Page 25 of Pretty Little Psycho

She hesitates for a second before spreading her thighs apart in the mud. It takes all my restraint not to pounce on her. But I want to take my time and savor this. “You still have that knife on you, Firecracker.”

Maureen huffs. “Yes. Would you like me to stab you with it?”

I snicker. “Give it to me.”

“It’s in my purse.”

I give her a look, and she huffs again before pulling the blade out of her ridiculously tiny handbag. She slaps the blade in my expectant hand. “Is this where you cut me up into little pieces, you weirdo?”

This mouth on her. Fuck. “Not yet. Your clothes first.” I grab the side of her panties and slip the blade underneath. “Let’s start with these. Hold very still.”

I press the flat of the blade against her slit and a little whimper spills from her lips. She’s just as fucking turned on as I am. As I jam the tip of the blade through her panties and begin slicing through each lacy thread, her wetness pools against my fingers. I’m not even touching her yet.

“Look at that needy pussy, crying for me.” I jerk the knife all the way down until her moist panties are split wide open. Her juices trickle down her legs.

I told her it wasn’t a game but that’s exactly what this is. And I am already winning.

Maureen

There are moments in life where you have to ask yourself, what did I do to deserve this? Oh, yeah, I murdered someone once. My karma is pretty fucked. But I’ve never been a liar. The fact that I’m being punished for something I didn’t even do, makes it sting so much more.

But as I lay here in the mud with my panties ripped open, it doesn’t feel like punishment. It’s dark and dirty and Valentin is certifiably unhinged, but my traitorous pussy is loving every fucking minute of it. The fact that he knows it, pisses me off more.

He balls my panties into his fist and shoves them in his pocket. “They say the soil here can wash away one’s sins. It seeps with bone dust and the tears of angels.”

Fuck, he’s crazy. I shiver in the cold mud as we lock eyes. “It feels just like regular old mud to me,” I hiss. And it’s currently making its way up my ass as I sink farther into it.

Valentin rocks back on his heels. “Let’s find out, shall we? I want you to paint yourself with it.”

I snicker. “Fuck, no. I’m not rubbing dirt all over my body.” I start to get up, but he shoves me back down.

“Do it or there will be consequences.”

Fuck.

I sigh and scoop some up in my hand. “You really need therapy.”

He leans forward, baring his teeth. “This is my fucking therapy. Start with your pretty pink nipples.”

My hands shake as I pull my top down, the cold air instantly pebbling my nipples. I drop a glop of mud on my chest and begin smearing it around my breasts.

“Yeah, there you go. Get nice and dirty for me.”

Something about the ache in his voice and the feral look in his eyes makes my pussy clench, sending a tingle to my core. Fuck. Why is this turning me on?

“You like that don’t you?” He presses his palms against my thighs and spreads me wider. “Mmm, so wet. Fucking glistening. But still too clean. I like my pussy filthy.”

Oh, fuck. A rush of spasms flutters through my belly as I watch him devour me with his eyes. Do I really care what these people think of me? Maybe I should just call it quits now and leave.

He arches an eyebrow at me. “Having second thoughts, Firecracker? Shall I drive you out of town so you can go back to your whore mom and alcoholic father?”

Rage billows inside me, hotter than fire. I scoop up another heap of mud and smash it against my belly. “You’re disgusting.”

His fingers start to burn my skin as he digs deeper into my thighs. That’s not normal, right? It’s like they’re on fire. “And you like it,” he sneers. “But you’re close to severely pissing me off. Now fucking do it.”

“Yes, sir,” I hiss. I smear the mud down my slick pussy and thighs, rubbing it lightly so as not to actually get it inside me.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Valentin barks.

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