Page 30 of Psycho

“I’m going to go slow, because I want you to feel every piece of metal in my cock. Every movement will bring you closer to an orgasm. I promise you, it’ll be better than the toy you had in your dresser.”

Every time he thrusts into me, he grinds his pelvis against the damn piercing, causing pain and then pleasure, forcing moans out of me, that I wish I could keep stuffed down. My body is a traitor. I should be able to control whether or not I want to orgasm, but I can’t. He has control over me in every single way, and I hate it.

I already knew he was in my house, and did disgusting things while he was there. Somehow, him seeing my toy has me turning red with humiliation, and equal rage. Everything about Psycho is a violation.

“Wait. Had? You said had, as in past tense. Like it was there, but it isn’t now.”

Psycho swipes his tongue over my lips, and groans.

“I like it when you’re angry, lamb. It’s sexy as fuck, but you have reason to be suspicious. I have your toy, and I’d be happy to fuck you in the ass with it, while you come all over my cock, if you like.”

“I would not.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

PSYCHO

I pull my hips back and push inside her slowly, so she can feel every groove. Every time I move inside her, her pussy squeezes my cock, even though I’m supposed to believe she doesn’t want this. Reaching up, I untie her legs, and she puts them on either side of me with a whimper. I push her legs back, and reach up to remove the restraints on her wrists.

“Trust me when I say you want to behave yourself. I’m going to bring you upstairs shortly. If you can’t obey me, you’ll be left down here, tied to the cross.”

Anastasia rotates her wrists. I’m sure she wasn’t in pain, but it likely wasn’t comfortable either.

“Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she says with a bite, causing me to pinch her nipple.

“Maybe we should pierce these too.”

“No. Please. I’m sorry. I understand, and I will behave.”

She doesn’t know it, but her nipples will be pierced, just not tonight. I only had one piece of jewelry custom made. I’ll need to call my guy, and have him make two more.

I place my hand around her throat and squeeze lightly.

“Are you ready to see Jesus, little lamb?”

The panic in her gaze somehow makes her tight pussy feel even better.

“When I kill you, it won’t be by choking the life out of you, counselor. There will be blood. So much fucking blood. It’ll be beautiful. That will be the last time I taste you, because I won’t be able to help myself. A man like me can’t refuse the taste of heaven. When I die, I’ll never get near the pearly gates. I know I’m evil, little lamb. A man with no redeeming qualities. There’s no good in me. While you’re alive, I suggest you take the pleasure I offer you, because it’s the only thing I will give you.”

She trails her fingers up my arms to my shoulders, and I actually hate her more than I ever have, because her touching my skin feels better than it should. Her touch should not feel like this. I snap my hips back, and begin fucking her with punishing thrusts. I push inside her and intentionally hit her clit with my pelvis, to cause her pain from her new piercing. I want to hurt her. I want to make her scream. Yet it has the opposite effect, and she fucking moans with pleasure.

“Massimo,” she gasps breathlessly. I need to nip that shit in the bud immediately. My given name falling from her lips is wrong. It sounds fucking intimate, as if we mean something to each other and we don’t.

Pinching her nipple, I growl, “It’s Psycho.”

She laughs, but there’s no humor behind it.

“Do your worst, Massimo. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before. The most devastating thing has already been done to me. It doesn’t matter what you do, you’ll never top the last man. I am unbreakable. You cannot ruin what has already been destroyed.”

Am I curious what the fuck some man did, that’s worse than what I’m capable of? Obviously I am, but it can wait.

Pulling out of her, I flip her over and smack her ass.

“On your knees.”

She whimpers as I push her head down, and hold onto the back of her neck, while I fuck her like I want to. Like she’s the bitch that wants to lock me up. Anastasia can cry all she wants, because she deserves every single punishment. When I end her life, she’ll deserve that too. I pull my hips back, and slam into her over and over again.

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