Page 77 of Pretty Little Psycho

I giggle. “I love that your entire family drinks poison but it’s jello shots that freak you out.”

She flips her hair off her shoulder. “Is that a rhetorical question?”

“I didn’t ask you a question.” Villette and I burst out laughing.

“Whatever. Sorry, I’m classy,” she mumbles as she walks away.

Villette shrugs and laughs again before following her.

I smile after them. They are so different and yet they tolerate each other in a way that truly impresses me. And they actually like me. I never thought I’d make friends here. No one can ever replace my bestie, Bailey, but these two are definitely starting to fill the void.

Riot offers me his hand. “Ready to dance the night away, Firecracker?”

My belly flutters. “You dance?”

“Don’t look so surprised. I’m classically trained.” He winks.

“We’ll keep watch until it’s our turn,” Valentin adds.

They look so out of place with their ski masks and yet they are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

The crowd parts for us, and all eyes are on me—the outsider girl with the three deadliest men in Raven’s Gate.

Riot spins me around and dips me as the music slows. The lights dim, and it’s like we’re the only two people in the room. He places his hand on my lower back and pulls me in close. “You look stunning. Fucking perfect.”

The heat in my body rises. “Well, I had a little help,” I tease.

His breath quickens in my ear. “It’s not the dress. It’s you. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. You took my breath away from the first time I saw you.”

I press my cheek to his, and I can feel the heat from his skin through the ski mask. “Riot… I dreamed about you ever since that night. You’ve been haunting me…”

He twirls me around again and pulls me back hard against his chest. “You’ll never be free of me, Maureen. I will haunt you forever.”

A breath lodges in my throat. “I don’t want you to hate me anymore.”

He pulls me to a stop as he lifts the bottom of his mask. I watch his jaw twitch as he gazes down at me. “Firecracker… fuck. I’ve never hated you. I’ve hated myself for not being good enough to love you.”

My eyes dart back and forth between his ethereal blue eyes and his full lips. A sense of urgency comes over me. A feeling I’ve felt since that night in the bathroom. I slide my hand up his chest and wrap it around his throat. His eyes widen as his throat bobs in my grip. “You’re good enough, Riot.” I tilt my head up and inch my mouth closer to his. “And you’re mine.”

His lips quiver right before he kisses me and when our tongues meet, it feels like an explosion of fire and sin.

Valentin

Riot spins Maureen again and sends her flying straight into my arms. I catch her and pull her close. She smells like vanilla and burnt honey, sweet and smoky. I grab her hips and move her with me in step to the music.

“Are you scared, Firecracker?” I slide my fingers up her spine.

She smirks. “Fear is just an illusion, right? The only thing I’m afraid of is not ever knowing what this could be.”

The beat picks up and the fairy lights start to flash like strobe lights. I grind my hips against hers. “We’ve got you, pretty girl. No matter what happens with the ravens or the Blackwells, or with Zeke. You belong to us, and no one will hurt you ever again.”

She whimpers and her eyelids flutter as she gazes shyly up at me. “I won’t let anyone hurt you either.”

My stomach flips. Just when I thought I couldn’t fall any harder for this exquisite creature, she goes and says some powerful shit that makes me melt. I’ve been carved out of stone, hard like a diamond, and rough like the rock it sprang from. But this little bolt of electricity softens all my edges with just one look.

I tuck her in tighter and my cock throbs. “You’re going to cum so fucking hard tonight,” I whisper.

She pulls my hips hard against her as the bass thumps louder. “Yes, Daddy.”

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