Page 38 of Psycho Boys

The cold metal bites into my skin as I slide us down a few feet, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Ash's body. His hands are everywhere, exploring, claiming. The pain from the fence is quickly forgotten in the rush of sensation. His kiss is fierce and demanding, a reflection of the storm raging within me. It's a kiss that speaks of vengeance, of defiance, of reclaiming my power. He tastes of moonlight and something wild, something untamed, and fuck, I just want more.

"Fuck me, Ash. Right here, right now," I demand, desperately reaching down to undo his pants to free his cock.

His large, tattooed hands slide under my skirt and swiftly push my already soaked panties to the side, letting the cool air sweep across my pussy. Feverishly, his tongue drives into my mouth and brushes against mine as we duel for dominance right against the fence.

"Fuck, your hands are cold, but I don't even care," he mumbles against my lips, his tongue toying with mine as I stroke him to get him hard.

"I'll warm you up, baby boy," I purr into his mouth, guiding his cock to my slick pussy as he bends his knees to angle himself perfectly to slide inside me.

My back arches against the fence as he thrusts inside me, filling me in one swift move that makes my nails dig into the skin on his shoulders, even through the fabric of his shirt. He pumpshis hips, sliding in and out of me, each time filling me to the brink.

Grunts and groans fill the chilly night air around us, drowning out the sound of passing cars, honking horns, and the commotion from the city, trapping us in our own little world of passion and desire.

I cling to Ash as if he’s my lifeline, and I'm dangling from the edge of a cliff, with him being the only one to keep me from plummeting to my death. With every thrust, my legs lock tighter around him, his cock owning every inch of me. He looks into my eyes as I go to shut mine, speaking in a language only we can understand. I keep them open, staring into the dark, shimmering colors swirling around his pupils. He grins, biting his bottom lip as he slams my back into the iron over and over, but the pain has already turned into pleasure, and I can feel myself coming undone in his arms.

"Harder," I pant, leaning in and brushing my lips against his ear while my eyes lock onto the camera just a couple hundred feet away, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips.

"Like this?" he asks, picking up the pace.

He fucks me even harder, his cock sliding deliciously between my walls and tightening the muscles in my lower belly. I nod frantically, unable to speak as he steals the breath right out of my lungs with each thrust. Sweat drips down my face and neck, even as the wind blows bitterly. But I don't care. I'd catch hypothermia for this man any fucking day.

All of a sudden he stops, and everything I had blocked out comes back into focus. The look in his eyes is dark and alarming, matching the wicked look on his face.

"Why did you stop, Ash?" I ask, out of breath and on the verge of coming all over his cock.

"Because I didn't fucking hear you, Little Psycho. I asked if it was hard enough for you, but all I got was fucking silence." Hepulls out of me and sets me on my feet, my legs like jelly, as I try to compose myself, gripping the gate so I don't fall.

"I nodded!" I shriek, grinding my jaw in complete disbelief.

"Nodding isn't an answer, Calista, and you should know that." He pulls his pants up and zips them, his eyes never leaving mine.

"So you're just going to stop? Just like that?!" I shake my head stunned, not able to process his whole dominating demeanor.

"Yup," he says, walking away toward the house that I managed to escape from, leaving me a worked-up mess and highly pissed off.

I run after him, still clenching my jaw and biting my tongue, so I don't say something I'm going to regret, but I already know how I am, and it's fucking inevitable. Sitting beside him as we look into the living room window, spotting my mother and Gunnar dry humping like teenagers, I begin recording the scene in front of me, still trying to think of a comeback that'll hit him where it hurts. And then it comes to me, making the evil in me burst through the surface like it's been begging to.

"Fine, when we get home, I'll just fuck one of the guys so I can finish... better yet, I'll fuck Five's brains out. I'm sure he'll fucking love that." I chuckle under my breath and keep my eyes on my mother, feeling Ash glare at me without even having to turn my head.

I know I got under his skin. That was the point of my statement because I know it'll piss him off to the point where he'll fuck me like a savage... I know him too well.

"Seriously, Calista? You're gonna fucking play it like that?" He seethes, making me finally turn to look at him.

"Yeah, Ash, it's like that. You didn't want to finish the job, so I'll get someone who's more than wil-"

Suddenly I'm on the ground, flat on my back on the soaking wet grass with my skirt pushed up over my ass and my legs roughly spread wide open. Ash settles between them and hastily unzips his jeans and pulls his still-hard cock out, plunging into me in a violent thrust that actually brings tears to my eyes.

But I fucking love it.

Before I get the chance to speak, he wraps his hand around my throat and chokes me—not that lovey-dovey kind of choking, but the one where I legit can't fucking breathe. He fucks me roughly, leaving no room move or breathe as he pounds into my pussy, leaving it throbbing every time he pulls out and drives back in.

"Wipe the fucking grin off your face," he growls in a demanding tone, choking me harder until little black and white dots dance in my sight.

I claw at his hand trying to get him to loosen it, but with each passing second I can feel myself growing weaker. My legs shake and my body spasms beneath his as he fucks me hard and rough, like he never has before, and just as I feel myself coming, everything around me goes black as I pass out under him.

But I still got what I wanted.

I don't remember getting backto the apartment. And as I open my eyes and rub the blurriness out of them, realizing I'm on Dom's bed, confusion sinks in even more, and a wave of disorentation washes over me. I sit up, my throat pulsing, and gently rub the front of my neck where I remember Ash choking the fuck out of me.

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