Page 23 of Little Psycho

“What, you want to wear them now?”His brow raises playfully, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

“Yeah, I want to be comfortable,” I admit.

“Fine by me.I’m dying to see how sexy you look wearing my fucking clothes,” he mutters, doing an obvious sweep of my body with his hungry, dark eyes.

I can hear Addy giggling as she talks to Five—even though he can’t see or hear her—and I’m grateful for her carefree demeanor in contrast to my growing anxiety.

“Well, I’ll show you in just a minute,” I flirt back, following his simple directions to the only bathroom in his apartment.

As I change, I take a moment to collect myself and figure out my next move.I can’t stay here forever, and I certainly can’t keep running from the people I used to call my family.But for now, being near the excitement that happens in the underground helps me forget my troubles, and besides, there’s something about Five that I want to explore, even if it is wrong.

When I emerge from the bathroom after changing, freshening up, and taking more of my medication, I find Five leaning against the wall, watching me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

“Feeling better?”he asks, his gaze lingering on me longer than it should.

I nod.“Yeah, much better,” I reply, trying to sound confident.“Thanks for the shirt and pants.I appreciate it.”

“I was right,” he growls softly, rubbing his hands together as his bottom lip gets tugged between his teeth.“Youdolook hot as fuck in my clothes.Where the fuck did you come from all of a sudden, Little Mystery?”

Staring at him as we stand awfully close in his dark hallway, something comes over me.I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’m able to finally make my own choices or what, but I step up to him, fisting the hem of his shirt and giving him a little tug against my body.

“Hell,” I admit.“I came from fucking hell.”I stand on my tiptoes to reach him, now in a pair of crisp white Nikes, and boldly press my lips against his, taking control of a kiss for the first time in my life.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but I’m swept off my feet immediately.He grabs the back of my beck and pulls me closer, holding me in place while his tongue puts mine in a trance from the intense battle they’re locked in.

“You’ve got this under control,”Addy whispers in my ear as me and Five stumble down the hall, tearing at each other’s clothes.“I’m going to watch the race,”she adds.

I open my eyes, and she’s gone, no one but me and Five alone in the dark, desperately fiending for one another.I don’t second-guess myself or dwell on the fact that this isn’t the right way to cope with my trauma.

But, fuck, is there a right way?

“Addy,” Five mumbles against my lips as one hand slides up my shirt and the other dips into the front of my pants, pausing, teasing, and addicting.

Forgetting that I told him Addy was my name, I don’t answer right away, feeling upset that he called out Addy’s name and not mine.And then he says it again, pulling me toward the bright lights shining in through his window.

“Addy, is this what you want?”he asks, sincerity in his eyes that tug at my heartstrings.

No one has ever asked me that before.No one has ever cared about what I wanted.So the fact that Five cares does something tantalizing to me, making me want to give him everything I fucking have to offer.

Fuck it.

“I want this, Five.”I smirk, feeling my heart racing.“I want you to sweep me off my feet like you did with that kiss.”I tug my bottom lip between my teeth and lean in to kiss him again, feeling the strong rush of desire flooding my veins.

The heat sizzles between us as we stumble further into the room, lost in each other and the moment.I forget about all the trouble that lurks outside of these walls, and I let myself get swept away with Five.We crash onto his bed, our bodies entwined and our passion fueling a raw need for each other.He allows me to let go of my past, the darkness, and the fear, and I let myself be captivated by the thrill of this new desire.

It’s wrong on so many levels, but it feels so damn right.

One by one, each piece of clothing we’re both wearing comes off, and before I know it, he’s staring at my naked body—scars and all.I don’t shy away from his gaze, especially not when I see the look on his face—like he wants me.Like he loves what he sees.I roll on top of him and wrap my hand around his throat as he rolls a condom swiftly on his massive dick.

“You ride?”he asks, holding my hips and guiding me down on his shaft.

“Of course I ride,” I moan as I sink on him, feeling the piercing in the tip of his dick pushing through the thin latex and against my cervix.

I shudder, sitting up straight and arching my back, my hand still wrapped around his throat.

If I squeezed hard enough, I could strangle him.But with a dick this good, do I want to kill him?Fuck no.

I begin to bounce slowly, feeling every inch of him slide in and out of me.His eyes roll back and his grip tightens, his hips surging upward to meet my movements.As I ride him, he thrusts, making the pleasure stronger and more intense.

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