Page 37 of Psycho Sinners

“Did you dream of me, kitten?” he breathed, those dark eyes swimming with something that both made my skin crawl and a bizarre thrill sweep over my skin.

Why was I like this?

“You wish,” I snapped back, and he chuckled before dipping down to graze his lower lip along my jaw.

“I bet it infuriates you. How a part of you finds some pleasure in this, huh?”

“I don’t enjoy this,” I hissed.

“You sure as shit enjoyed our first night, how is this any different?” He pulled back, gazing at me with that wretched smirk. I wanted to rip it off his damn face.

“Because I chose that, I consented, mostly,” I muttered the last part. “Now I’m a goddamn prisoner, and this is rape.”

“This is payment, sweetheart,” he shot back. “You owe us in flesh, and I intend to savor the time I’ve got with you.”

I gritted my teeth as he yanked my arms over my head, clamping them together at the wrists with one giant hand.

The other trailed down my body, tugging down my waistband. His excited junk had been jammed into my thigh, and I’d been doing my best to ignore it, although that was impossible now.

“No, this won’t do,” he said as he pursed his lips.

Relief swept through me as he released my hands and slid off the bed, but was short-lived as he collected his belt off the floor.

“What are you doing?” I sat up, my throat protesting as my voice came out croaky. I moved back against the headboard as he smirked at me, that expression making me shudder.

He didn’t say a word as he climbed onto the bed, yanking me back down forcefully by the legs and straddling me.

“Fuck you,” I hissed as he used his belt to bind my hands together above my head.

“Not right now, kitten. I’ve got shit to do today, people to kill,” he stated, and I froze up. He’d said it so nonchalant, but I had no clue if he was being serious or not.

He was insane, and I wouldn’t put it past him, especially with who he was and his profession.

Fuck.

The leather was tight and cool against my wrists, and he jerked me around, moving me onto my stomach and into the position he desired, my ass in the air.

I wanted to whirl around and kick him, but before I could decide on what I wanted to do, he grabbed my hips and drove into me with no warm-up. I cried out as I tore, knowing he’d be hurting too as he hissed and trembled.

Did he get off on the pain?

Fuck, I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t even remotely wet.

“There we go,” he grunted as he eased out and drove in again, the pain making me grind my teeth.

He didn’t relent as he yanked my hips back against him, burying himself as deep as he could go.

“Look at that, we get a little red,” he said, his horrid chuckle crawling up my spine as he eased out, only to slam back in with enough force that my hands hit the headboard.

I didn’t make a sound as he fucked me ruthlessly, the pain slicing through my body.

I closed my eyes, refusing to cry or whimper, just waiting for him to finish up with me.

I hissed as pain bloomed across my ass, the echo of the slap ringing out.

His hand crept up my back as his movements slowed, his fingers sliding into my hair.

I clenched my jaw as he yanked me up by my hair with such force it made my eyes water.

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