Page 40 of Soul of a Psycho

But for being at death’s door, he doesn’t stop, even angling in a way where precious parts of him rub against my clit. My body reacts to the sensation, turning electric as heat pours from my skin. A sheen of sweat coats both of us, and he brings his forehead to mine. His eyes pierce me, ravenous and blown out as he looks into my soul while carefully pumping into me. I’m caught in them, ensnared and lost.

To add insult to injury, he snakes a hand around my throat, further seizing me, and causing my pulse to bounce back on itself. I’ve never liked being under someone’s thumb, but beingunder Cade is a different battlefield. One where dying at his hands feels like a victory. I want him to possess me, own me, brand me and defeat me until I’m too weak to walk away.

“I’m yours,” I breathe. “You can do whatever you want to me,” I unabashedly plead.

A sudden tremor rocks him, and he squeezes his eyes shut. Before I can fight, he quickly slips out of me. The loss is like nothing I’ve ever felt, and I cry out as he pushes up to his knees.

“Why did—” I start.

“Spread,” he cuts me off.

His jaw is clenched, his whole body taut with an abrupt agitation, and I do as I’m told. I open my legs to him, not out of fear, but because I want to please him. I let his gaze roam over me. I distract myself from the vulnerability the exposure causes, and focus on his cock. It’s still pulsing and hard, glistening with my wetness, and I lick my lips. I’m overcome with a hunger to taste myself on him, taste the way we come together, but before I can move, he does.

He falls to his knees at the edge of the bed, cutting off my sight, and confusion prickles at me before he grabs my waist and yanks me down. I gasp as his head is suddenly between my thighs, and I feel his warm breath on my pussy. New heat pools from me, and embarrassment burns my cheeks.

“You said I could do whatever I want.” His voice has taken on a teasing lilt as he trails a thumb along the tender inner of my thigh.

“You want to…?” I can’t finish my sentence with his touch searing my skin.

“More than anything,” he purrs with a mischievous smirk.

My legs shake involuntarily as he lowers his head and presses his lips to my clit. All I can do is whimper when his tongue slips between me. I’ve only ever had my own fingers against my clit, and his tongue is a new sensation that wreaks havoc on my nerveendings. It’s slick and warm as he swirls and flicks, and I buck in euphoria.

I swear I hear him chuckle over my moans, but I don’t care as long as he doesn’t stop. I don’t even care if I seem like I’m enjoying this too much. I’m sure the other girls he’s been with have made him work for it, but I don’t have the capacity to hide what he’s doing to me.

His tongue dips and runs between me, lapping at my arousal. Just knowing I’m coating his tongue is enough to put me over the edge, and I cry out his name.

He groans into my core and fills me with his tongue. Whatever he’s doing has me fisting the sheets and squeezing my eyes shut. He’s absolutely wicked with his movements, relentless and vicious. He rubs my clit with his thumb as he fucks me with his mouth, alternating back and forth, and drinking me in. No one does what he’s doing unless they enjoy it. And his pleasure sends mine through the roof. I gasp out his name as my body tenses, my nerve endings on the bridge of electrifying me.

“Not yet,” he growls, and abruptly stops. “I want to feel you come on my dick.”

I’m already so eager when his body slides over me. He presses into me with one swoop, and I’m back on the cusp within seconds.

“Sky,” he groans.

I revel in his undone tone, matching it with any air I can get.

“Cade…”

His body tenses, and I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum. It’s enough to push me over, and I wrap my arms around his neck while my own orgasm pours from me. I clench around his cock, wracked with the way he holds himself against my clit, drawing out my pleasure with every tremor.

“All over me,” he encourages, pressing his forehead to mine. “Drench me, Angel.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Cade

Ilean against the sycamore outside Lamb Hall, letting the rain drench my hood. You would think the heavens would have opened up after last night, but I think I pissed off the higher power. There isn’t a ray of light to grace the morning, and everyone that steps outside starts running without even a passing glance at me. Which is disappointing, considering I’ve put myself on full display for everyone to see, forgoing my hiding to make a point.

Sky ismine.

It’s nearing five minutes’ till class, and she still hasn’t come out. If I’ve learned anything by watching her, it’s that she’s obscenely early. Any million of things could be causing her to run late today, but all I can think is what if the prick with skull paint doesn’t know who he’s fucking with? What if I shouldn’t have taken Sky back to her dorm in the first place?

After ourexplosion, she fell asleep in the crook of my arm. She was so warm and soft, and it was so nice listening to her breathe. But my eyes kept drifting closed, desperate for sleep, and I didn’t trust she wouldn’t slip from my grasp and poke around in my things. We may have slept together, but she can’t learn my secrets.

She can’t learn that I am planning to bomb graduation.

I wrapped her in one of my fresh jackets and carried her back to her dorm. Her drowsy head rested on my shoulder the whole walk, her arms barely holding around my neck, and I don’t know if she was fully awake when I nudged her inside. We only barely spoke after coming undone, just enough to answer her timid question about all the dead birds.

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