Page 63 of Pretty Little Psycho

As he slides in and out slowly, I can feel every ridge rubbing me raw, but the tingling in my nub increases with every inch.

“Val… fuck, it’s too much.”

He kneads my ass cheeks while he rides me in an achingly slow, agonizing rhythm. “It will never be enough… My. Dirty. Fucking. Girl… Fuck.”

An unkindness of ravens squawk and peck against the window just as he cries out and his hot cum fills me to the brim. He slaps my ass cheeks over and over again as he thrusts like an animal, burying himself so far in, I think he might actually destroy me.

The front of the dorms are all abuzz when Valentin roars his car in the parking lot with me in the passenger seat. The rumors of me being claimed by them were already flying but on this gray drizzly morning, all their suspicions are confirmed.

“Do Riot and Atlas know I was with you all night?” They make it no secret that I’m to be shared between them, but they had been uncharacteristically absent for a couple of days.

Ever since the night Riot opened up to me.

Valentin’s jaw is back to being clenched, and it’s as if last night never happened. “Of course. We don’t keep secrets from each other. Besides… they were occupied with something else.”

An unexpected tinge of jealousy grips me. And it suddenly dawns on me that I never asked them if I’m the only one they fuck with. “Occupied with what?” I snap.

He snickers as he glares at a group of students walking by who can’t seem to take their eyes off us. The vein in his neck starts to twitch. “Nothing for you to worry about. Now run along. I got shit to do.”

His dissonance irritates me. How can he be so sweet and charming all night and then flip his asshole switch back on by morning? Fuck that. I hop out of the car and slam the door. But before I stomp off, I stick my head in the driver’s side window, causing him to flinch.

“I have shit to do too,” I grumble. “Remember that the next time the three of you decide to whisk me away without asking.”

I try to make a dramatic exit, but he catches my wrist and pins it to the door. “The man I was last night… I can’t be him all the time. You’ll be sorely disappointed if you think otherwise.”

I sigh. ““Like you said last night, Valentin, there’s always a choice…”

He blinks and for a second the boyish gentleman from the cabin is there, haunting the body that holds him captive. But the darkness wins out, and I’m back to gazing into his empty void.

“Not for me,” he mutters.

I have to jump back to avoid getting run over when he steps on the gas without warning. What the fuck? I’m more confused and twisted than ever now. This obsession we have with each other is depraved and sick. It’s born from hate and evil. But I can’t help myself. I want to push them so hard they snap.

As I head toward the elevator, I hear footsteps sprinting behind me. “Hey, hold the doors,” a guy calls out.

Fuck, I’m not in the mood for chit-chat.

Without looking up, I hold one hand through the doors to keep them from closing and punch the button to my floor with the other.

“Floor?” I ask.

“Aren’t you gonna say hi, beautiful?”

An uneasy feeling washes over me as I look up and see Zeke staring back at me. I shudder as I remember the way he tried to manhandle me at Swallow. Until Valentin scared him off. Ugh, fucking Valentin. Why did he have to ruin our perfect night this morning?

I step sideways away from Zeke. “Hi. What floor are you on?” I ask again, curtly.

A devious grin takes hold of his lips. “Oh, I actually don’t stay here. I just saw you and wanted to say what’s up.”

Under the bright lights of the elevator lift, I size him up, taking better stock of his build and mass. He’s at least six-foot-three and made of hard solid muscle. He’d actually be kind of hot if he wasn’t such a fucking creep. My stomach knots as he leers at me.

“So, you stalked me all the way into my building?”

“Well, when you say it like that, it makes me sound like a pervert. You don’t really think that about me, do you, Maureen?”

There’s a crazed look in his eyes. Like if I say or do the wrong thing he’s going to pounce. I shake my head and try to calm my racing heart. “Of course, not. I’m just teasing.”

He licks his lips and backs me into the corner. “Yeah, you are a fucking tease. We never got to finish that dance the other night. How about now?”

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