Page 53 of Pretty Little Psycho

Atlas chuckles and slides his hand down my belly. “There we go. Now do you see how fun this is?”

I forget where I am, who I am, and spread my legs wide across his lap. The poison is like a drug. Like an aphrodisiac. And I can’t control myself. I want more.

“Mmm, that’s my pretty little doll. Lean back.”

I tilt my head against his shoulder and let him release a drop of the poison directly into my mouth. My insides feel like they are on fire, and I start to panic. “It burns… I can’t breathe.”

Atlas pinches my nipples hard, and it distracts me from the pain in my throat. “You’re doing so good, Firecracker. Hold your nipples for me like this, so I can play with that pretty cunt of yours.”

Oh. Fuck. I am coming undone, unbalanced. I want to give them everything they demand. All of me. Every dark and demented piece of my soul. I arch my back and grab hold of my raw nipples. A surge of tingles shoots down to my core as Atlas fingers the lips of my pussy.

Within seconds, Riot’s standing over us, his hand around my throat. He looks down to watch Atlas’s fingers thrusting in and out of me. “I want to see how wide that pussy can stretch for me.”

I let out a moan and roll my hips back as Atlas pulls my thighs apart as wide as they’ll spread and angles my hips forward. He pulls his cock out of his pants and forces me to sit on it. I shudder at the wide girth of him. I can’t help but clench around his shaft as I slide down. “Oh, shit. Fuck.”

“Mmm, you’re so fucking tight for a little slut.” He pushes all the way in. “Oh, yeah, pretty girl. Just like that. You’re Daddy’s dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

I nearly cum at his words. Fuck this is hot and so fucking wrong. I slide up and down his thick cock while Riot has a stranglehold on my neck. He just watches silently, his icy blue eyes expressionless while Atlas fucks me hard.

Valentin pulls up a chair next to us and leans over. He inches his fingers slowly down the length of my body, across my belly, and down my wet slit before caressing my swollen nub. “You have three daddies now. Three vengeful and merciless daddies who will punish you when you don’t behave.”

Riot tightens his grip on my throat as if he can sense I’m about to cum. He wants to push me over the edge. “Yes,” I utter hoarsely.

Atlas slaps my thigh as he thrusts his cock in hard and deep. “I’m going to fill you up pretty girl. Mmm, here we go. Fuck.”

A burst of hot sticky cum shoots into me, and I cry out. The rush of it sets something off in me and a deep orgasm rumbles through me. Riot squeezes my throat until I see stars. I start to black out and all I can focus on is Valentin’s fingers rubbing my clit back and forth until I think I might die from pleasure.

I buck wildly as I slide down Atlas’s shaft, my pussy tingling over each veiny ridge. I am happy to die this way. I don’t care about life or death or air. I will gladly sacrifice my body for this. For them.

Atlas

Our little firecracker looks perfect with my cum oozing down her legs. With my poison on her tongue. The fresh sigil on the back of my neck tingles. I rub my thumb over it and feel its power. I can be anywhere and everywhere now. All I have to do is close my eyes and allow the ravens to show me what I want to see. It’s how we found Maureen today.

“Time for our pretty doll to play dress up,” I sputter as Riot pulls her off my lap.

Her cheeks are flushed with a shade of pink so deep it matches her pebbled nipples. She’s breathless and weak from the poison and my cum. There’s no fight in her now as she allows Riot to slip one of the dresses over her head.

Valentin tightens the laces of her corset, pushing her breasts up till they are almost exposed again. The slinky black dress has a slit down each side, showing off our pretty little girl’s thick thighs. He wraps his hand around her throat and shoves her toward the mirror. “This is the one. Look how fucking naughty you look.”

Riot slips his hand inside one of the slits, eliciting a tiny squeak from her lipstick-smeared mouth. “They’re all gonna want you, Firecracker. But you belong to us, and we’ll murder anyone who touches you. Remember that the next time you try to tempt one of the local townies. Their blood will be on your hands.”

“What have you done to me?” Her voice quivers with fear but there’s an ache to it that is so satisfying. She has carnal cravings that only we can fulfill.

I stand behind her in the mirror. “We marked you… and now we’ve claimed you.”

“A fair trade for the fate your family has bestowed upon mine,” Riot snarls.

Maureen’s eyes brim with tears as she whips around to face him. “All you care about is revenge and power. You disgust me. I hope you never get what you want.”

Fuck. Now she’s done it.

Riot’s nostrils flare as he charges her, pushing her back against the mirror. The glass cracks on impact. “And I hope you never have a moment of peace again. In fact, I’ll make sure you don’t. Your body and mind will be so fucking broken when we’re done with you…”

“Not if I break you first,” she bites back.

I can’t help but grin. Her fire feeds my fucking soul. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her away from Riot before he actually kills her. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get you cleaned up before my cousin throws one of her temper tantrums.”

Libra and Villette have been pacing outside the dressing room door for the last thirty minutes. They both know better than to barge in, but I’m trying to make somewhat of amends with Libra for allowing her to get spanked in front of the entire Nocturnus House.

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