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  1. OBSESSION
  2. ALPHAHOLES #1
  3. GEMMA WEIR
  4. CONTENTS
  5. WARNING
  6. PROLOGUE
  7. THE BEGINNING
  8. STARLING
  9. THREE YEARS EARLIER
  10. SEBASTIAN
  11. STARLING
  12. SEBASTIAN
  13. STARLING
  14. SEBASTIAN
  15. STARLING
  16. SEBASTIAN
  17. STARLING
  18. THE BEGINNING OF THE END.
  19. STARLING
  20. TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER
  21. SEBASTIAN
  22. STARLING
  23. SEBASTIAN
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  25. SEBASTIAN
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  27. SEBASTIAN
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  38. STARLING
  39. SEBASTIAN
  40. STARLING
  41. EPILOGUE
  42. ONE MONTH LATER
  43. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  44. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  45. ALSO BY GEMMA WEIR
  46. OTHER AUTHORS AT HUDSON INDIE INK

Hunter chokes on air, his eyes going wide with shock as he tries not to look anywhere but at my face.

“Starling,” Sebastian barks, lifting me onto my feet as he stands up, tugging his shirt off and dropping it over my head. “Cover yourself up.”

“Why?” I ask, furrowing my brow exaggeratedly, pushing my arms through the sleeves and covering my bra, then pushing my panties off my hips and bending over in front of Sebastian’s face as I slip them off my feet. “Sebastian always said I smelled good, what do you think, bro?” I ask, throwing my balled-up panties at Evan, hitting him square in the face.

“Starling,” Sebastian shouts, grabbing me and actually shaking me violently.

“This is what you want isn’t it?” I demand, sliding my hand up the back of my shirt and unclasping my bra, before I rip the shirt and bra over my head and drop them to the floor. “The four of you have me here, I’m a prisoner to all of you, I might as well be naked, that way you can all see if I’m worth the effort of holding me hostage. I’ve been told I give a good blow job, and that my pussy’s nice and tight, but if you take turns I imagine by the time whoever goes last slides in I’ll be pretty stretched out,” I say with a smirk.

“Get some fucking clothes on,” Sebastian demands.

“No.”

“Now,” he snaps.

“Why? This is what you want, so here I am, naked and waiting, but if I get to pick, I think I want Hunter to go first, he was nice to me earlier and I think I hate him the least out of the four of you. Is there going to be a rotation? Will it be one day each and then orgies Friday and Saturday and I get the day off on Sundays?”

Yanking my arm out of Sebastian’s grip, I straddle Hunter’s lap and kiss his shocked lips before he has a moment to protest about the naked girl sitting on him. Seeing me kissing his friend must be making Sebastian absolutely crazy, he’s as possessive as they come and I think it stands a chance that he might never speak to Hunter again because my pussy has been pressed against his thighs, my tits against his chest and my tongue in his mouth. I know how much he’ll hate the fact that I just said I wanted anyone but him to fuck me first, that I chose his friend instead of him.

Good, I hope it haunts him, that when he goes to sleep tonight all he can see when he closes his eyes is the girl he’s obsessed with, naked with someone else.

When I’m dragged from Hunter’s lap, it’s with so much force it feels like my shoulder is being ripped from the socket. I hit the floor with a thud, tumbling onto my ass before I fall backward and my head bounces off the hardwood.