Page 79 of Little Psycho

But I push forward, delivering one final jab that I hope will shut her the fuck up.“You want me to shove you against the tunnel for all of the fucking bums to see and fuck you like a dirty two-dollar whore?”I roar, a wicked grin twisting on my lips as I watch her jaw drop in shock and her eyes narrow, betraying a hint of intrigue she won’t admit to.

“What a fucked up thing to say, Killian,” she pouts, feigning innocence while putting on the act she does so fucking well.

Yet, I can see right through her facade.This isn’t my first encounter with Delilah, and it certainly won’t be my last.We fight like brother and sister but fuck like passionate enemies; it’s a beautiful fucking disaster.

“Text me if you want to meet up later, but until then, I’m done playing this fucking game.”I grab my bag and start walking past her, the urge to lash out bubbling to the surface at the bottom of my consciousness.

“All fucking talk, Killian,” she yells after me, taunting me and pushing me to the fucking brink.

Ignoring her doesn’t work, not when she’s got me so fucking hot right now—not in a good way—and to be honest, a little turned on just thinking about fucking her like a dirty whore just for me to unleash my anger on.

Spinning around quickly so I make myself dizzy, I drop my bag, hearing it land with a thud on the concrete.I storm over to her, unbuckling my belt on the way.

Noticing the crazed, demonic look in my eyes, she takes a couple steps backward, not intending for her back to hit the wall of the tunnel, trapping her.She sucks in a breath as I rush up to her, pinning her body beneath mine and keeping her firmly against the wall.

“What, are you fucking scared now, D?Was all that just a big game you were fucking talking?”I snap, spitting each word heavily with venom as I ease my pants down a smidge to roll on a condom, then roughly spin her around, violently pressing her cheek against the wet paint on the tunnel wall from another piece that I painted.

“I’m not scared, Killian.You’re all talk,” she hums, smirking as I stand behind her, not moving, seemingly having second thoughts about what I was just about to do.

Continuing to hold her face against the wall with my palm, I violently rip her leggings down and kick her feet apart, settling myself between her legs.

“I’m all fucking talk, huh?Is that what you fucking said?”I bite harshly, waiting for the right moment to show her that I’m not all talk.

And of course, since it’s Delilah, that doesn’t take long at all.

“You don’t have it in you to fuck me the way you’re claiming—but Dominic does for sure,” she giggles, pissing me off and finally pushing me over the edge.

I line up my cock with her cunt and brutally thrust my hips, slamming her against the wall with brutal force and shoving my entire cock so deep inside her that she yelps, her body tensing in pain.But I don’t stop, nor do I take it easy.She wanted the rough, hate sex, and that’s exactly what she’s going to get.

With each forceful impact, her ass slapping against my pelvis, my cock plunges into her over and over again, ripping her insides apart and leaving streaks of blood on the condom.Reaching around the front of her, I grab her throat and tightly squeeze it, bringing my lips next to her ear while I have her the way I want her.

“Is this what you fucking wanted, you dirty fucking slut?”I hiss, thrusting away with so much ferocity that my groin begins to throb every time I slam into her.But I can’t stop, mainly because it feels so fucking good.

She doesn’t speak, not with my hand choking the shit out of her.But I want it this way.I don’t want to hear her fucking voice; it’s just another reminder of how I’m potentially betraying Calista and my loyalty to her.

Her body shakes against mine, obviously enjoying it, even though you can feel the hatred seeping from every pore in my body, drenching her in it.I feel myself blacking out, squeezing her throat even harder.

I close my eyes, still pinning her in place, and immediately picture Calista, pretending it’s her that I’m fucking, even if it is twisted and wrong on so many levels.I don’t give a fuck.I’m lost in the moment—the heat of the friction blurring the lines between pleasure and anger.

Each thrust carries not just my body but the weight of all the unresolved feelings that Calista stirs within me.The memories of her haunt me like shadows, flickering at the edges of my mind, but I push them aside, focusing on the reality in front of me instead.

Delilah’s breath comes in deep gasps, a mix of pain and something I refuse to recognize as pleasure.I dig my fingers deeper into the side of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken, and it’s fucking intoxicating—addicting almost.

There’s a rush that comes from keeping her at my mercy, from knowing that I have total control over this situation—and yet, some part of me is reluctant to admit that the connection between us has the ability to be something great, no matter how much I don't want it or how much I try to fight it.

“Come on, Delilah,” I growl, my voice a low rasp against her ear as I quicken my pace, hearing the sound of our bodies colliding, bouncing off the concrete.“Tell me you fucking love it—that you love when I fuck you like a slut.Tell me you need it.”

“Fuck you,” she manages to choke out, but there’s a hollowness in her defiance, like she’s trying to convince herself as much as me.

I chuckle darkly—the sound reverberating off the walls like a warning bell—then release my grip slightly, just enough that she can draw in a breath or two.

“That’s it, keep talking,” I demand, twisting the sensation and edging the desire just a little more.

The thrill of dominating her races through my veins, igniting the dark pleasures I’ve kept buried for so long.With every pound—every sharp intake of breath from her—I lose myself further in this hectic world we’ve spiraled into together without even meaning to.

“Just...get it over with,” she finally gasps, and though I can hear the sass in her tone, there’s an edge of desperation too—an unspoken challenge in her eyes that dares me to push harder to prove that I can give her the release she craves, even if she won’t admit it.

I feel like a storm ready to break.The walls of my restraint crumble, and each thrust becomes a statement that I’m a force she can’t ignore.I pick up the tempo, brutal and relentless, losing myself in a rhythm that feels so primal.

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