Page 53 of Little Psycho

I have a small laugh as I put the paper in the center of the table and stand up, wishing I could see their faces when they find it.But I can’t wait around and risk getting caught.

Heading for the open window, I easily slip out the way I snuck in, embracing the brisk temperature of the early morning.And as the sun begins to glow, peaking over the horizon, I walk away from their apartment like nothing ever happened, pretty much the same thing I’ve been doing the majority of my life.

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With my knifesecure in my hand, I tiptoe up the stairs to Five’s apartment, feeling like I’m making a mistake coming back here after the guys found out where I was.But I have nowhere else to go, so I have to suck it up.

The door is unlocked, so I walk right in, half expecting to be walking into a trap.But that doesn’t happen.Light snores and the sound of the TV blur coming from Five’s room at the end of the hall.I follow them like a map, with a smile on my face and fire in my soul the closer I get.

I lean over his sleeping form, watching him briefly as his sculpted chest rises and falls.Putting the sharp edge of the blade to his throat, I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his warm cheek.His eyes fling open on instinct, and when he feels the knife pressing into his skin, he freezes, his beautiful eyes frantic as they search mine for answers.

“Shh, be a good boy, Five, and do exactly what I fucking tell you,” I demand in a sweet voice, confusing the fuck out of him.I drop my backpack on the floor by the bed and climb in with him, straddling his waist.“They were here, weren’t they?”I ask, rocking my hips back and forth to get his cock even harder.

“They were, yeah,” he answers, biting back a grin from the friction of my pussy over his cock.

“And what did they want?”I drag my nails down his chest, making him shiver from the deep scratch marks I leave behind.

“They wanted to know where you were.”

“They don’t need to fucking know,” I seethe, feeling anger begin to bubble up inside of me.

“Calista,” he says my name for the first time, and I fucking lose it.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” I snap, rocking harder.“You can call me anything you want, except for that.”

“Relax, Little Psycho, I’m not going to do anything to hurt you or put you in a position to be hurt.”He smiles, completely undeterred by the knife pressed against the front of his neck.

“You don’t know the hell I went through.The hell those boys and their fathers put me through without even knowing it,” I admit, feeling vulnerable and absolutely hating it.

Five smiles again, easily taking the knife out of my hand.Sliding the tip under the strap of my tank top, he slices it off so it falls off my shoulder, then cuts the other one to match.

And I let him, needing whateverthisis that’s about to happen between us.

He then sets the knife on the mattress and traces my lips with the calloused pad of his thumb.Grasping the hem of my top in his strong fists, he tugs roughly, ripping my shirt straight down the middle and freeing my breasts from the tight fabric that was confining them.And then he picks up the knife again, running the sharp tip over my nipples to make them hard.

“You don’t have to tell me what you went through or what they did; just let me take care of you now.”He continues to trace circles around my nipples with the knife as I grind against him, turning us both on—not a single word spoken between us.

The sympathetic look in his tired eyes tells me everything I need to know and then some.In one swift move, he flips me onto my back and rolls on top of me, pressing all his weight into my body.My knife gets put to my throat, but it doesn’t phase me.With his free hand, Five reaches between our sweaty, trembling bodies and pushes down my pants along with my thong, parting my legs so he can slide between them.

“I know what you need, baby,” he grunts, grinding his body against mine, showing me how hard I’ve already made him.“I know exactly what you fucking want.”

“Is that right?”

As I wrap my arms around his torso, pulling him closer, he purposely cuts just above my collarbone, drawing a little drop of blood that he licks away seductively.Pushing his shorts down to free his cock, I cup his firm ass and dig my nails into his flesh as he devours my neck with his tongue and teeth.

“Five,” I moan, finally breaking the silence.

“What is it, baby girl?”he whispers soothingly, running his lips up the side of my neck to my ear, tugging my lobe between his perfect teeth.

“I need you,” I admit, shivering as his cock rubs against my pussy lips, setting fire to my sensitive nerves and igniting something much more intense within my bones.

His lips move from my ear, grazing gently across my cheek, not stopping until they’re mere inches from mine, teasing and taunting me with the hopes of a kiss.

“Tell me what you need, Little Psycho.Tell me how I can make it all better.”A raspy whisper slips from his lips as he inches them even closer to mine, still grinding his cock into my pussy.

“Fuck me, Five.Ineedto feel you inside me, as deep as you can fucking go—please,” I beg, hearing the desperation in my voice as my resolve begins to crumble for him to witness.

“Does my little psycho want me to fuck her nice and gentle, or does she want me to fuck her like my little needy slut I know she is?”He asks, grinning, his eyes staring directly into mine as he waits for my answer.

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