Page 22 of Deadlier Obsessions

He freezes, his glare softening as he sees my tears, and silence falls in the room. I hadn’t realised the others were screwing too, but the silence is new, telling me there was other noise before that I just wasn’t registering.

“Baby? What did I do?”

“Is she okay?” Stella asks, and suddenly I feel like everyone’s watching me, and it makes it so much worse. I’m the depraved whore my parents called me. I shouldn’t have enjoyed what Stella did, and I shouldn’t enjoy any of this.

“Let me up,” I gasp, but Mav’s already moving, his face now more concerned than anything else. I know he loves me, but he’s part of the depravity, and now I’m feeling like my parents have been right about me all along. They saw what I didn’t, and I really should be ashamed of my behaviour. I scramble away from Mav, and run from the room, but I have no idea where to go to escape from myself, because it’s impossible. I’m the one person I’ll always be stuck with.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MAV

Fuck. I’m clearly not the man I used to be, because I’ve never been affected by a woman’s tears, but making Lucy cry is not my proudest moment. Was I hate fucking her? I kind of was, but it wasn’t about her. It was honestly a culmination of everything. Getting sucked off by two dudes when I’m not gay. And yes, I’m aware that I sound just like fucking Pretty Boy, but I actually mean it. And then watching Stella make Lucy come like I’m certain I never have. I needed to remind her that she’s mine and I’m not letting her go. If she decides she likes pussy more than dick, well, too fucking bad. Both women mean a great deal to me, but there’s something about Lucy that I can’t fucking live without. We all are happy together. But if we can’t work out this jealousy shit, we’re going to lose them both.

Three sets of wide eyes stare at me as I tell them, “I’m going to talk to her.”

Stella looks conflicted, like she’s wondering if it should be me or her that goes to Lucy.

I hold my hand up to tell her to stop, and she nods. “I fucking broke it and I’ll be the one to fix it.”

I expect her to be upset since she has already been crying. I can even handle an angry chick throwing shit at me, yeah, it’s happened a time or two in my life. The one thing I can’t fucking handle is what’s now before my eyes. Lucy has a bag sitting on the bed, and she sniffles with her back to me, as she shoves shit into it. Is she leaving me? Leaving us? I should be asking why,but my brain is in panic mode, as I consider all the ways I can prevent her from leaving. Fuck. What have we done?

We kidnapped her, did depraved shit to her, and then fucking brought her home? It has never been easier for her to decide she doesn’t want this than it is right now. This fucking trip was a goddamn mistake.

“Lucy,” I bark out in a far more harsh tone than I intend, and she jumps and spins around with her hand over her chest. “Mav, you scared me.”

Should she be scared? Maybe a bit because I’m a man desperate to keep her, and I will stop at nothing to make that happen.

“Going somewhere, baby?”

Her wide eyes go from me to the door, then back to me as I chuckle. “You can try, but I guarantee my legs are faster.”

She grabs the hem of her shirt, rubbing on the stitching feverishly. “Mav, you have to let me go.”

Those words from her do nothing to ease the panic rising in my chest. “Why would I do that?”

A tear runs down her cheek. “This isn’t normal, Mav. My parents were right.”

This is about those fuckers? You’ve got to be kidding me. I wouldn’t have let Gage or Sebastian kill them, but if they cost me Lucy, that will be it. I’m not Gage, I don’t take murder lightly. As far as I’m concerned, taking her from me is the worst crime any person can commit.

“Lucy, I’m going to need you to explain.”

She lowers herself to sit on the bed, and stares at the picture of a field of wildflowers on the wall. “I was a good girl, Mav, before this, and this isn’t me. I don’t want to be the whore you three have turned me into. I want something real. A husband, children.”

Her words, ‘I want something real,’ echo in my head repeatedly like a taunt.

I’m quiet for about thirty seconds before I snap, “Is this not fucking real? Goddamn it, Lucy. What are we to you? A fucking game?”

STELLA

Mav said he went to fix whatever was wrong with Lucy, but when I hear his booming voice, I begin to become concerned.

“Is this not fucking real? Goddamn it, Lucy. What are we to you? A fucking game?”

I glance at Gage and Sebastian, who sit on the bed with a look of dread plastered on their faces.

I need to make sure she’s okay. Walking out into the hallway, both my men follow me as I hear Mav’s pained voice again.

He chuckles loudly, but it’s not sincere, it’s angry. “Was this your revenge? Make the dumb big guy fall hopelessly in love with you and ditch him? You showed me, didn’t you? I guess I deserve it after what I did to you.”

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