Page 16 of Pretty Little Psycho

“Why are you doing this to me?” Fear mixed with anger twists in my gut like a knife.

Riot finally exhales, like a statue coming to life. He stalks forward and presses in close. That now familiar scent of coffee and tobacco envelops me. I want to breathe it in and spit it out in his face.

He pinches my hips hard between his fingers and gazes down at me with the ferociousness of a rabid animal. “Because we can.”

“And because you share the blood of thieves,” Valentin snarls.

Atlas yanks my lip down, forcing my mouth open. I gasp as he plunges two fingers deep inside. “And now we’re going to get some payback.”

My pussy, that traitorous bitch, twitches, and tingles as I taste the salt from his skin. I gag as he touches the back of my throat. But as tears stream down my cheeks, I glare daggers at them. I will destroy them for this.

“That’s it, Firecracker. Look at me like you want to kill me.” Riot digs his fingers into my hips while Atlas forces me to suck his fingers. “Give me all your pain. All your rage. Every fucking self-deprecating thought.”

I can’t move, pinned between the three of them. Riot wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes. He inches his other hand down my jeans and pulls my panties to the side. “Give me all your violence,” he rasps. A wave of dark euphoria ripples through me, pebbling my nipples as he thrusts two fingers deep inside my pussy.

Valentin nips at my ear, scraping his teeth across my lobe. “You like that, slut?”

I stagger back against the wall. A moan catches in my throat as I fight to keep quiet. I can’t let them see the power they have over me right now.

Riot breathes heavily into my ear. “Your silence can’t hide how fucking wet you are, Firecracker.” He rolls his thumb over my clit and slowly kneads his fingers down into my core. “But I bet I could make you scream…”

Atlas pulls his fingers out of my mouth and licks them. “I bet you’d taste better with a mouth full of cum.”

Fuck, I hate them. But my body is betraying me with every flick of his fingers. “Let me go.”

Valentin snickers as he sticks a hand up my shirt and pulls my tit out of my bra. “Quit acting like you don’t want this. I can smell how wet your cunt is.” I bite my lip to try and stifle another moan as he pinches my nipple hard between his fingers.

Atlas lifts up my shirt and goes for my other breast. And I about lose it. The rage inside my chest burns like fire. But the trigger between my thighs is hotter. The pressure builds in my core as Riot thrusts his fingers deeper.

“You can play pretend with everyone else, but not us. We know who you really are,” Riot mutters. He shoves a third finger in, and I buck. “Yeah, that’s it. Be a good little slut for us. Ride my fucking hand.”

I can’t help it. Tears stream down my cheeks as the stimulation hits me from all sides. Atlas and Valentin roll my nipples between their fingers as I start to jerk my hips to the rhythm of Riot’s fingers. I’m coming undone, a slave to my own selfish pleasure. Fuck. I’m not even drunk this time.

Riot’s grip on my throat tightens as my hips sway faster. An orgasm grips me, rolling through me like a fucking tidal wave. I bite my lip hard, but I can’t contain the deep moan that billows out of me. He squeezes tighter, and I can’t breathe. “I could kill you right fucking now, Firecracker. And no one here would care. No one would stop me.”

I claw at his wrist as my vision starts to blur.

“But I’m going to enjoy torturing you for a while first.” He lets go, and I gasp for air.

“Get away from me,” I hiss, my voice hoarse.

Valentin dips his head to my ear again and bites my lobe hard. “You’ll never get away from us.”

Atlas grins wide. “This was fun.” He drags his finger across my stinging ear and holds it up. Just as I suspected, it’s covered in blood. I tremble as he licks it off his finger. “Again, this would taste so much better with my cum in it.”

Fucking assholes. And yet here I am panting between them, my nipples still rock hard and cream spilling from my pussy. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? Why am I like this?

Fists pound at the door. “I have to pee, assholes,” a girl’s voice shrieks from the other side.

Riot smirks and steps back. “You fucked up, Firecracker. This is my school, and you have no business being here. Your punishment will not be swift.”

Valentin snickers as he unlocks the bathroom door. “I’d sleep with one eye open if I were you.”

“Or both,” Atlas adds, laughing as he leaves.

Riot looks back one last time. “If I were you, I wouldn’t sleep at all.” His eyes blaze with hate and malice. There’s not an ounce of warmth or remorse for what they just did. For everything they are planning to do to me next.

Fuck.

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