All Chapters of Their Deadly Obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Reid hums in agreement, his hands smoothing down my thighs, gripping and spreading me wider. “So we’ll play while they watch. We know how much an audience turns you on.” There’s nothing slow about the way Reid’s fingers tease over my entrance, parting my slick folds, barely touching.. just enough to make me whimper. “Already so wet,” he murmurs, his thumb circling my clit without ever giving me the pressure I crave. Drew chuckles, cupping my breasts, thumbs flicking and rolling my nipples until I arch off the bed. “Look at you,” he muses, grip tightening. “So fucking desperate and we haven’t even started yet.” I whimper, squirming against their teasing touches. “Please—” Reid tuts, dragging his fingers lower and spreading my wetness, but refusing to push inside. “Please what?” he mocks, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, so close to where I need him. “Use your words, baby.” I bite my lip, pride warring with need. But when Drew pinches my nipple harder and Reid’s breath ghosts

AUSTIN The room was quiet. Too quiet. Andrea’s breathing had evened out, her body soft and pliant between us. Her sleepy confession still hung heavy in the air, sinking deep into the silence. My fingers twitched against the sheets, slowly tracing up her arm, grounding myself in her warmth. I think I love you. The words kept replaying in my head, settling somewhere deep inside me.. somewhere I didn’t know how to reach, somewhere I didn’t know how to name. None of us spoke at first. Not while her breathing stayed steady and her body remained boneless with exhaustion. But I could feel the tension building, pressing against the edges of the silence. “She was half-asleep,” Reid murmured eventually, voice low. “She didn’t mean it.” No one answered. Because we all knew that wasn’t true. Andrea didn’t say things she didn’t mean. Even half-conscious, even exhausted, even lost in the haze we’d put her in, she meant it. Killian shifted beside me, his fingers still resting on her hip. Hi

ANDREA I wake slowly to warmth. To steady breathing surrounding me. To tangled sheets, lingering heat, and the comforting weight of bodies pressed close against mine. My fingers curl weakly into the blankets, brushing soft fabric and even softer skin. Beneath my palm, a heartbeat pulses steadily. Slow. Strong. Real. I stay still for a moment longer, unwilling to break whatever this is. Because my words from last night still linger heavily in the air between us. I think I love you. The confession wraps around me like smoke, impossible to escape, impossible to ignore. Reid’s fingers twitch lightly against my waist before stroking absentmindedly along my skin, sending warmth curling low in my stomach. Killian’s hand rests loosely near my ankle, grounding me with his quiet presence. And Drew— Drew’s awake already. I know it from the subtle shift of his body behind mine, from the warm breath grazing the back of my neck. For several seconds, nobody says anything. The

Logan Elisha Stone walks ahead of me, leisurely, like we're just two old friends parting ways after a pleasant evening. Like he wasn't just sitting in my kitchen, throwing veiled threats and riddles at Andrea. Like he doesn't know exactly how close I am to wringing his neck. I don't say a word as I lead him outside. The night is cold, the air crisp with the kind of silence that feels too still. My pulse beats steady, but my patience is wearing thin. I stop just before the tree line, nodding toward the road. "You'll meet us here tomorrow. Same time." Elisha hums, looking around, as if admiring the scenery. "And if I don't?" I exhale through my nose, already tired of this. "Then I will find you. And kill you." He grins, slow and lazy. "A lot of faith you have in me right now. I could run. Sell you out. Make a nice little deal for myself." I don't hesitate. "You won't." Elisha tilts his head, intrigued now. "And how are you so sure?" I meet his gaze, my voice calm. "Be

AndreaLogan is asleep.His breathing is slow and steady, like the storm inside him has finally gone still. His lips are parted just slightly, lashes dark against his cheeks, his expression completely unguarded. I've never seen him like this.No tension in his jaw. No fire behind his eyes. Just calm. And somehow, it's more intimate than anything we did last night.I let my eyes linger on him, tracing the shape of his shoulders, the strength in the curve of his arms, the way the early light softens the hard edges of his body. His chest rises and falls with each breath, the sheets barely clinging to his waist. One arm is thrown across the bed like he forgot he was ever trying to hold the world up.His hair's a mess, flattened in some places and sticking up in others from my hands, from sleep, from everything. His lips are swollen, my fault, and his neck is mottled with bruises I left there, like proof that I was here. That I touched something untouchable.God, he's beautiful. In the kin