Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)
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Matteo pulls out when he’s finished filling me, and I slowly come down off my high. The second that I do, Arlo starts thrusting again into my pussy.
“I can’t,” I cry, not sure I can come again.
“You can, Nina,” Arlo growls.
The deep growl combined with his thumb on my clit is all I need to start again. I feel myself growing wetter again and climbing with him. Matteo gathers my hair in a ponytail behind my head. Tugging gently as he kisses my neck.
But Arlo is in control now. He fucks me harder than he ever has before. Quickly moving us with a need in his eyes to make me come one last time.
I move to kiss him, but Arlo kisses my neck instead. Matteo grabs my neck and turns me toward him before he kisses my lips.
“Come, Nina,” Arlo commands.
I let go of Matteo’s lips and look deep into Arlo’s eyes.
“Arlo,” I cry out as I come around his dick as his warm cum fills my pussy.
My body is exhausted after I come for the third time tonight. Arlo slowly lifts me off his cock and then lays me down on the bed. Matteo already has a warm washcloth that he uses to wash between my legs before Arlo covers me with warm blankets.
My eyes quickly close from exhaustion as so many things swirl around in my head. Who are these men really? Monsters or lovers? Do they really care about me? Even love me?
Why wouldn’t Arlo kiss me? But Matteo would?
I think back to the first time that Arlo fucked me. Did he kiss me then? Or was it Matteo? I shake my head. Arlo wouldn’t lie. But Matteo might. Or is nothing as it seems?
And why the hell did I think this was better than my freedom?
Because it is, that sneaky voice in my head says.
Maybe it is if I can make them love me. Whether I want to stay or leave, I need them to love me. Or at least one of them.
I have so many questions but no strength left to ask them. I frown slightly as I drift off to sleep. That was their plan all along—to fuck me until I couldn’t do anything but sleep, and then they wouldn’t have to answer any questions.
26
Arlo
I’ve shared women with my brother before but never one I cared if they lived or died. Never one who had captured my soul like Nina has.
I knew that I would have to eventually share her with him. It was one of the reasons that I couldn’t bear for her to be involved in our twisted games. But I at least thought I wouldn’t have to see him fuck her. I never thought I would have to hear her call out his name instead of mine.
The pain was worse than the bullet in my stomach. It was the worst pain I’ve ever felt.
Matteo begins to climb into bed next to her. We are so exhausted that all we need to do is sleep. We could sleep for twenty-four hours straight, and I’m not sure if it would be enough.
“What are you doing?” Matteo asks, eyeing me.
“I have a couple of things to check up on, and then I’ll go get some sleep.”
He rolls his eyes. “We both just fucked her at the same time. My dick was inches from yours. I think we can share a bed with her in the middle.”
I sigh as I look down at Matteo’s oversized king bed. I want nothing more than to curl up next to Nina and pass out for hours even if I do have to share her with my idiotic brother. I don’t give a fuck about having to sleep near my brother. I just can’t. I wish I were like Matteo. I wish I could develop feelings for Nina. Care for her, even love her.
I can’t though.
And, the more time I spend with her, the more I leave my heart open to feeling something that I can’t feel.
I put my underwear and slacks back on.