Page 276 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

The zips of pain became shooting streaks.

My vision blurred, and I struggled against his hold with all my strength.

John didn’t move an inch.

He leaned closer and wrapped his arm around my head. A network of veins trailed across his hands and stuck out in stark relief against his forearms.

I forgot how to breathe.

Somewhere along the way, I’d stopped viewing him as just a friend. He was an extremely handsome man that I spent every waking moment of my life beside.

Agony.

John rubbed his fist against the top of my head and ruffled my curls. “Where I’m from, we call this a noogie.”

I tried to speak, but he adjusted his arms so his veiny forearm was pressed against my mouth, gagging me. “Fshivjnavuq.” My voice was garbled.

“What was that, bestie? I can’t hear you.” John taunted.

I opened my jaw wider.

Then bit down hard until copper flooded my mouth.

John let out a low, rough noise.

I pulled my head back. Blood dripped down my chin, and I spat it out.

The muscles pinning me to the bed tensed, and John whispered, “Did I say you could spit?”

It took my brain a second to process what he’d said.

When I did, the pain exploded like grenades down my spine.

I made a mental note to add it to my list of times I’d been sexually harassed by my teammates.

I didn’t know who I was filing a complaint with, but someone in the High Court would be hearing from me.

“You’re such a pervert,” I said with a nonchalance I didn’t feel as I punched him in the kidneys and strained to push him off me.

Sometimes I forgot that John was a feared assassin with whipcord, steel muscles.

Now I remembered.

The thighs pinning me to the bed could run for miles, and the arms wrapped around my face had snapped the necks of ungodly.

John’s fingers caught on my curls, and he started rubbing my scalp. “Please, you know you love me.”

My sleepy brain ignored his erratic behavior and purred with delight.

I closed my eyes. “Ugh, that’s good.”

John’s fingers were magic.

The streaking agony down my spine was expected.

The duality of man—pain and pleasure.

After a few minutes of absolute bliss, John said something I missed under his breath, and he pulled away.

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