Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

She has feelings for both of us. Her obsessive tendencies haven’t left even though she’s been trying to harness them for years. They are still there, bubbling under the surface.

She cares about us. Maybe even loves us. At the very least, she’s beginning to obsess about us. That much is clear. And that can’t happen. She can’t have both of us. Eventually, she will have to choose. Not just between us but a chance at life again beyond her obsession with us.

27

Matteo

Me and my stupid games within the game. I don’t like sharing Nina—not with my brother, not anyone. So, why the hell did I bring up the idea of her fucking us for questions?

Because I was thinking with my cock instead of my head—as usual.

The only pleasure the new rule brings me is that it must be making Arlo fucking mad to have to share her with me. He’s never admitted that he has any feelings toward her, but I know that he does. How could he not?

I have fucking feelings toward her. I want her all to myself. I want to care for her. I want to own her. I want to love her even. But I have no idea how to get out of this ridiculous mess that we are in to make any of my feelings come true. I’m afraid that, no matter how this works out, I’m going to lose her.

I’m not okay with that. I won’t let her lose her life because I care about her. I don’t have any idea how to save her, but I want to save her. Almost as much as I want to win the game that my brother and I play.

I already know that Nina left my bed hours ago, but still, I glance over to her spot in my bed, hoping that she is there.

She isn’t.

I groan. What’s the point of getting out of bed then if she isn’t going to be here?

She’

s probably chasing my fucking brother. I hear a knock on the main door to my quarters. I groan again. Guess she’s not off, fucking my brother. Because I’m sure it’s my damn brother at the door, coming to complain that I didn’t do something right or that I should be practicing shooting or working out or training or preparing the team for our next meeting in case it involves the use of firearms, as they all inevitably end up.

I don’t want to deal with him today. I’m already as prepared as I’m going to be for our next fight. If we are smart, we will lay low for a while before we try to push any further. They are our biggest enemies for a reason. We need time to recover, and as much as Arlo thinks he is invincible, he’s not. He needs to heal before we try to negotiate with them again.

When the knocking gets louder, I finally roll out of bed. The man never sleeps. If I’d gotten shot in the stomach, I would be out cold, recovering, for at least a week. Not my fucking brother though. He doesn’t believe in rest.

I continue to grumble to myself until I get to the door and throw it open.

My annoyance changes to joy when I see Nina standing in the doorway instead of Arlo.

“You know you don’t need to knock before entering, right? You have practically made my quarters yours. Just come in. I was in bed. You can join me if you want?”

She smiles, and her whole body lights up. I haven’t seen her this happy or healthy in a long time. A good fuck and couple of days of rest have done wonders for her.

“If I were here to fuck you, I would have just let myself in.”

I frown, not liking this at all. “Why are you here?”

“You owe me an answer to a question, if I recall.”

I sigh and nod, letting her in.

“Do you want to put some clothes on?” she asks, staring down at my naked body.

“No.”

She laughs. “Put some clothes on.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.”