail to stop him from what he did next.

He let go of my throat, my lungs learned how to breathe again, and he forced me down by the back of my neck.

Hard. The side of my face pressed into something, causing me pain while his cock was between my ass cheeks.

“No, stop, no, please!” I cried out as soon as I could find my breath.

I pushed up, but he only pressed me back down. I tried again, but he was too strong. He ignored me as I cried, and I tried to get my arms underneath me to get leverage, but he only pinned me harder. I was stuck underneath him with nowhere to go .

“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll be begging for more,” he promised and squeezed my thigh until tears fell from my eyes.

I begged, “Please, please, just let me go back to my room.”

He forced my thighs to spread, and I heard him spit. His wet hand dipped between my legs. The slickness coated my slit, and my eyes widened with fear.

“This is your prison now.”

The tip of his cock was right at my entrance.

Regardless of the horror raging through me, I still tried to wiggle free.

The movement only excited him more as his dick entered me with one hard thrust, and he knocked the wind right out of me.

A ringing filled my ears as he penetrated me, and I cried for him to stop, but I couldn’t hear myself.

I spoke words of refusal because I didn’t want this.

I never wanted this, and I only wanted them.

My phantoms. The men who had blackmailed me, molded me, and made me theirs.

All I ever needed was them, never this. Anything but this.

Suddenly, there’s a loud sound blasting over the ear-splitting ringing in my ears, and I was weightless—no longer pinned by my assailant on top of me.

Instead, he was on the floor with blood seeping into his unfortunate tourist shirt and his eyes wide open with the face of death as he took his last breath.

I blinked in slow motion as red soaked the ground underneath his body, and the reality of my situation came back to me.

I sensed everything again. The throbbing in my head, the aches in my face, my tender nipples, and the swell between my legs.

I was extremely sore but saved. I peered around, certain I’d find Sin and Saint.

They had come for me. My hunters had finally found their prey.