Page 9 of Psycho Sinners

I nodded, because more was the only language I understood tonight.

“Fuck.” His hand slipped from my folds, although the one around my throat remained as he hooked one leg over his hip.

There was no warming as he slammed into me, my body jerking against the leather as I cried out.

He didn’t relent after hearing my cry, his hand only tightening on my throat, the ceiling already spinning in my haze.

Fear gripped me as he fucked me ruthlessly, each of my raspy gasps a desperate plea for air the edges of my vision darken.

No words escaped as I struggled to breathe, the panic hitting me hard as I started trying to get free, clawing at the tightening hand on my throat. We should’ve discussed a tap out or something, but I’d not thought of it in my drunken state. He shook off my attempts to loosen his grip, and I met those dark eyes, something bone-chilling swimming in their depths as our eyes locked.

Had I fucked up? Was this more than just some wicked kink? Those who’d choked me before hadn’t been this harsh, and the one who’d gotten close had stopped as soon as I’d whimpered and tapped him.

Cristian was not obeying the usual laws of the bedroom.

The panic continued to grow as he drove into me, my air cut off as I writhed, but he only seemed to be getting some sick joy out of my struggle as he arched a brow. I needed to get him off, this was going too far.

He grunted as I tried to throw him off, using my legs to try to roll us while pushing at his chest, but that wretched smirk crossed his face as his free hand caught my wrist.

“Nowhere to run, Scar.” He pinned my hand over my head, but I brought up my other one with as much force as I could, the echo of the harsh slap ringing out.

Too bad the asshole just laughed, although his hand on my throat yanked back.

I seized my chance, gulping in air, but my relief was short-lived as he just grabbed my free wrist and slammed it down beside my other. His one hand gripped them together tight, his thrusts now having faltered as he cocked his head at me.

“I’m going to make you forget, Scar.”

“Get the fuck?—”

He cut me off, his mouth smashing against mine in a bruising kiss. I tried to jerk my head away, but his teeth caught my lip, biting down on it until I tasted blood.

He moaned as his tongue flicked over the edges of my lower lip, and tears stung my eyes at the radiating pain.

I was useless against him, his hand an iron clamp on my wrists, my body not strong enough to throw him off despite the adrenaline burning through my veins.

I’d promise the powers above never to drink again if they saved me from this man.

He was going to kill me.

I whimpered against his mouth, although it only seemed to spur him on more as he drove into me with no remorse.

No, he wouldn’t kill me, Raymond had seen us together. Lots of people had seen us together. He’d be stupid to kill me.

So why was he fucking me like he planned to?

Everyone had their kinks, but if this was his, then he should’ve fucking said so. He was being brutal, animalistic. Things that should’ve been discussed prior.

A dark thought hit me, and I acted, snagging his lip in my own teeth and clamping down hard. Two could play this wicked game if he didn’t want to relent.

Our blood mixed together, and his whole body shuddered with a low moan.

Why on earth did that give me a rush of pleasure?

“Now, now, the little kitty has claws,” he hissed as he pulled back. I glimpsed the red staining his lips, and I automatically ran my tongue over the split he’d caused.

“What the fuck?! You’re too rough,” I snapped, trying to quell my hammering heart and soothe the fear inside me. He was just kinky and into harsh stuff, that was all. But there was something in his eyes that was making me uneasy now as he grinned at me.

“Are you going to lie and tell me you’re not getting some sick pleasure from it?” He paused, hovering over me with that wretched smirk, his dick half sunken into me.

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