Page 41 of Little Psycho

I tilt my head to the side, the mask on my face gleaming under the streetlight behind us.“Well, do you understand or not?”I growl, moving closer to her so the open mouth on my mask is mere inches from her cheek.

Nodding, Calista’s body begins to shake less, the spasms rocking her almost nonexistent.She blinks slowly, her dark, devious lashes fluttering, casting a thin shadow just under her lids.

Kill takes his knife and drags it up the front of her body, using the tip to tease her hard nipples poking through her lacy top.He’s having fun—more fun than I thought—but amped up on cocaine and ecstasy, I’d expect nothing less.

Silently, and with torturous, teasing movements, Ash’s fingers continue to dance across her tan, shimmery skin, slowly making their way toward her throat, where they trace the front of it each time she swallows.

I remove my hand from in front of her mouth, the heat from her breath lingering, but I don’t release her completely just in case she tries to run off even with a knife so close to her fucking heart.I reach out and squeeze her hip, sinking my fingers into her doughy flesh as if I’m kneading it.

“What do you want from me?”she asks in a trembling tone, as if she’s afraid to hear the answer.“I’m not going back there—I’m never going back there.”Frantically, she shakes her head, fear taking over the color of her eyes until they’re nothing but black and wild.

Confused, I stare at her, my eyes peering through the holes in the mask, wondering what the fuck she’s talking about, but then suddenly it clicks in my brain.

“We’re not here to bring you back there, my dark queen,” I soothingly whisper, reaching up to graze her rosy cheek with my tattooed knuckles.

Visibly relaxing, her shoulders drop, and she sighs, pushing out her chest, which again pulls my focus right to it.She knows how to use her body to get what she wants.She knows how to use it as a fucking weapon, all because of the things her parents forced her to do with those men—and our fathers.

I feel for her; my heart breaks even more, making it impossible to put back together because of how many shattered, miniscule pieces it’s currently in.

“Who are you, and what do you want?”She asks again, her tone confident, darkness dripping off every single word as they flow off the tip of her tongue.

Kill gently pushes me out of the way, taking his place in front of her with his body pinned against hers.I step to where he was standing on the side of her, planting my hand on the brick building beside her head, caging her in and preventing her from trying to run off.

Bringing his knife up to her mouth, Kill drags the sharp point across her lips, tracing both top and bottom.“Youlittle cocktease—we fucking wantyou.”A growl falls from his lips under his mask, his voice almost unrecognizable.

Watching her eyes widen as she tries to find out who we are, the only thought on my mind is turning her around and fucking her right here… but I don’t—not yet, anyway.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart,” Ash assures her, lightly wrapping his hand around her throat, trying to get his fingertips to line up with the bruises already on her skin.

Someone’s been choking her, and when I find out who, I’m going to make sure they fucking pay for ruining such a beautiful canvas—our beautiful canvas.

Her head turns to follow Ash’s voice, completely undeterred by the knife being swept across her lips… and fuck, if it doesn’t turn me on to see her not give a shit about it.She’s fucking psychotic, but I can’t blame her for living for the chaos and darkness because, fuck, we all live for it too.

“I’m not scared, savage,” she finally says, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of her lips, undoubtedly reaching her pretty eyes.“You want to fucking choke me?Then do it.Choke me as hard as you can.”Her shoulders straighten as she challenges Ash, pushing her throat against his hand to tempt him.

I can tell, even with his face covered, that he’s taken aback by the level of crazy radiating off of her.But fuck, so ain’t I.That shit turns me on, and it takes everything in me not to show her just how fucking crazy I can be too.

Crazy flocks to crazy—another reminder that I know I’ve met my fucking match—we’ve all met our fucking match in the little girl we fell in love with over a decade ago.Tonight was just a reminder, in case we had forgotten.

“Thought so.”Turning her head, she locks eyes with Kill, her grin widening and growing even more sadistic.“You want to cut me?To use your fucking knife on me?Then fucking do it,blade,” she croons, bravely reaching out to fist the hem of his sweatshirt, pulling him closer.“Have you ever fucked someone with a knife?”she asks, quirking her sculpted brow.“Has it ever been inside of a pussy before?”She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip until she draws blood, seductively darting her tongue out to lick it away.

“Why, do you want me to use my knife on you, little cocktease?Do you want me to fuck your tight little cunt with it?”Kill grumbles, trying hard to hide the desire that’s making his hands shake as he glides the knife down the front of her body again.“Say the word, and I’ll show you just how fucking good I can make you feel.I’ll make you feel better than anyone else ever has, and that’s a fucking promise.”Slipping his knife under her skirt that he pushes above her hips, he drags the point along her slit, coating it in her arousal.

The fact that she isn’t wearing underwear makes it even more satisfying, and I can tell how much she’s turning them on—even me—without even trying to.

“Ha, I fucking doubt that,Blade,” she laughs, trying to provoke him.

Even though it takes all the restraint in his body, Kill stands firm, not taking the bait she’s casting.

Finally, she turns to me, lifting her chin in defiance while trying to show me that she isn’t afraid of us one fucking bit.“What about you?”she asks, sweeping her eyes the length of my body, taking in the all-black attire rapped around me.“What’s your thing?”

Reaching behind me into my waistband, I chuckle.“What’s my thing?”I ask, mimicking her as I pull out my gun and bring it in front of her face, knowing it isn’t loaded.“My thing, Little Psycho, is playing Russian roulette,” I whisper, growling as I switch off the safety and cock it, the hammer clicking loudly in my ears.

“Is that supposed to fucking scare me?”Calista scoffs, a smile spreading across her red lips to show me she isn’t afraid.

“Not one fucking bit, but...”I grin, stepping closer and reclaiming my spot in front of her, pushing my gun between her thighs and shoving them apart.“I didn’t say exactly what I like to play with.”Keeping my eyes on her, I rub the barrel of my gun against her wet cunt, getting it saturated in the juices dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t move, keeping a grin on her face as if to call my bluff.I ease my gun inside her pussy, her jaw parting and her eyes rolling back as I thrust gently.With my finger on the trigger, I press it, the click of the empty shot putting the fear of God in her pretty eyes and a sadistic smirk on my lips.

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