Page 41 of Psycho Sinners

“Is Ray okay?” I asked, having been worried about him far too much.

“He’s fine, in recovery. He’ll be back at work in a few days,” Tyrone answered as he clasped his hands before him and rested his chin on them. “Now, get undressed. I won’t ask again.”

My skin crawled as I rose, the sickness swimming in my gut as all three sets of eyes bored into me.

Maybe I should burn the entire apartment down and slit my wrists. Free myself and take them out all at once.

I shoved the thought aside, knowing Noms would be devastated. We’d made a pact years ago that if things ever got bad in our heads like that, we’d choose to live for one another and reach out. We were all we both had.

I stripped down unhappily, yanking my clothing off angrily before jutting my chin out. Maybe I had a damn death wish, but Tyrone’s mouth quirked ever so slightly.

“Was that so hard, pet?”

His condescending tone made me stiffen, and then he slid his chair back and beckoned me over.

“Come.”

I hesitated for only a moment before stepping past Julian, who didn’t try to hide his wandering gaze.

For Noms and Ray. I had to do this for them.

That would be my damn mantra until this whole thing was over.

“Good, now undo my belt.”

I scowled at him, and he just arched a brow and nodded down at his slacks. He was wearing a gray undershirt that did little hide his muscular frame, the fabric pulled tight over that hard expanse of his chest.

I locked eyes with him, wishing the wretched man would just spontaneously combust right before me, and began undoing his belt.

He held my gaze, the rich scent of cigars and whiskey touching my nose as I made quick work of his belt, doing my best to not let my hand graze his oddly stiff cock. Was he getting aroused by ordering me around? Talk about a power complex.

“Done,” I muttered as I dropped his belt to the side with begrudging compliance.

“Good, now let me see how that mouth works, pet.” The accentuation for his name for me made me want to sock him in the face. Too bad I knew I’d probably lose my hand for it.

Instead, I ground my teeth together and dropped to my knees, my fingers working his slacks undone and freeing his junk.

The cock that burst forth made me swallow uneasily. He had girth, and the sudden realization that I might graze him with my teeth despite my best efforts made my stomach knot. Would he punish me for it?

“Staring at it isn’t sucking it,” he stated, his voice devoid of emotion, like this was just a normal part of his day.

I’d just have to pray I could do it.

I moved forward, taking him into my mouth.

The only knowledge that he felt any sort of pleasure from my mouth wrapped around his dick was the slightest inhale as I began to bob my head. His hands remained on his knees as I worked his length, putting far too much care into not grazing his thick cock.

Did some twisted part of me wonder what it’d feel like? Yes, since he was larger than any guy I’d ever been with before. But I was not about to entertain that thought.

I’d barely been at it for a few minutes when his hand moved to my hair, yanking my face back so I was looking up at him.

I hated this, the way he was looking down at me, one brow slightly raised like he was selecting a piece of meat to cook. I hated how some twisted part of me found the strangest pleasure in the way the edge of his mouth pulled up slightly, like he was struggling to keep his expression neutral. Those dark eyes were blank though, emotionless, and he exhaled heavily as he angled my head even further up.

“You’re mine for the month, pet, and if you do as you’re told, you’ll survive this without any issues. Understand?”

If looks could kill, he’d have been a pile of ash by now.

I clenched my jaw, and his hand tightened painfully in my hair.

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