Page 58 of The Pretty Psycho

This man, this pretty psycho, who would destroy anything and everyone for me, messed up all my plans. He fucked up everything I thought I wanted to have, and he made me see that I didn't want to live in fear. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life keeping people at arm's length just because that made it easier to leave them once the time for that came.

No, he pushed my boundaries even when we wanted to hate each other. He made me see and feel things. He made me realize that not all monsters hid their true nature.

I thought I wanted to find a nice man to settle down and heal with, but in reality, I needed a villain to make me see the truth. A good man would've sacrificed me just to save the rest of the world. But the villain—the villain would destroy every single person on his path just to get to me.

And Adrian was just that—my villain.

"I want you," I murmured, looking straight into his eyes. "Take me. Show me. Erase him from my body, Adrian." He trembled underneath my fingers, as if he too couldn't stand being separated from me anymore.

I trusted him with my life, and I knew he would never hurt me.

"Are you sure?" His voice turned hoarse, deeper, barely holding himself together. I could feel it in his touch, I could see it in his eyes—he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Maybe even more. But he wasn't going to do anything unless I was truly okay with it, and that's why he was the man I needed. That's why he was the only one I could imagine having and helping me without tearing my soul apart.

"I'm more than sure, babe," I murmured, loving the blaze of heat in those dark depths the moment that term of endearment came out of my mouth.

We were both so starved for love that what we felt for each other seemed like an avalanche pushing through our systems. Neither one of us knew about the true love we were supposed to find when we were much younger than now. Neither one of us knew what a healthy relationship looked like, because we never saw it with our eyes.

Seconds felt like years while we stood there, staring at each other, but I knew it wouldn't be much longer before the point of no return. And like animals, primal, ready for each other, we attacked, fighting for dominance, pushing each other, until we bumped against the bed.

Adrian bit, kissed, and licked my neck, wrapping his hands around my arms and tightening his grip, holding my wrists together. My heart raced, desperate to be closer to him.

My shirt was the first thing to disappear, all but ripped from my body, followed by my pants.

His eyes dragged over my body as I stood there only in my underwear and nothing else. I was never a shy person and getting naked was more often than not part of my job, but the way his eyes ran over me, stopping at the bruises and cuts Tyler had left, made me want to cover myself. It made me want to hide, but I knew there was no use even trying to do it.

My blood was lava, desperate to be extinguished by him, by his touch, and the way that only he could make me feel.

"You look like a goddess," he grunted, his hand softly landing on my waist. "Like every dream I've ever had."

"Not a nightmare?" I chuckled, or at least I tried to. Before I could finish the sentence, he had me pulled closer to him, our fronts pressed together as he stared down at me with emotions I couldn't quite decipher right now.

"If you are my nightmare, then I never want to wake up, Bambi. If you wanted to, you could lead me into hell and back and I wouldn't even blink an eye. That's how much I trust you. That's how much you own me. And you really do." He smiled softly. "You own me, baby."

"Adrian," I murmured, my voice barely above whisper. "I-I?—"

"You don't have to say anything," he said. "As a matter of fact, I don't want you to say anything because I know that you might need time to absorb everything. But I am telling you now," he lowered his head until his breath washed over my ear, tickling me in the process. "I am never letting you go, so if you ever get bored of me I recommend finding a way to find me interesting again, because you're mine. From this moment on, you belong to me. Your body." He dragged his hand over my stomach as to make a point. "And your heart," he murmured, placing his hand just above the thundering organ.

"Then take me," I said, going on my tiptoes just enough to place my lips mere inches from his. "I'm yours."

As if the switch was flipped with those simple words, Adrian had me up in the air within seconds, effortlessly lifting me and slowly depositing me on top of the bed, climbing on right after me. His hands ran over my thighs, eliciting goosebumps all over my body, before moving on to my shoulders, my belly, dragging softly over the bruises that would need a couple of more days tofade just on top of my ribs, his eyes drinking in every single inch of me.

His lips landed on mine, pressing a chaste kiss just before moving toward my neck, licking, biting, and kissing, and repeating the same process all over my body. He had me squirming within minutes and I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, my core desperate for his touch.

"Adrian!" I moaned, arching my back as his lips wrapped around my nipple, teasing, pulling, and using his teeth. I was mindless with pleasure and it took me a moment for my mind to recognize what exactly he was doing.

He was making this about me. My pleasure, my comfort, and as he kept leaving marks of his own on my skin, worshiping me like no other man ever has, the tears I tried keeping at bay spilled over my cheeks, making me shudder under his touch.

His head lifted up, those brows furrowing the moment he saw the expression on my face. "Vega?" He stopped abruptly, pulling me up and right into his arms. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you? We can stop if you want to."

But I couldn't speak. I couldn't find words, because no one had ever worshiped me. No one had taken the time to figure out how to truly please me, how to show me all these different aspects of what sex could be. It was more than just an exchange, but I didn't know that before. I didn't know that it could feel this much, to the point where it both broke my heart and mended it, making me see all that I was missing over the years.

"I-I'm sorry," I hiccuped, burying my face in his chest and soaking the T-shirt he wore with my tears. "I don't k-know what's wrong with me."

"It's okay," he mumbled, cradling my head and holding me tighter than ever. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." I shook my head. He was everything I didn't know I needed and everything I wanted, breaking me down slowly withhis soft touches and perfect words. "It j-just," I stammered. "It just felt like too much."

"Do you want us to stop?"

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