Page 60 of The Pretty Psycho

But I wanted this. I wanted the monster hiding behind and I didn't want him to treat me like a fragile little girl.

"Tell me!" he roared, his cock massaging my G-spot, making my eyes flutter closed.

"I-I," I stammered, knowing I couldn't let him have it all so easily. "I'm not sure. You're not." Fuck. I could barely keep my eyes open, seeing the darkening in his gaze. But I wanted more. I wanted him to take me, use me, hurt me, break me only to build me up again. "You're not too convincing!" I yelled out as his cock slammed into me.

I had no idea how, but he had us off of the bed in a second, pressing me to the wall right next to it with his dick still inside of me.

"Tell." He slammed inside of me, holding me up. "Me." Slam. "You're." Slam. "Mine!"

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out, hitting the wall with the back of my head. "I'm yours. I'm all fucking yours!" His dark chuckle pushed through the fog in my mind, making me open my eyes. His eyes shone with emotions that mirrored my own, but it was more than just the need to come, the need to claim. It was thedark promise that he would kill anyone and anything coming my way.

He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pressing his forehead to mine as his cock pushed in and out, in and fucking out, bringing me to the brink of madness. His other hand snuck between us, rubbing my clit with a precision I could not fathom.

My mouth opened, my eyes shuddered. "Look at me, Bambi. Give me those eyes."

"I-I," I moaned. "I can't. It's too much."

"Fucking look at me!" he roared. "Look at the man whose heart you own!" It was the command in his voice, the way he held me and played me like I was his favorite instrument. My eyes met his and the fire I saw in his eyes pushed me over the edge and I fell.

Burst apart.

Shattered.

I had no idea what happened, but my body wasn't my own anymore. It belonged to him, to this beautiful yet complicated man. My orgasm tore through my body, burning everything in its wake and erasing any trace of Tyler from my bloodstream.

His roar registered somewhere in the back of my mind along with the feel of his hot cum filling me up, marking me as his. My limbs felt heavy, my heart full, and I could barely keep my eyes open. His cock was still half hard inside of me, making me moan as he moved us toward the bed, sitting with his back to the headboard with me still on his cock. His arms were tightly wrapped around me, his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling me and placing soft kisses.

I had no idea what I did to deserve this man, but I would take it.

My eyes zeroed in on the mark I left on his neck, bright red with the indent of my teeth in his skin. My thumb brushedover it, feeling Adrian shudder underneath me as I pressed my finger against it, making him close his eyes on a moan. His cock twitched inside me, making me heady with power, like I was on top of the world.

"You don't want to do that, Bambi," he rasped, taking my hand in his and kissing my fingers. "I need to rest, woman." He laughed, moving the hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear. "Did I hurt you?" he asked suddenly, his eyes darkening at the sight of the old bruises on my body.

I wiggled on top of him, earning another grunt, feeling sticky from our fluids but for whatever reason, loving it more than I should. "No," I murmured, lowering my head and pressing my lips to his cheek. "You did not hurt me." My teeth found their mark at his chin, biting softly. "I want more. I want to mark you." I swiveled my hips, feeling him getting harder and harder inside of me. "I want to see my name on your skin. I want them all to know you belong to me."

His fingers landed on my hips, flexing, digging into my skin, telling me without words what he wanted.

"Then do it, Bambi," he said, his voice becoming deeper. "Mark me." I pulled back and looked down at him. "Make me yours."

His eyes shone with everything he felt for me, and without thinking, I pulled myself up, moaning as his cock slid out of me. I wrapped my hand around his base and dove down, licking the mix of our cum off of him, feeling him harden on my tongue.

"Fuuuuck!" The guttural sound tore from him just as his hand wrapped around my hair, letting me suck him the way I wanted to. I could feel myself growing wetter with every new stroke of my tongue over him, cleaning him up, kissing his crown. "Baby, please," he groaned, throwing his head back, but we weren't going to play that game.

I pushed away from him suddenly, making him open his eyes and frown at me. "Vega?"

"Shhh." I pressed a finger to his lips and got off the bed, locating my target.

He left his knives on top of the kitchen counter when we came in, and before he could complain again, I snatched one of them, walking back toward him.

His eyes widened, that little smirk making an appearance once again when I sat down on top of him, his cock nestled between my legs. His mouth opened and then closed when he saw the knife in my hand.

"What are you going to do with that, Bambi?" That dangerous glint in his eye was back once more, making me lean forward and pressing my chest to his.

"I'm going to make you mine."

I dragged the tip of the knife over his pec, hearing him hiss as the cold metal touched his skin, but he didn't move. He did nothing but stare at me with the love I wasn't ready to accept, holding on to me as if his life depended on it.

The sharp blade of the knife cut through his skin as I dragged the first line down, stopping right above his nipple, feeling his cock twitching between my legs. Blood ran down his skin just as I ran my tongue over it, drinking him in, his essence, the very core of him. His fingers dug deeper into my skin, almost punishing, but we both needed this.

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