Page 58 of Little Psycho

It’s harmless.They know I’d never hurt them, but to see the terror in their eyes every time I left something for them to find is arousing.I want more of that feeling.But most importantly, I want to get to know the guys who broke my heart.I don't know them anymore.I knew them years ago, and since then, I know they’ve changed—just like I have.

I’m not under the bed for too long before I hear the front door open, and commotion follows right after.Dom’s voice is loud and clear while Kill’s is raspy, most likely from all the dope he’s been shooting.Ash is quiet like he always has been, but I can hear his soft whisper as the guys make their way further into the apartment.

I lie and wait, mask on, my knife gripped in my hand.I don’t know what my plan is, but I know that tonight, Dom and I are going to come face to face after all this time.

Watching them and memorizing their routine for weeks, I know they’re all sitting in the living room getting high while Ash flips through the TV.The sound of beer cans being opened rings out, a small echo filtering my way.Silence soon follows, making my stomach twist in knots from the suspense.Anticipation grips my nerves, causing me to sweat profusely as I lie here, still and silent, my heart thundering.

As soon as the sound of footsteps echoes in my ears, another smile curls on my lips, and my foot begins to shake.One by one, bedroom doors close, until Dom finally walks into his room, shutting his door behind him.

I watch from under the bed as he undresses, dropping his clothes to a heap on the floor near the closet, his tattooed chest catching my eye.

The bed dips as he gets in, turning off the light beside him.The TV comes on next, giving the room a soft blue glow, and a light buzzing sound enters my ears.

I keep still, resisting the urge to jump out and announce myself.I don’t want to scare him—not yet.I want to keep him on edge for a little while longer.And letting him know I’m right here isn’t a smart move—not when I need him to sweat a little.

So, I’ll lie and wait until the opportunity is just right, and when it does arrive, that’s when my plan will fully unravel.That’s when I’ll let him see who’s been playing him all along.I’ll let him meet the girl he once knew—the same girl he fucked over.

I lie on my back, the hard floor digging into my spine, staring at the bottom of his bed, knuckles gripping the handle of the knife with all my might.Tonight’s the night it all comes to a head.Tonight, we meet again as strangers.I close my eyes, knowing the moment is soon to come.This is it.This is my time.And I’m going to make it fucking count.

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The rhythmic pulsingof my heartbeat almost soothes me to sleep by the time I hear Dom begin to snore, smiling and breathing slowly.I slide out from underneath his bed, careful not to make any noise.

Standing up, I stretch my body, admiring Dom’s half-naked body sprawled out on top of his blanket, a tight pair of boxer briefs hugging his groin and accentuating his slightly hard cock.Under the mask, I lick my lips because I can’t help myself, getting distracted by the lewd thoughts consuming my mind.

Would he wake up if I started fucking him in his sleep?Would he like it?Would he freak the fuck out?

I shake my head, trying to jumble the thoughts as I step closer, at the same time working on slowing my breathing until I’m calm and relaxed.My fingers curl around the knife handle, my heart pounding with anticipation as I hover over Dom, snoring away.The urge to strike is strong, but I know I have to bide my time.This is a game of patience—of physical torment, and I’m playing to fucking win.

As I stand here, gazing down at him, I feel a sudden surge of power coursing through me.I take a step closer, my eyes never leaving Dom as I get ready to straddle his waist, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of my lips.

I quickly undress, leaving only my mask and socks on.Then, with no second guessing myself, I quickly but carefully climb onto the bed and straddle his waist.With my knife to his throat, the blade gently touching his skin, I rock my pussy back and forth over his covered cock, ripping a soft grunt from his parted lips.He doesn’t stir.He doesn’t wake up.He just lies underneath me, still and hard, just the way I want him.

As he grows even harder, his cock rubbing against my clit with each thrust, my body shudders and moisture drips out of me, soaking him and his boxers.I study his face under the glow of the moonlight streaming in through the window.His long, dark, curious lashes curl perfectly above his lids, fluttering here and there as his eyes move rapidly from side to side.His puffy, full lips are slightly parted, letting soft moans and snores slip out from between them, and with each breath, his tattooed chest rises and falls in perfect rhythm.

He’s fucking stunning—more stunning than I remember.

But beneath the cluttered canvas of tattoos making up his entire body—the perks of owning your own shop—I can still see the scars we was trying to hide—old and new.And all I want to do, even as I sit here and take in the sight of him, forgetting everything they’ve done, is kiss every single scar on his body, just to show him he’s gorgeous just the way he is.

With my eyes roaming across his chest, I catch sight of my name tattooed over his heart, and feelings of longing and guilt flood my core.I almost drop the knife, but I manage to compose myself, falling deeper into character than I had planned.

Making sure my blade is in place just below his adam's apple, I gently ease his underwear down until his cock springs free, tapping against my pussy.I shiver, but waste no time guiding him to my entrance, using the wetness he unknowingly coaxed from me as lube to let every inch of him slide right in.

My back arches and my hips rise, slowly sinking on his cock until I’m fully seated on his lap…and then I begin to move.Gripping the knife tighter, I use my other hand to grip the sheet for more support, not wanting to wake him.Fucking him while he’s sleeping is so much easier.My only hope is that he sleeps right through it.

But he doesn’t, of course.

Eventually, I begin to bounce harder, being a desperate, needy slut for him and he knows nothing about it.His eyes fling open, and his hands go right to my hips, clasping tightly around them.

“What the fuck?”he gasps, still half asleep, as he tries to figure out what’s happening.

He looks at my face quizzically, trying to decipher the identity beneath the mask.

“Shh,” I whisper, feeling tingles spread through my whole body while my clit pulses like its own heartbeat.

I almost forget about my knife, but the look on his beautiful, sleeping face makes me remember, and I push the gleaming edge harder against his skin.

“Who are you and what do you want?”he grunts, still holding my hips while I fuck him through the chaos.

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