Page 7 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

“I-I was only trying to be helpful,” I said before I licked my lips nervously and watched his hand as it trailed down my belly.

“No one does anything for free, so why don't you cut the bullshit and tell me what you want?” he said as he ran his knife over my underwear.

Before I could consider a reply, he jumped up onto the table to crouch over me. He placed the knife beside my head and held my neck. Behind his mask, I’d seen his dark eyes, his strength and determination to complete the tasks he had set for himself, but somehow, seeing his face showed me so much more. The cold brutality that he was capable of and the lack of emotions in his life. I wondered if my Grandfather or father would have become like Cyrus had they not found a balance in their lives. Perhaps Cyrus was a true psychopath.

“I know about your sister, Ruby. I can understand why you do this, and I don't want anything in return,” I said as I looked at him straight in the eyes.

If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. His hazel brown eyes had several other colours in them, and they were astonishing to see this close. The same eyes I’d been obsessing over were darker and full of rage with a raw underlying distrust and pain. His nostrils flared up, and he sniffed hard before his hand tightened around my neck.

“Don’t you ever mention my sister again,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “You think you fucking know me because you read about some shit that happened decades ago?”

He pushed my blouse and bra off my body and bit my breast above my nipple, causing me to gasp. His hand pushed into my panties, and I closed my eyes because I knew how wet I was. He used two fingers and pushed them inside of me.

“So this is what you want,” he murmured as he licked around his bite before he sucked my nipple into his mouth hard. “You want to know what it’s like to be fucked by a monster. Is that it?”

I bit into my lower lip as he began to fuck me with his fingers.

“Such a filthy wet cunt you have here,” he murmured against my wet nipple. “It feels too tight for a dirty whore.”

His mouth moved over to my other nipple as he thrust his fingers deeper, and I flinched when they went too deep.

“What the fuck! You're a virgin?” he snarled at me.

“Surprise?” I managed to squeak out, but my pussy clenched around his fingers because I needed more.

“Fucking, fuck. Fuck it all to hell,” he raged before he got off the table.

He stood there and looked at his wet fingers before he glanced at me and stuck them into his mouth. Time stood still as he sucked on them until I saw his face soften before he groaned.

“So fucking sweet,” he whispered before he broke his gaze from mine and turned around to leave the room.

Between my Dad, Grandfather and brothers, there had been little chance to date like a normal person of my age. I still remember my Dad glaring at my prom date before he took him aside for a ‘chat.’ Poor Garrett was never the same after that. He never laid a finger on me, and when I asked him to dance, he looked around nervously before he joined me on the dance floor, only to stay half a metre away from me. My father had frightened the shit out of him, so in the end, I’d hung out with classmates and let him off the hook. I guess it hadn't helped that I was only fourteen to his sixteen.

I sighed as I glanced around the plastic-covered room. I knew he wouldn't kill me, but I had taken him by surprise. I smiled when I thought of how I’d left him my video message in this very room. A shiver ran through me since I wore little clothing and his secret room had no windows since it was hidden behind his library. From the last time I was here, I remembered how I’d discovered the room. There was a huge space on the floor that had been missing. It could be easily missed since his house was massive.

I looked for the tiny camera until I found it on the ceiling. He would probably kill me if he knew I’d left my cameras here to spy on him like a pervert. The man had many demons, but nothing could sway me from the fact that I wanted him. He was the first man that I’d felt compelled to learn about and stalk before I’d tracked him down.

Even as I lay in his kill room, I knew he wouldn't kill me. He might have some sadistic tendencies, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. The Molloy women were built differently, and my Grandmother named me a dark Angel for a reason.

Chapter 8

Cyrus

I stormed outside into the afternoon sunshine and fumbled around in my pocket for my pack of cigarettes. My nerves calmed after my fifth draw. All of my previous ‘relationships’ had been fake. The need to appear normal within society and the need to fuck something other than my hand were the only reasons I’d dated, but they had been short-term superficial arrangements. Emilia Molloy was different from anyone I’d met, male or female. I flicked the ash onto the driveway and pulled out my phone to check on my pretty little guest.

As soon as I saw her naked body on my table, my dick jerked in my pants. I sucked on my cigarette before I zoomed in on her face. She wasn't deceitful in her answers, and she didn't struggle with her confinement to the table either. It didn't give her the right to dig into my private life even though she had laid the bulk of my crimes at Simon’s door. I’d been looking forward to slicing that fucker up.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered to myself. “A fucking virgin.”

She was tied up on my table, but instead of killing her, I wanted to vent all my carnal frustrations out on her on my table of death. I paused in bringing my cigarette up to my mouth because her blood would spill, only not in the usual way. The thought of having Emilia’s blood smeared on my cock made me leak inside my pants like a fucking horny teenager.

Her pussy had been incredibly tight, and having my fingers soaked by her clear arousal meant our attraction was more than mutual. I took the final drag of my cigarette as I came to the conclusion that she had forced herself into my world and she was old enough to bear the consequences. I stubbed the cigarette out in the nearby flowerbed and took it inside to dispose of. She was making me fucking paranoid, but I wouldn’t leave my DNA around.

I braced myself before I went into my kill room because seeing her naked again required strong willpower. Since she couldn't move her head her dark eyes followed me as I began to unstrap her.

“You're going to be my guest until I’m satisfied,” I stated while glancing at her dusky pink and brown nipples that I’d had my mouth on.

“Satisfied?” she asked.

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