Page 20 of Psycho

“I was getting the information I needed, and planned to hand it over to him. What would’ve happened?”

It’s not her turn anymore, but I decide to answer her question anyway.

“He would have brought you to me, and I would’ve killed you. There was no chance you wouldn’t have ended up in my basement. The second you decided to go after my family, your fate was sealed.”

Swallowing hard, she says, “I don’t want to die,” in a small, broken voice. I might feel bad for her, if she hadn’t done this to herself. The information she thought she had on my family was all wrong. She wanted to destroy us for killing her father, and I’m certain we didn’t even have a hand in it. So she has sacrificed her life for nothing.

Stepping closer to her, I place my hand on her chin, and hold her face in a tight grip, while once again dragging my knife down her stomach.

“You did this, little lamb. Surely you knew the danger of coming after a mafia family. We kill people, you knew that, but you came for us anyway. One woman will never take the Bonetti Brothers down, yet you tried. We have killed for far less, and I will end your life. The only question is, what will you do to prolong it?”

Her hazel eyes stare into mine, and I can’t help but notice the golden circle around them, reminding me of a fucking halo, but this woman is no angel. She’s the fucking devil, yet I can’t help myself with this delicious body made for sin. I’m going to have it again.

“Anything,” she whispers.

“Anything,” I repeat with a grin on my face, as ideas pop into my mind. If she sees the wheels turning in my brain, I can promise, it’s not what she thinks. Anastasia thinks she’s going to get fucked again, and I suppose she will be. Literally and figuratively.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ANASTASIA

“Anything leaves an awful lot on the table, counselor.”

He releases my face, and rubs his thumb over my cut nipple, before pinching it hard, causing me to whimper from the pain.

Leaning his head down, he inhales the scent of my skin before biting me, making me cry out again, and he chuckles darkly.

“Are you prepared to be my filthy whore, Anastasia?”

The last thing I want to do is let this monster touch me again sexually, but I don’t have a choice. I can either die now, or hope if I live long enough, I might convince him to let me live. Although, it’s becoming more and more clear, with each passing minute, that is unlikely.

“Yes. I said anything, and I meant it.”

He moans this sexy sound I’d like to ignore, but can’t, as he moves his hand between my spread legs, and shoves two fingers inside me, forcefully stretching me, but it’s his words that cause the harshest sting, and bile to rise in my throat.

“Imagine if your husband could see you now. Tied up, and consenting to be my personal slut.”

“Ex-husband,” I bite, as he moves his fingers inside me.

Psycho drops his knife to the floor, and reaches up and pinches my nipple, while he continues fucking me with his other hand.

“Look at how wet you are. You hate me so much, and yet, you’re going to come all over my hand, aren’t you, little lamb?”

“Nothing has changed. I still hate you.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, while he stares at my face like he doesn’t want to miss anything. I close my eyes, the intensity in his gaze too much, and he growls in response.

“Open your fucking eyes.”

My lashes flutter, as I force myself to do as he says, and am once again met by his hungry gaze.

“You’re still going to die. Nothing has changed.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he shoves his fingers into my mouth aggressively.

“Fucking suck. Before you ask why, I’ll tell you. It pleases me, and that’s your job now. The second you refuse an order, you die.”

When he pulls his fingers from my mouth, I tilt my head and glare at him.

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