Page 38 of Pretty Little Psycho

He lets me go and steps back. “Don’t flatter yourself. That was me reminding you who’s in fucking charge of your traitorous little body.”

I slide away from him and back up toward the main doors. “I’m in charge of my body. No one else. And you can’t stop me from leaving.” Even as I say it out loud, I don’t really believe it.

He clenches his fists but doesn’t take another step. “Go back to The Nest, Firecracker. You’re going to need all the rest you can get.”

I laugh as a crazed sensation takes hold of me. “Oh, I will. But only to pack my bags. Fuck this school and everyone in it. I’m going back to Wickford Hollow in the morning.”

A flicker of light bounces off his body. Are his tattoos glowing?

“We’ll see about that,” he whispers.

I don’t walk but sprint through the forest. And I don’t stop until I’m inside the elevator heading back up to my room.

When I walk in, Villette and Libra are both passed out on the couch amidst a mess of wine bottles, candy wrappers, and weed gummies. An ache twists in my chest. The scene reminds me of all my girls’ nights back home with Bailey.

I throw a blanket over each of them and head to my room to pack. If I don’t get the fuck out of here tomorrow, this place will ruin me even more than it already has.

Riot

I pace around the parking lot while I wait for Valentin to finish tampering with Maureen’s car. She can’t leave either way, but this will send a clear message—we own you, Firecracker, and we can do whatever we want.

Atlas perches on the trunk, chuckling at me. “You all right, man? Looks like you’re about to pop a vein in your neck.”

I glare at him. “Am I all right? Fuck you, Atlas.”

Valentin pokes his head out from underneath the hood. “Done. I cut the fuel line, so our little slut won’t be going anywhere unless it’s on foot.”

Atlas hops off the car and pats me on the back. “Now, wouldn’t that be fun? Stalking her through the woods… I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

Valentin clenches his jaw as he runs a hand through his jet-black locks. “If you really think her blood will end your curse, then let’s get it and be done with her.”

A little tremor slides down my shaft. I want to punish her. Torture her. “No. Not until we’ve had some fun. She’s fucking aching for our cocks. I can smell it on her. Don’t you want to make her cry and cum at the same time?”

Atlas licks his lips and lets out a little whimper. “Mmm, yeah. I want to play with her first before we get rid of her.”

I look at Val, and I can see he’s warring with himself. There’s not an ounce of compassion in his bones. He was raised to be hardened, vicious, and cold. But he likes to stick his cock in tight wet pussy just like the rest of us.

His eyes darken except for the tiny swirl of light that dances around his pupils. A flicker of electricity skates up his arms, casting a glow against his tattoos. “Once I go down that road, there’s no stopping me, Riot. I’ll fucking break her and make her lose her mind.”

“Good,” I quip. “She deserves nothing less.”

Atlas chuckles. “So, what’s our first move?”

I slide my hand across the hood of Maureen’s car, imagining it’s the smooth of her back. I slam my hand down hard on the metal and the whole car jerks, immediately deflating all four tires. “We wait.”

“Wait for what?” Atlas asks. “I’m horny as fuck. Why can’t we drag her out of bed right now?”

“Because we need to give her the illusion that her bed is safe… for now.” I can’t help but smile as I say this.

Valentin nods. “She’ll seek us out the second she sees her car. Like the perfect prey, she’ll fall right into our laps, and we won’t have to lift a fucking finger.”

“Oh, I’ll be lifting some fingers inside her fucking pussy,” Atlas drawls.

We all will. There is something so addictive about hating her. The more my anger spreads, the more it turns me on. The other girls at Tenebrose bore the fuck out of me. They are always so eager, so fucking sweet and sugary. They bat their eyelashes and open their legs with a snap of my fingers.

But not our firecracker… She fucking hates us. And it fuels me. Her anger and resistance is what keeps me hooked. It keeps me in a constant state of craving that nothing can quench. Not even her. It’s never enough. Every time I get around her, I’m consumed. I want to devour every fucking piece of her.

I look up at the full moon and release a deep breath. “Let’s get back before its power wanes. We need to make a sacrifice for our new sigils.”

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