Page 69 of Soul of a Psycho

I want to be scared. I should be scared, abhorred, screaming even, but it’s so warm. Sohim. I want to bathe in it. Drown in it. Mix it with mine and feel it pump through my veins. He presses his palm to the river and drags it down my navel, smearing me.

“On your knees,” he growls and stands.

I do as he says and let the scraps of my costume fall down my waist. I’m eye level with his zipper, and the back of my throat aches with something foreign. A pop of his button and a zip later, he’s free and throbbing.

“Open for me, Angel.”

Chapter Forty-Six

Cade

She’s so pretty with my cock in her mouth, my blood on her face. She’s mine, mine, mine, I thrust. And she loves me. Those few words, out of her lips… I want to bleed myself dry just to give her everything my heart has to offer. If she wanted me to cleave the damn thing from my chest, I would. I am as much hers as she is mine.

She arches her neck, taking all of me, and my eyes roll so far back I think I can see my skull. I’m a breath away from coming down her throat as she sucks those sweet cheeks in around my length. I want to think she’s too good at this, but I think I’m just weak to her mouth. Sky Lyon’s mouth.

I groan and slip my fingers in her hair. Tangling, grasping, tugging. There’s no need for me to push her. She’s swallowing me like she can’t get enough. And I can’t hold out any longer.

“I’m going to…” I try to warn her.

She nods, looking up at me from beneath her lashes, and makes a humming noise in the back of her throat.Mhm, maybe? Doesn’t matter, the vibrations tip me over, and I tense, clutching her hair in my grasp.

“Fuck,” I groan as my cock twitches, squirting cum into her.

She sucks to get every last drop and then swallows. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I yank her up to kiss her.She lets out a gasp as I hoist her up and wrap her legs around my waist, tearing off the last piece of her costume. It was a sham anyway. The real angel is this. My cum filled, blood covered, tear dried, angel.

I press her back into a tree and slip her panties to the side, lining myself up to fuck her.

“You can… still?” she breathes.

“I can, yes,” I say.

I don’t know how I can, but I know I’m the hardest I’ve ever been, and she’s soaked for me. I’m not going to let her down. I press just the tip at her entrance, feeling her wet arousal, and have to slam my palm into the tree above her, my whole body shaking at how good she feels.

God.

I slip slowly inside, feeling her tighten around me as she lets out a blissful sigh. I shred my hand down the tree, trying for some sort of distraction to prevent myself from immediately coming undone again. The bark rips into the knife’s gash as I slide painstakingly slow, in and out of her.

She whimpers.

I growl.

Over and over again, we do this while I hang on by a thread. The noises she makes are too much. And they’re for me. Because of me. She bites her lip because of me. Because of my cock. Because she likes how I feel inside of her.

I can’t hold on, not as she tugs on my hair, and not as she sinks her teeth into my shoulder. I risk removing my hand from the tree and slip it between us. Her clit is swollen and ripe, and I massage two pads of my fingers against it, hoping to push her over the edge. She cries out at the touch, and a little more of my restraint whittles away.

I up my pace, using the blood that drips down my fingers as lubricant. I clutch her body tighter to mine and bury myself inher. We’re a frenzy of breaths when I feel her tighten and dig her nails into my back.

“That’s it,” I grit my teeth. “Cum for me.”

She screams my name, and that’s it for me. With a final thrust, I’m pulsating inside of her, filling her up. I tremble as I hold her up, letting her draw out her orgasm, letting her grind against my fingers and squeeze every bit of cum from my cock.

When I finally let her down, she lands on shaky legs, and I smirk, pulling up my pants. I have the perfect comment on the tip of my tongue, but when I look up, my smirk turns into a frown.

Fuck.

Her hair has leaves in it, she’s smeared in my blood as if she survived a massacre, and her lips are raw. There’s a sheen of sweat on her flushed cheeks, and all she has left on is her red soaked panties. Jesus, what did I do? This is not the same girl I brought into the woods.

I’ve ruined her.

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