Page 52 of Pretty Little Psycho

I look away, ashamed that he can see how turned on I am. “Get out, or I will scream.”

He yanks my head toward him, forcing me to look into his eyes. A flicker of light moves in circles around his dilated pupils. “No, you won’t. Not unless I want you to.”

Fuck. I feel dizzy. My limbs are heavy. “What are you?” I stutter out.

Riot presses his lips gently to mine. His breath is hot and heavy. “Powerful,” he growls into my mouth. “You can’t escape this, Firecracker. We are your fucking destiny. We’re each other’s curse. You think you came to Tenebrose all on your own? I fucking summoned you. You have no idea how many blood sacrifices I had to make. How many sigils we have burned into our flesh for you.”

A wave of euphoria hits me, and I feel so strange. I should be terrified of this man. “I don’t understand,” I whisper.

His lips still hover over mine, so close we’re almost kissing. “I know, but you will. Soon. But today, we’ve come here to pick out your dress. You know since you’ll be accompanying us to the Winter Solstice.

My jaw drops. “You’re a fucking psycho. I’m not going to the ball with any of you. I don’t know who the fuck you think I am.” I’m fuming again.

He fists my hair and gives it a hard tug. “You don’t have a choice. Get that out of your head right fucking now. You’re our little slut. You’ll go where we say and wear what we tell you to. Now, take your fucking clothes off, and put on a good show.”

A little light seeps into the dressing room and I almost have a heart attack when I see the two figures in the corner. Atlas and Valentin. Fuck, have they been here this whole time? There is only one way into this room so they must have been. I feel like I’m losing my mind.

I try to turn the knob behind me, but it won’t open. “What the fuck? How is this locked? Let me out. I don’t want to play anymore.”

Valentin snickers. “You don’t get it yet, do you? That door won’t open unless we tell it to.”

Oh, fuck. My stomach knots as I start letting my mind wander the possibilities. They could be fucking demons, devils, witches… I feel sick. “I’m not your dress-up doll.” I can’t keep my voice from shaking.

Atlas grins. “Yes, you are. You’re our pretty little doll to mangle and fuck and ruin.”

I flinch as he starts toward me. His eyes are glazed and wild. He pulls out a tube of red lipstick and applies it to my lips. I’m frozen, dumbfounded as he then takes his thumb and smears it around my face. “Mmm, look how pretty you are.” He spins me toward the mirror and wraps his arms around me from behind. I draw in a deep breath as he starts unbuttoning my shirt.

“All three of you are deranged,” I murmur. My pulse races so fast I can’t contain it. I feel like I’m going to pass out or spontaneously combust.

He takes my shirt off and then unhooks my bra, pausing to grin at me in the mirror while they all watch. “Do I need to keep going or are you going to be a good little slut and take off the rest?”

Why does my pussy spasm every time they call me that? I turn around to face them and don’t bother to cover my naked breasts from their view. This is what they want. And they will get it no matter what I try to do to stop it.

I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. “Fine, hand me a dress to try on.”

Riot saddles up behind me, and I can feel his cock harden against my ass. “Take off your panties, Firecracker. Naughty little sluts like you don’t get to wear those anymore.” He inches his hands across my belly.

Oh, fuck. Moisture pools between my thighs. With trembling fingers, I push my panties down and step out of them. Riot coos in my ear, “Good girl. Now go sit on Atlas’s lap while Val and I decide which dress we want you to try on first.”

He nudges me forward and I stumble onto Atlas. He takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent before running the length of his tongue up my neck. “Time for another lesson, pretty girl.”

My stomach flips when I see the tiny vial in his hand. Fuck. “I’m not ready for that, Atlas.”

He pops off the top and holds the vial to my lips. “Just one sip and you’ll feel amazing. It only hurts for a second.”

I shake my head. Is he trying to kill me? “Atlas, no. I’m not drinking poison.”

“Okay, fine. Then kiss me.” He dabs some on his tongue, and his eyes nearly roll back in his head.

Fuck. “I-I don’t know. I’m scared.”

“Shh, relax, pretty girl. Open up for me.”

I part my lips and let him kiss me. The second his tongue touches mine I feel a sharp sting. I wince and try to pull away, but he holds me firm and kisses me harder.

I whimper against him, caught between the erotic rhythm of his tongue and the fear of dying naked in a dressing room with three psychos who I can’t seem to stay away from.

But as our lips smack against each other, the pain begins to fade like a distant alarm ringing far away. And I’m left with an ache between my legs.

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