Page 46 of Psycho Sinners

You either come to me in my room and I’ll make it quick, or I come to you and pin you down and take what I want.

I stared at the second message, moving my jaw unhappily. I wanted to tell him to shove it, but I knew that was pointless. He’d probably shove something inside me where it didn’t belong in all honesty just to be an asshole.

But honestly, my body needed a break from the roughness of them all. I was still tender, and Tyrone’s use of me had made me even more bruised down there.

“Guess I better just get it over and done with, right?” I stroked Kenny’s back, taking what little comfort I could in his purrs.

I rose and headed out of my room, glancing at the three other bedrooms on the floor.

Only one of them was open, so I padded over and glanced in. Sure enough, Julian was seated at his desk, playing on his phone.

He smirked as he noticed me and dropped his phone on the desk.

“Come in, pyro, close the door behind you.”

I did as asked, pausing as I shut the door to draw in a deep breath before turning to him.

“What do you want?”

He snorted, a wretched sneer spreading across his face as he trailed his eyes over me like he was surveying his next meal.

I gritted my jaw at the wicked intensity of his gaze, those dark eyes returning to mine.

“Strip and bend over the bed. That little show on the table, damn, pyro, you make it hard,” he clucked as he cupped his dick. “Makes me want to fuck you raw.”

The thought made me grimace. I was already sore, and I prayed he had some lube or something.

I had a feeling that was unlikely.

“Now, pyro.” He flicked his head to the bed, and I begrudgingly complied, stripping down as I moved. I dumped my clothes beside the bed and bent over, hoping he made this quick. I vaguely noticed the cat tower in the corner of the room overlooking the city, food and water on the floor beside it. I’d noticed he was the only one who left his door open, so it must’ve been for Kenny.

The sound of rustling clothing as Julian shed his pants was followed by him moving behind me.

Disgust swept through me as I heard him spit into his hand before smearing it through my folds.

What was with men thinking spit sufficed as lube?

It disgusted me.

“You know, real lube works better,” I muttered.

“I’m sure it does.” He didn’t waste any time as he pressed the tip of his dick between my folds, working his way inside my tight, dry walls as I clutched the bed sheets.

I closed my eyes as he fucked me, the friction not pleasant in the slightest. At least I seemed to be a little lubed still from Tyrone’s session despite my shower. I’d be grateful for that.

Thankfully, Julian didn’t take long before he was yanking out and coming on my ass.

“Fuck, you got a nice pussy, pyro,” he said with a satisfied sigh. “You can go now.”

I scoffed and straightened as he moved to spread out on the bed after dismissing me like a damn maid.

That despicable smirk on his face made my blood boil, but I just snatched up my clothes and stormed back to my room. I’d have to shower yet again, and I hoped I put their water bill through the fucking roof. Maybe I’d be spiteful and leave some taps running.

Yeah, that sounded like a worthwhile thing to do, although, realistically, it’d not bother their rich asses in the slightest. But it would please my petty little heart just a little.

So that’s exactly what I did.

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