Page 38 of Psycho Sinners

“You can’t just play ragdoll, kitten. You know I don’t like that,” he hissed against my ear as he continued to spear into me.

“My hands are bound, dickhead,” I ground out, the ache only growing in my throat as I spoke. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Fight me.”

“You get off on hurting women, huh? On their fear?” I accused through gritted teeth. “On knowing you hold all the power?”

He flung me back down on the bed, his hands harsh as he rolled me over.

“I do have all the power here, kitten,” he grunted as he grabbed the underside of my thighs. I grimaced as he folded me, the muscles protesting as he forced my ankles alongside my head.

I was not flexible enough for this shit, but he didn’t give a flying fuck as he forced my body into the position, holding me there as he drove into me.

In this position, I could bring my hands down and try to hit him, fight him in some way.

I couldn’t help it, I knew the pain and discomfort was evident on my face even as I tried to glare at him.

He smirked knowingly, those dark eyes boring into mine.

I readied my hands, but his arm shot out, pinning my hands down and folding me even more as he leaned over me. He maneuvered his arm so that it was pressing down on one of my legs by my head painfully, his remaining hand holding my other firmly in place.

“Tell me, kitten, do you regret burning that bar down now?” He grunted out the last words as he drove in as deep as he could, and I gasped as it felt like he’d punched my cervix.

I wouldn’t dare satisfy him by saying I did regret it. It was where the spiral into this shit-show had begun.

No, I wished I’d never met Tommy, I regretted that most.

I kept my mouth shut, but he just scoffed before driving into me brutally. The sound of skin on skin and his grunts was all that filled the room, but I dared not look away from him. He held my gaze, accepting the challenge, a strange fire burning in them. I would not back down. He could use my body, try to break it, but he wouldn’t break me.

“Do you hate me, kitten?” he breathed, releasing my leg and swirling his thumb over my clit. I hated how the strange pleasure coursed through those wretched nerve-endings, a despicable betrayal.

“What kind of question is that?” I spat, and his grin widened.

Fuck him.

Now with my leg free, I seized my chance, yanking it back and slamming my foot into his chest.

He gasped, reeling backwards on the bed as I rolled off. I had no idea what my goal was, but he was pissing me off. I could try to lock myself in the bathroom, but that would prove pointless I’d imagine.

His maniacal laughter rose up as I scrambled to my feet. He was fast though, and he grabbed me and tossed me back toward the bed, manhandling me so that my face was pressed into the bed sheets as I somewhat stood at the side of the bed.

He drove back into me, keeping my face jammed down, his hand in my hair, nearly suffocating me as I tried to yank my head to the side.

He was going to kill me like this.

He drove into me hard and deep, my head spinning as I fought for air. My heart was pounding violently, and then he yanked back, the hot splatters hitting my ass as I jerked my head to the side and sucked in mouthfuls of air.

“Good girl.”

“Fuck you,” I gasped, and he laughed as he yanked me up, pulling my arms down by my face as he undid the belt.

I swung my arms up, hoping to break his nose, but he just caught them with a shit-eating grin.

“Later, kitten. I told you, I need to go dismember some folk. You can fuck me later.” I bared my teeth at him as he freed my wrists, darting away as I lashed out after him, his damn laughter ringing out after him.

I wanted to scream, but I knew it’d only exacerbate my throat, so I just closed my eyes and ground my teeth.

At least the sick fuck got some weird pleasure from me attacking him, I’d take it, it meant I could dish out my anger on him. I wanted to really hurt him though, break a bone or his fucking nose.

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