Page 27 of Psycho Killers

"Cali," he moans, shaking his head as his eyes reopen, locking on mine like a magnet. "Baby, I fucking love you, so much." He swears under his breath and blinks slowly before continuing. "But I don't know if we can do this right now," he explains, confusing the fuck out of me.

"What do you mean?" I pant, shocked and still extremely turned on, never stopping stroking his cock.

I sit back on him, pulling his boxers down and aligning my pussy with his cock, teasing him by pushing the tip between my pussy lips but refusing to move more. His fingers dig into my flesh even harder he grips my bones, instan bruising them from the extreme force from his hold. I begin to slowly slide down, my pussy taking his cock nice and slow, smothering my arousal all over him. But before I can take him completely, he pulls me down, gripping the back of my neck, making it so the position I'm in won't let me take him all the way inside me. So I look at him, my brow raised suspiciously, my heart thundering. He looks at me, tears in his eyes, the darkness still lurking, and I brace myself for whatever is going to come out of his mouth.

"I fucked someone else," he blurts out before I can prepare myself. "But it isn't what you think," he assures me, making me give him a questioning look.

For a second, my heart stops. It doesn't fucking shatter; the shit just stops. It feels like my whole world just got turned upside down. I love this man, and he just told me he fucked someone else. Am I not enough? Is he bored?

Apparently Ash can see the gears in my head turning, knowing exactly the questions hitting me like a punch to the gut. But as he goes to say something else, I slam my mouth onto his again, curring his words off with a searing kiss that turns to desperation and panic almost in seconds.

Just wanting to forget, I push off his chest, finally sitting back up straight, looking down at him with just confusion written all over my face. I plant my palms on his chest and slide down his cock, putting a slight arch in my back, which allows me to take him even deeper, feeling each piercing as they glide against my walls.

He actually tries to push me off, a serious glare on his face, but I fight him, using all the strength in my body to pin his wrists to the mattress, staring into his eyes as I fuck him, bouncing on his cock as he shatters beneath me.

Suddenly, he grabs my throat, his eyes fueling with rage as he chokes me, grabbing my hip with his newly freed hand and pushing me violently onto his cock. Even though I'm on top of him, he's the one fucking me. My movements don't stop, but they become irrelevant as he thrusts his hips up hard, then flips me onto my back and lifts my legs to his shoulders. With his hand around my throat and the other planted against the mattress, he starts to fuck me rougher than he ever has.

"I had so much hate inside of me. There was so much fucking rage, Cali," he breathes through deep, demanding thrusts, locking eyes with mine while he continues to admit what happened. "I knew if I were to fuck you when I got home that I'd probably fucking kill you. All I wanted to do for some reason was fuck and kill, and I just couldn't bring myself to risk anything happening to you. So... I fucked the nurse that was in my room earlier... and then I killed her," he admits, fucking me so hard the backboard of his bed bangs into the wall.

My lips part, but no words come out, no matter how hard I try. Ash easily begins to panic, his eyes darkening and turning wild. His head drips slightly as his thrusts begin to slow down, his grip on my throat loosening.

Instead of feeling heartbroken from his confession, his words make my pussy wetter, soaking his cock as he drills into me, using it like a weapon. I lock my ankles around the back of his neck and tug his head down, seizing his lips in another earthshattering kiss. As our tongues tangle and spit drips from the corners of our mouths, he suddenly tightens his grip around my throat and picks up the pace, viciously slamming into my pussy again.

"Fuck me like you fucked the nurse," I whisper against his lips, gliding my tongue along his bottom one.

"Cali, I can't." He shakes his head, his eyes fluttering.

"Fucking do it, Ash. Make me come. Fuck me like you fucked the nurse... but don't kill me," I tease, roughly nipping at his bottom lip before I delve back into his mouth, exploring every inch like a gold mine.

Pressure coils in my stomach as he adjusts his posture, keeping my legs high in the air while his cock slides so deeply inside of me that it feels like knives are being stabbed into my abdomen. He shows absolutely no mercy with me, quickly bringing me over the edge at the same time as him, both of us falling together in desperation.

"You fucking asked for this," he growls, choking me until black dots flicker in my vision and heat spreads to my cheeks.

I nod, locking my legs around his head as I thrust my hips up to meet his. Instead of pulling out like he always does, he comes inside me, grunting through each spurt of cum that showers my insides. I shiver as my pussy clenches around him, the muscles in my body on fire from the pleasure that consumes my entire being.

Once he lets go of my throat, he drops my legs and dips his head between them, ripping my thighs apart. He smirks and dives in, pushing his tongue inside me, swirling it around, and then sucking our cum out of my pussy, leaving me gasping for air as the veins in my neck throb rapidly.

Gathering our cum in his mouth, he pops his head up from between my legs and slowly slides up my body, looking down right into my eyes. He doesn't speak. Instead, he harshly squeezes my cheeks until my mouth opens and then spits the mixture from his mouth into mine, forcing it shut and planting his hand over it.

"Swallow it, Little Psycho," he demands, pinching my nose, which causes me to cough and choke on the fluid as it slides down my throat the wrong way. "That's my good girl."

We collapse beside each other, our sweaty bodies limp and sore, the scent of sex and resentment wafting in the small, confined space of his room. As soon as he sighs, I can tell that this is far from over, and there's still more that he needs to say. It doesn't matter that each word feels like a stab in the back—now anyway—I know I need to let him talk without interrupting him. So I look at him and smile, running my shaky hand up and down his back as he turns on his side to face me.

"I thought..." he begins, then falters. The vulnerability etched on his face tugs at my heart. "After everything that happened, I thought I would lose you."

"You can’t lose me, Ash," I say, my voice firmer now. "What you went through and what you did—none of it changes how I feel about you." I can feel the heat radiating from him, mixed with an ache that lingers between us. I reach out, cupping his jaw with my palm, forcing him to meet my gaze again. "I'm not fucking going anywhere."

Tension radiates off him in waves, and I can scarcely breathe, afraid that any sudden movement might break the spell binding us together. But then, a flicker of something—hope?—ignites in the depths of his eyes.

"You make it sound so fucking easy," he replies, his voice thick with emotion. "But it’s not. I carry a lot of fucking darkness with me, Cali. I don’t want you to have to bear it too."

"Let me," I breathe, the words slipping out before I can think them through. "Let me share that burden. You don’t have to carry it alone, just like you don't let me carry mine alone."

He searches my face as if trying to unearth the sincerity in my promise, and finally, after what feels like an eternity, henods. "Okay," he concedes, a fragile smile breaking through the tension. "But you have to promise me something in return."

"Anything," I reply without hesitating, my heart swelling with determination.

"Promise me you won’t try to fix me. Just... be here. Just be you."

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