Page 87 of Psycho

I didn’t go to her; I didn’t touch her or interrupt her physical space as she processed it, instead speaking in a calm voice to get her attention.

“Tell me how you feel?”

Her green eyes flashed to mine briefly before scanning the room like she was finally taking in her surroundings and surprised to find herself in a chamber used for torture.

“I thought it would be a one-off kind of thing.” She whispered, frowning slightly and swallowing as she faced me head on from ten feet away. “I thought the feeling I got after killing the doctor was just a product of the environment, of the fight or flight I was in. But—”

“But?” I prodded, pushing for her secrets.

“But I feel like a fucking billionaire who just doubled all of my money on black.”

I grinned at her and her lips split into a cautious smirk, “You liked it?”

“Fuck yes,” She nearly moaned as she ran her hands up her thighs over her short skirt and then shook them out at her sides. “It’s like taking a hit of a powerful drug for the first time. I feel—invincible.”

“You are invincible.” I replied, closing the distance between us and sliding my hand around the front of her neck to anchor her to my chest. “You are powerful, Storm. And you deserved every second of that.”

She licked her lips and took a deep breath, “I have one regret.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise as she smiled up at me seductively, “I told myself if you ever caught her, I wanted to fuck you in front of her and make her watch how you fuck a real woman before you killed her.” She pouted slightly, “But I got carried away and killed her before I took your cock.”

Her hands slid down my body, and she gripped my dick through my jeans, tightening her hand around the shaft and stroking it as she smiled up at me prettily.

“You envisioned being fucked around a dying person?”

She undid my jeans, pulling my cock out to stroke the length of me as I hardened to a brick for her. “I told you a long timeago that I’d let you fuck me while someone took their last breath at my hands if they deserved it. And that cunt fucking deserved that.”

“You know what you deserve?” I asked, spinning us around and lifting her by the neck up onto one of the stainless-steel tables, pushing all the tools off onto the ground. “You deserve to come, so many times you forget everything that woman put you through, once and for all. Because she’s dead, and you won.”

She purred, spreading her thighs and rubbing the head of my cock through her wetness. I wasn’t even surprised she had not worn panties for our little date night out. “I deserve you.” Arching her hips to take me deep, I thrust forward, giving her what she wanted as she dug her nails into the shaft of my cock until I was buried all the way in. “I love you, Psycho.”

I growled, feeling the burn of the open wounds from her nails as I started fucking her deep and hard, surrounded by her own justice still burning in the corner. “I love you, Storm. And I love your darkness that matches mine.”

Epilogue – Olivia

“Ineed to know what you had to wager against him to get him here.” Peyton hissed at me as we walked down the dark street as she snickered. “Dressed like that.”

“Meh,” I shrugged, taking the silver pool noodle I carried and whacked Maddox with it for the hundredth time since we turned down the block. God, it was therapeutic. “He’ll do anything for that little girl.”

“Candy!” Maddox cheered in a singsong voice, echoed by Rory’s cheery giggle as he tossed a handful of candy at kids walking by in their Halloween costumes.

The entire town was laughing at him. Including us.

And he didn’t give a single shit, so long as Rory was having fun.

Sure, she was only seven months old and didn’t understand that her dad was dressed head to toe in fabric streamers like a pinata, carrying her in a candy-bowl-decorated chest carrier as we walked through our new hometown while I hit him with apool noodle. She was just living her best chubby cheek life and Maddox was more than happy to do whatever it took to keep her that way.

Hell, even Dane walked alongside them through the streets as we visited different Halloween booths at the town wide festival. He, of course, didn’t go along with my plan to dress up like a second pinata and instead chose a black hoodie and a Ghostface mask. He could be such a killjoy sometimes.

Peyton sure did like the mask, though, pinching his ass every time he slowed down to check on her and ask if she was ready to go home yet.

She was walking on her own without braces, crutches or canes, finally, but she still got tired easily. Her rehab from the accident had been hard on her, but she never complained or gave up.

So, we were walking our way through the cute little town right outside of Hartington Estate, cruising slowly to allow Peyton’s healing leg the chance to build up strength. Given that I was freshly into my second trimester of pregnancy again, I was okay with the relaxed pace.

Turns out Maddox was more intent on giving Rory a sibling than I understood.

Our son was due in five short months.

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