Page 74 of Pretty Little Psycho

“Fuck,” he whines and pulls me down to the ground. “Do you want me to fuck you in the dirt, firecracker? Hmm?” He pins my arms over my head. “Like a fucking animal?”

My clit spasms as moisture drips out of my aching pussy. I thrust my hips toward his. “Yes,” I roar. “I need you to fuck me. Right. Fucking. Now. Or else kill me and be done with it.”

He gazes down at me, fixated on my lips. “So, you have a death wish, is that it?”

The weight of him threatens to crush me, and I welcome it. My adrenaline spikes, sending shivers over every inch of me. The pounding in my chest is so loud it’s almost deafening. “There’s no fucking torture you can inflict that is worse than the kind I’ve been inflicting on myself. Except the torture of not having you inside me. I need it, Riot. But if you don’t want me like that, then let death take me.”

His eyes widen and his throat bobs as he swallows hard. “Maur…” He releases my wrists and angles up, straddling me on the dirty ground. He slides his palms under my blouse and rests them on my belly.

I arch my back, urging him to keep going. His touch feels like fire despite his icy flesh. “Don’t make me beg, Riot.”

“Fuck. You have no idea how bad I’ve been wanting you.” He yanks my jeans down and off in one quick motion. “No fucking clue how every second I’m away from you is like starvation.”

I shiver as the wind dances between my thighs. He fingers the edge of my panties, gazing hungrily at them. “You don’t have to beg, firecracker. I need your pussy like I need air.”

A whimper escapes me as he jerks my panties off and lines up his cock. I arch my back against the dirt and spread my legs wide for him. “Use me.”

His lips quiver as he pushes the tip of his cock inside my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Oh, my—” He loses his words in a moan as I stretch around his shaft. I can feel every inch of him throbbing against my walls as he pushes in slowly, savoring every second.

“Fuck, don’t stop, please,” I beg.

His movements are firm but slow and agonizing as he draws it out, forcing me to feel every ridge as he slides in deeper. Forcing me to feel his girth and how my pussy has to expand to accommodate it. It fills me up, sending pressure all the way up my spine. Like I might explode.

I cry out as he burrows all the way in and presses against my G-spot. We don’t break eye contact. There’s something more feral about the quiet way he penetrates me while never taking his neon-blue eyes off me. This feels different from the day in the car when he fucked me from behind. That day was about anger and hate and ownership. This right here is all of those things and none of them. Because now… he’s fucking me like I own him.

He rolls his hips, and I almost cum. “Do you want to be our queen, baby girl?”

The angle of his cock, the torturous rhythm of it, elicits a deep guttural moan from my throat. “Yes,” I cry.

He slows his pace, fucking me so softly that I’m shaking all over. “Will you let me brand you with my sigil? Will you wear it proudly?”

A flutter of spasms ripples through my clit at the thought of him marking me. I arch my hips, desperate for his brutality. The gentleness hurts more. The ache is festering. I want him to suffocate me. To break me. And he knows it. He’s fucking edging me into insanity.

I lick my lips and nod. “Yes. I want to wear your marks like scars. Like tattoos. Ruin me, Riot. Ruin my flesh and remake it in your likeness.”

His pupils dilate, and a ring of light swirls around them. He stills his cock inside me and I almost panic. I can feel him throbbing, pulsing against my walls and it’s fucking torture. I take quick shallow breaths as I rock my hips back and forth, urging him to keep going.

“Relax, firecracker. Don’t worry. I’m going to let you cum. But I want to relish being inside you for a while. If I unleash everything I have, I’ll explode too quickly.” He begins his slow agonizing rhythm again.

The tingling builds back up, and I feel like I’m on the edge of having a nervous breakdown. I can’t fucking take it anymore. “Please, Riot,” I beg.

He smirks and leans over me. He wraps a hand around my throat, applying light pressure. “I told you not to beg, firecracker.” He pulls back, teasing my entrance with just the tip. “But I love it when you do.” I scream as he slams back into me.

Oh, fuck. I am fucking rabid. Our hips bang together as he pounds my pussy harder and faster. He rubs my clit raw, violently, crushing it under his thumb until it swells. A fire burns in my veins as the deepest pleasure I’ve ever felt erupts in my core.

I scream out his name as I cum. I scream it over and over again until my throat hurts and my voice breaks. He squeezes my throat, stealing the air from my lungs as my body spasms.

“That’s my girl. Mine,” he growls as he rides me. “This is your salvation, firecracker. Your reckoning. And your rebirth.” He grunts as the ridges in his shaft flex and constrict. He buries himself all the way in and unleashes an unearthly cry as his hot cum fills me up.

We grind against each other, riding out our orgasms until his cum and mine become one. With his hand still around my throat, he yanks me halfway up and presses his sweaty forehead against mine. His blue eyes blaze with lust. “And I’m yours.”

Maureen

I’ve been defiled in the mud, forced not to shower, locked in a coffin, and bitten by a poisonous snake. I’ve been pulled and pushed and dominated in the most depraved ways. I should be disgusted. But as I stand here looking in the mirror, dressed in the exquisite black gown they picked out for me, I am willing to do it all again. I crave each of them in a different way. And I will walk through the fires of hell if it means that I end up right back here in Raven’s Gate with my three deranged psychos.

The bustier is covered in lace with ribbon strings holding it together. I slip into a pair of black satin heels and twirl for them. The tulle skirt billows down to the floor but the two slits up the sides show off my tattooed legs. Libra and Villette both let out an excited squeal.

“You look stunning,” Villette says.

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