Page 48 of Pretty Little Psycho

Shame fills me but also lust. I crave these things from them. As I sit between them with blood and juices running down my thighs, I feel rabid. Deranged. Unhinged. Fuck, I want more.

Atlas chuckles and turns back around. As our eyes meet in the rearview mirror, he proceeds to tie my bloody tampon around it. “Next time, I’ll slide my tongue in there, Firecracker. I bet your blood tastes so fucking sweet.”

Sick fucks. And yet the idea of Atlas’s tongue inside my pussy makes my clit spasm again.

I start to reach for my seatbelt when Valentin stops me. “You won’t be needing that.”

I snicker. “The way he drives? Yes, I think I’ll put it on.”

Riot opens the car door and slides out, dragging me with him. “Thieves also don’t get rides back to campus from the ones she stole a car from.”

No. They wouldn’t. My stomach knots. It’s dark, freezing, and we’re miles away from Tenebrose. And they have my panties. “Riot, please. You can’t make me walk all the way back to campus. I’ll freeze to death.”

Valentin pokes his head out. “Should have thought about that before you fucked with my shit. Besides, I don’t want your fucking blood all over my leather seats.”

I knew Valentin was cruel and heartless but leaving me here is inhumane. “Guys… you have my underwear. You can’t be serious. Riot… Atlas, please.”

“You’re lucky I don’t take all your clothes and make you walk back naked,” Riot snaps.

Atlas chuckles. “Fuck, yeah. I’ll drive slowly behind her just so I can watch.”

They are insane. All three of them.

“So, you did get your lips nice and wet for me. Just like playing the flute, right?” Valentin flashes me a sadistic grin before he ducks back inside the car. I stand there shivering as they drive away and leave me on the side of the road.

Fucking bastards.

Valentin

My cock throbs at the memory of Maureen’s full lips sliding up and down it. The way she pressed her tongue against the tip and sucked while she was getting railed by Riot from behind. It was hot as fuck.

I’m still pissed as all hell that she stole my car but a little impressed. No one has the audacity to fuck with me except for her. Fuck, that turns me on more than I want to admit.

From the moment I laid eyes on Maureen Blackwell, I didn’t like her. She was a fucking annoyance. From the way she gawked at Tenebrose, looking like trailer trash, to her feisty little mouth trying to big-time me in front of everyone in the admissions office. I couldn’t wait to put that slut in her place. Well, I fucking shut her up good tonight.

But a fire thrums through me, a burning that lingers from her touch. Fuck, I hate her for that. So when she starts banging on my door at three in the morning, I’m secretly ecstatic to go another round with her.

“Are you trying to wake up the whole fucking house?” I growl.

Maureen stumbles into my bedroom, a disheveled mess. Blood stains her thighs and fingers, one of the heels of her stilettos is broken, and she has the biggest case of bedhead I’ve ever seen. She’s fucking pissed. Feral. The sight makes my dick throb. I want to devour every inch of her.

“You tampered with my car first. How fucking dare you?” She shoves her finger hard into my chest.

I wrap my hand around it and squeeze, threatening to break it. “Listen, you little fucking psycho, you don’t get to make demands. You’re lucky we showed up when we did. You were about ten seconds away from getting fucked in the ass by your new bar buddy.”

She smirks and tilts her chin up. “Aw, you didn’t like my selfie? That made you real fucking jealous, didn’t it?”

“Don’t push me, Maureen,” I warn. Seeing that asshole all over her struck a nerve. She’s my toy to play with. My fucking slut. And now that I’ve had a taste of her, I want more.

“I like pushing you.” She jabs me in the chest again with her other hand and I grab that one too. I take a step back and pull her with me. She grins and presses her breasts to my chest. “I like pissing you off.” She backs me up against the wall, and I’m seconds away from ripping her clothes off.

I take her bottom lip between my teeth and lightly apply pressure. She trembles against me, releasing a slow quivering breath into my mouth. Mmm, fuck she tastes like the deadliest sin. I dip my tongue inside her mouth and we both gasp.

Fuck. I kiss her hard, our tongues swirling together in a desperate frenzy to consume. She moans into my mouth when I bite down on her lip again, harder this time. “I hate you so fucking much,” I breathe in between kisses.

“I hate you too. You’re such an asshole,” she whispers back.

I wrap my hand around her neck, so I can feel her pulse race against my palm. “Why’d you really come here tonight? Hmm? Tell me what you want.”

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