Page 68 of Pretty Little Psycho

Her breath hitches as she realizes the weight of my words.

I hold three fingers up and count them down. “Riot, Valentin, and you.” I brush my thumb across her lips. “You’re the only woman I have ever shared it with. You’re not a fool, Firecracker. Look into my eyes and see for yourself if I’m lying.”

“Fuck,” she mutters. Her resistance is weakening even more as she lets herself drown in my eyes. I have her. I’ve always had her.

I hold out my hand. “I’m asking this time. No more kidnapping plots.”

She stares down for what seems like forever before finally slipping her slender hand in mine. “Okay. But don’t make me regret this.”

I guide her gently outside and hand her a helmet. She hops on behind me, and I almost melt when she slides her arms around my waist. Her body feels so warm and soft against mine. I can’t wait to devour every inch of her. But first, I need her to believe me. We can hate fuck each other all we want but none of this works if we don’t have trust.

“Atlas, you said I could trust you. I don’t want to see Riot or Valentin right now.” Maureen leaps off my bike and throws the helmet at me.

“No one is here. We sent all the initiates away, and I told the guys to bounce as well. It’s just us, Firecracker. I promise.”

She crinkles her nose toward the house, and I can’t tell if it’s an aversion to its monstrosity or just the hemlock getting to her. “What are we doing here?”

I grin, satisfied that my pretty little psycho responds so well to me. She thinks I’m the sweet one, and I find that adorable. Little does she know… I lace my fingers through hers and pull her with me. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

Her shoulders tense when we enter the house. After taking a few lingering looks around, she releases her breath. “I’ve never seen it so quiet.”

I smirk. “See, I told you it’s just us. I’m a lot of things. A liar isn’t one of them.”

Her face lights up upon entering my room. I’m not bothered by the fact that it’s cluttered and messy. That’s me in a nutshell. I have hoodies and jeans strewn over chairs, stacks of books in misshapen piles on the floor, overflowing candle wax that’s stuck and hardened to my bedside table. She scans over it but the thing her gaze fixates on is the island in the center—containing beds of poisonous flowers actually growing inside this room.

I grab a remote to click on my Bluetooth speakers and Arankai’s version of Eat Your Young starts to play. I watch as she moves closer to the toxic plants and then stops. She looks around the room again. “I like it in here. It’s… inviting.”

She’s fucking inviting. Fuck. I want to taste every inch of her fiery skin. “I like how you look in here. You fit.”

I walk toward her and fondle the belt loops on her jeans. She takes a deep quivering breath when my fingers skim her bare midriff. I lean down and nestle my nose against her neck. “You smell good enough to eat, Firecracker.”

The vein in her neck throbs. “What did you want to show me?” She asks nervously.

I love how I can unnerve her. I drag my fingertips up her spine all the way up to the back of her neck. When I get to her nape, I tangle my fingers in her hair. I tug her head back and press a light kiss to her lips. Fuck, so soft. So fucking sweet.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

She lets out a little whimper after each peck I give her. “No… not yet.”

I smile against her lips. “Good. It’s more fun when you don’t.”

I walk her back toward my bed and nudge her onto it. Her eyes blaze with lust and ache as she watches me take off my shirt and pants. A flicker of amusement rushes through me as I watch her eyes widen when she sees my cock. It’s been inside her before, but it was from behind. It’s much more intimidating when it’s staring her right in the face.

I slide my hand slowly down my shaft. “Look how fucking hard you make me.”

She licks her lips. “You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?”

I chuckle. “No one’s ever called me that, Firecracker.” I unbutton her pants and slide them off. She doesn’t attempt to stop me. “I wanna share something really special with you. But I need you to promise me you’ll stay calm.”

She arches her eyebrow. “You got a forked tongue or something I don’t know about?” She teases.

I almost fall over laughing. “Not exactly.” I slide her panties down and the hunger in her eyes turns feral. She’s fucking perfect. I love how her appetite matches mine. “Scoot back and open your legs nice and wide for me.”

She leans back against the pillows and moisture starts to pool between her legs. It trickles down her thighs like sweet nectar.

“Good girl… You might not trust me, but I need you to know that I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Okay?”

Her breath hitches. “What the fuck are you up to, Atlas? You’re starting to freak me out with all this cryptic talk.”

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