Page 24 of Pretty Little Psycho

I catch her scent again on the path up ahead. She’s naïve to think she can walk back to the dorms by herself at this hour. She’ll learn soon enough. I’m practically salivating with each sway of her tight little ass. The way it moves under the purpose and guidance of her strut. I get an eyeful of her tattoos under the moonlight—flowers and lace and filigree that twist around her ankles, up her creamy white thighs, and then disappear under her skirt. I want to rip the fabric clean off her, so I can see the rest. Right before I stretch that tight pussy around my dick.

As we move deeper into the woods, she uses her phone flashlight to illuminate the path. But it’s worthless. There are far worse things than not being able to see out here. She should be more afraid of looking decay in the eyes.

I hold my breath when her stiletto heel gets caught in the mud. “Fucking hell,” she curses. I creep closer, my heartbeat and adrenaline racing at the thrill of being so close to her fire. She bends over and digs at the dirt with her fingers. I’m harder than a fucking rock now. Her skirt has inched up, giving me a slight peek at those pillowy ass cheeks.

She grunts and groans as she pulls on her heel to no avail. “Fuck it,” she snaps. With her bare foot out of the shoe, she hobbles on the other one.

I slither up behind her and whisper in her ear, “Need a hand?”

A blood-curdling scream rips from her throat as she tries to spin on one foot and topples over. Her ass hits the ground with a sploosh and sends mud flying out in every direction. She glares up at me as I smirk. “Fuck. You scared the crap out of me, Valentin. What are you doing, stalking me?”

I kneel down next to her and drag a finger through the mud. She flinches as I smear a chunk of it across her cheek. “Yes,” I state.

Her chest heaves. She’s completely stuck in the mud with no way out. “What do you want?” There’s a quiver in her voice that sounds more carnal than afraid. And it turns me on way too fucking much.

“For you to be a good little girl for me.” I smear her other cheek with more mud and then pinch her trembling lower lip between my fingers. “We can help each other.”

Her throat bobs. “How?”

I drag my finger down her neck. “You’ll let me do whatever I want to you… and in return, I won’t share your dirty little secret with the whole school. It would be a shame to be labeled a slut and a liar.”

Maureen’s eyes widen. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She tries to scoot away, but I grab her ankles and hold them down.

“I did some digging today. Turns out not a single Blackwell has ever heard of you. Riot already hates you, but he might actually kill you if he finds out you are pretending to be someone else.” I lick my lips, satisfied with the way her face pales and her hands shake. “You’ll lose your seat at the fucking table.”

For a second she almost looks relieved, and I’m worried that she’s going to call my bluff. “I didn’t lie,” she snaps. “I am a Blackwell. It’s just… complicated.”

I don’t care if she is, or she isn’t. But she clearly does. “Classes haven’t even started yet, and you’re already a fucking pain in my ass, Firecracker. A pain that I want to reciprocate. But you have made things a whole lot more interesting.”

I inch my finger down her chest and finger the top of her shirt. “Perception is everything. The people here are fickle and vapid. They will turn on you in a second. Wouldn’t it be a shame if you had to spend your entire time here alone with no friends?”

Her cheeks redden and her jaw ticks. “Why are you doing this to me?”

A little tremor pulses down my shaft. “Because I’ve been bored for so fucking long and now you’re here to entertain me.” I tug gently on the top of her shirt. “Do we have a deal?”

She closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. “How do I know you won’t go blab about me after you do whatever it is you’re going to do to me?”

Mmm, here we go. I knew I had her by the fucking nipples. “You don’t. But if you say no, I’ll hang a sign on you and tie you to that tree, so everyone can come and spit on your lying face.”

“I hate you so much.” Maureen’s fists are clenched, and it makes me even harder at the anticipation of her possibly punching me in the face.

I fist her shirt in my palm and pull her body in close to mine. “Good. Let’s make no mistake about this. I will never care for you. All I want is to use you like the dirty slut you are.”

Her nostrils flare. “Fine. I’ll let you do whatever you want as long as you keep my business out of your mouth… How long will this little arrangement last?”

A sick and twisted idea takes shape in my mind. I shrug. “When you start to bore me. Could be a week or the entire time you’re here.”

Her mouth gapes. “I’ve enrolled for two years, Valentin. What the actual fuck? You are deeply disturbed.”

“You have no idea. First thing I want you to do is watch that fucking mouth of yours.” I pinch her jaw hard between my fingers. “Say, yes sir.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’ve got to be joking.”

Her feistiness sparks something so feral in me, I could cum without even pulling my dick out. “This isn’t a game, Maureen. It’s a deal that can’t be broken. These are hallowed grounds, and you will soon learn that oaths are forever until the devil releases you. Say it.”

All sarcasm and grit leave her face. “Yes, sir,” she whispers.

“Good girl. Now, open your legs for me.”

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