Page 49 of Psycho Sinners

He used his foot to spread my legs, and I stared into the sink, a sickness churning in my gut.

Would they really let me go after a month? Or was this all a lie? A false hope of mine?

His hand fisted in my hair, and I clenched my teeth as he yanked me up straight, my back flush against his chest.

“I like my kitten like this, taking care of herself.” He dragged his lips up the side of my neck, his warm breath caressing the skin.

“I like my men to be those who allow me to consent,” I muttered, and he smirked against my skin.

I yelped as he nipped my neck, pain blooming at the sight before he planted a kiss over the spot.

“You chose this, kitten. Don’t forget what we did for you.” I swallowed as he dragged his tongue down my neck, as if he was following the frantic pulse of my vein there.

“How could I? You won’t let me,” I hissed, wincing as his hand fisted tighter in my hair.

His other hand snaked around my front, and I glared at my reflection, watching as he teased my left nipple, swirling the nub and pinching it. I hated how it sent an instant rush to my nether region.

“You should try to enjoy your time with us. You enjoyed that first night with me, and you sure as shit enjoyed my brother on the table,” he said as his lips pressed against the sweet spot where my shoulder and neck met. His tongue flicked out, dancing over the skin and making a shiver course through me before he began to suck.

I didn’t comment, wishing I could take back those moments of pleasure I’d experienced. My body had betrayed me, like how it was right now, responding despite my argumentative mind.

His hand continued on its path down my body, his fingers trailing over my stomach.

I stared at the tattoos adorning his arm, tribal stuff with skulls and roses, typical sleeve tattoo designs. Although my gaze caught on one, some fancy script writing on his forearm surrounded with roses.

Baby Girl.

“Who’s baby girl?” I asked, and his hand froze on my stomach, his lips stilling on my skin.

“You ask too many questions,” he said after a moment. Whoever she was, I’d struck a nerve.

Did he have a partner? The thought was ludicrous. He was not the kind of man to be tied down to one woman. Unless it was an open sort of thing, but who the hell would willingly be with crazy?

I gasped as his teeth clamped down on my skin, his hand falling between my legs. My hands found the edge of the sink, and I bared my teeth as his fingers glided over my clit.

He was toying with me, and it made my skin burn and blood boil, both for different reasons.

His teeth released, and he trailed his tongue over the aching bite. I was sure to have a mark from that.

My body quivered involuntarily as his fingers skimmed over my clit again, this time swirling over it.

“You want to hate us, hate what we do to you, but a part of you loves it. You thrive on the chaos in your life, the wildness, and you hate that you love this,” he breathed against my ear.

I wanted to light his ass up for this. Because no matter how much I wanted to deny it, a part of me did find some twisted pleasure in this. In the moments where I was not just fucked, but toyed with. Teased until I was getting all hot and antsy.

It was a whole different kind of torture.

“Fuck you,” I ground out as he started applying soft pressure to my clit with his movements.

“Oh, please do,” he groaned as he rubbed his clothed dick against my bare ass.

I closed my eyes, trying to quell the pleasure rising up in me. It was wrong on so many levels, and yet my body told another story.

He released my hair, his hand dropping down, and I heard his zipper slide down as he freed his dick.

He didn’t stop teasing my clit as he rubbed his dick against my ass, his lips dancing over my shoulder.

I trembled as the pleasure coiled inside me, a whimper betraying me as it slipped from my lips.

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