Page 12 of Pretty Little Psycho

“Are you going to cum, Libra? Or are you so disgusted by all of this? I’m guessing there’s a part of you that’s turned on. Tell you what, I’m not going to let him stop until you cum for him.”

She grunts and grinds her teeth. I can see her clenching from here.

“Give into it, Lib,” Valentin coos.

The brute thrusts a third finger inside her and rubs her clit with his thumb. She bucks now, unable to control her own body’s reaction. Her cries turn to moans as he rocks his hand against her.

I hear a couple of oh, fucks from a few of the initiates around the room. A few others have their cocks out and are rubbing one out.

“Pinch her clit between your fingers, my brother. Pinch it real hard and watch what happens.”

He grins wide and does what I say. And the floodgates open. Libra arches her back and screams. I can almost see the orgasm rolling through her, traveling through every nerve in her body.

The brute works his fingers in deeper, pumping them faster as she cums all over him. It spills out and down her thighs, and then onto the steel table in puddles. He takes his fingers out of her pussy and sucks on them, licking every drop of her cream off. He closes his eyes and savors it like it’s his last meal.

“Can I go now, please?” she begs.

Atlas snickers beside me. “He just let you cum pretty hard, Lib. I think you should be more thankful.”

She sighs. The brute still eyes her pussy while she looks anywhere but at him.

“We’re almost done here. But not quite.” I motion to the initiate in the back row who’s still stroking his cock. “You, come here.”

He starts to put his cock in his pants, and I snarl. “Leave it out. I want you to finish on her.” I point at Libra. “Finish on her face.”

Her tears begin to stream again as the squirrely initiate stands over her. It doesn’t take him long. He fists his cock a few more times and then his cum bursts out. He moans loudly.

“Don’t spill a drop, brother. I want you to paint her fucking face with it. Get it in her fucking hair too,” I bark.

And he does everything I ask. I’m mesmerized by the brutality of the scene. She coughs as it goes up her nose and down her throat. It oozes down her temples in thick white ropes, dripping into her ears and down her neck. This bitch will never fucking cross me again in her pathetic life. Never.

“You look like a stupid cunt, Libra. Now get the fuck out of my house.”

She scrambles off the table and starts to put on her skirt when I stop her.

“I said go. Now. Right fucking now. This isn’t a dressing room. You can put those back on when you’re off my fucking property.”

She looks at me like she wants to murder me. But the fear outweighs her rage. As I watch her scurry out of the room as fast as her legs will take her, the poison in my veins surges. I’m high on power. Addicted to it like a drug.

And soon I will have special things in store for Maureen Blackwell. Her punishment for stepping foot in this town will be far worse. The thought of her naked and bent over gets me harder than anything ever has.

Maureen

I open my eyes to the rain dripping down my windows in buckets. It takes a second for me to remember where I am. I glance around the room, willing my eyes to adjust to my new surroundings—the dark gray sheets and black comforter that envelop me, the black velvet curtains that frame the wrought iron barred windows, the sconce-lit chandelier that dangles just above my head threatening to impale me if it should ever fall. It’s lavish and decadent and cold. Just like them.

A shudder rips through me as I remember last night. The looks on their faces… Riot, Atlas, and Valentin didn’t just hate me… their eyes were murderous. All because of a name. My mother’s cursed fucking name. And I have no clue as to why.

But I will fucking find out.

I throw back the sheets and flinch as my bare feet hit the icy marble floor. I thought Wickford Mansion was bougie, this place takes it to a whole other level. When I looked at the pictures of Tenebrose online last year, I knew it would be fancy, but nothing prepared me for this.

I wonder what the regular dorm rooms look like. The one I was supposed to be staying in. While a tiny part of me is elated to be surrounded by all this extravagance, the rational part of me knows it comes at a price—a target on my back, and the opening of a creepy can of worms that would rival Pandora’s box. Not to mention the actual price. This isn’t what I signed up for.

Bailey gave me plenty of money to cover tuition, room and board, and basic living expenses, but I don’t believe that this apartment, which takes up an entire floor, is in my budget. There’s no fucking way. I have to go and speak to someone about this on Monday. I’ll explain the mix-up, that I’m not one of those Blackwells, and ask to be moved to a normal room with the rest of the regular students. I don’t want the special treatment or the attention. In fact, I want the opposite of whatever this is. Then Libra and her psycho friends can forget all about me.

I barely spoke to Libra last night after the party. It was the quietest she’s been since I met her. I didn’t think she’d answer any of my questions truthfully anyway. She threw back another shot and then stumbled off to her room on the other side of the apartment while ranting on about curses and oaths. It was all very cryptic and vague. Just like my room assignment, the warnings about the woods from Miss Florian, the poisonous plants growing outside of Nocturnus, and the way everyone seems to stiffen at the name Blackwell. My mother had always told me that she left Ever Graves with my father because her family cut her off after she got pregnant with me. I’m starting to think there might be more to that story. Maybe she was running from something else.

And then there’s Riot. The masked man kind enough to zip up my corset while I was covered in cum and alcohol in the bathroom of Wickford Mansion. Most of that night was a blur, up until I drove a knife through Chad’s chest. I try not to think about any of it. But I could never forget Riot… his piercing blue eyes, the way he smelled like dark coffee and freshly rolled tobacco leaves…

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