Page 34 of Psycho

“You wouldn’t,” she says, in a voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckle softly against her skin. “You still doubt me, little lamb? I promise you, I will. You would look so stunning, lying here stiff as a board. Afraid to move, because you might get shredded by my knife. You’d still get wet for me, you’d still come, even if you don’t want to. The struggle to stay still would be difficult, and you’d lose your battle. I already know you’d fuck my knife back, unable to stop yourself, all the while knowing the consequences.”

I run the blade cautiously over her clit, eliciting a whimper from her as the blade hits the piercing, and she instinctively attempts to shut her thighs.

“Oh, bad idea, little lamb. That’s going to get you cut, unless that’s what you’re after. Do you like bleeding for me, Anastasia?”

“No,” is the word that comes from her lips, but her drenched pussy tells an entirely different story.

I swipe my tongue up her slit, tasting her, while I press my knife to the inside of her thigh. She raises her hips, wanting more of my tongue, and cuts herself on the blade. I quickly slide my tongue along her skin, collecting her blood, before going back to her sweet cunt. The flavor is almost too much to take. I push the handle of my knife inside her, and she moans loudly. I move it inside her, and the sound she makes nearly causes me to release all over the damn bed.

“Look at you, little lamb. This pussy is ravenous, swallowing the handle of my knife, so desperate to be filled.”

“More,” she whimpers pathetically, and it pisses me off. She is not supposed to want this. This is no longer a goddamn punishment. I’m going to need to escalate things.

I pull the knife from her pussy and stare at her eyes, blown wide with pure lust, as I lick the handle of my knife clean. Climbing over her, I say, “Your secret is out, little lamb. This isn’t working anymore. I’m going to have to reassess things. Find a way to break you. Torture you. Punish you.”

I slam inside her, and she gasps my name.

“Massimo.”

It makes me irrationally angry. Is she delusional? Thinking this is something other than what it is? Nothing has changed for me. I press my knife to her neck, not cutting her, but making sure she feels the metal threatening to slice her flesh.

“My name is Psycho. To you, it will always be Psycho. Do not get confused, and think this is something other than you trying to live through thirty days. I feel nothing for you. I will feel nothing for you. I’m fucking you out of convenience. Tomorrow, I have shit to deal with, and I’ll be inside another pussy, before I even get home.”

She turns her head away from me, causing me to nick her skin, and bites, “Just shut up and fuck me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ANASTASIA

Does he think I feel anything for him? I don’t. That hasn’t always been the case, but it is now. When I was a stupid little kid, I had a crush on him. Even though he was mean to me, the way he protected me made me think I loved him. Now I feel nothing for him, other than pure hatred, but I can’t deny the piercings on his dick feel really fucking good. He told me to take the pleasure, because there’s nothing more he’d give me. That’s what I’m doing, because it’s not like I have a choice. If he wants to have sex with me, he will, and it doesn’t matter how loud I scream. The fact is, Massimo Bonetti may have no other redeeming qualities, but he’s good in bed.

I will never admit it to him, but yes, I like the pain. There are a few depraved things I’m learning about myself that I don’t like. The pain, and the degradation, are not what he thinks they are. I like it, fucking love it. The only thing he has done, that I didn’t get off on, was licking the damn floor. That was disgusting, but the rest, I don’t hate like I should.

Leaning his head down, he licks at the blood on my neck with a groan. Drawing his hips back as he bites down on the wound, he pushes back inside me. I moan instantly from the feeling of the metal massaging my insides. It’s not just the piercings, but the way he knows how to move, to hit that delicious spot exactly right.

“Mmm,” he groans against my skin, “I think you like being my fuck doll, little lamb.”

I don’t respond. Instead, I dig my nails into his shoulders, while he moves inside me like a man possessed. Psycho pulls out slowly, making sure I feel every rung of his piercings, before he slams back inside my pussy.

He hovers over me, a hand on either side of my shoulders, and stares at me, with a light coating of my blood on his lips. Leaning down further, he captures my lips with his. He growls into my mouth, as he pushes his tongue against mine, forcing me to taste my own blood. Fucking me with long strokes, he hits that sweet spot inside me repeatedly. The one that makes my body climb higher and higher. For a moment, I think I see him. The person I once knew, and I’m sure I spot something familiar, and then I come, and everything changes in an instant.

“Psycho,” I cry out in an orgasm, and his gaze turns cold as ice, as he presses the knife into my skin again, harder than before.

“I want to watch you bleed to death. Never do I go back on my agreements, but I want to. I’ve never wanted to kill someone more than I want to kill you,” he growls angrily, which is confusing, because I don’t know what I did.

Picking up his pace, he fucks me like an angry animal, with hard, punishing thrusts. After he finishes inside me, he gets up.

“You’ll be locked inside this room. My staff will feed you three meals, nothing more, nothing less.”

I stare at him with confusion, because I know he doesn’t like me. He hates me, but the sudden spike in anger has me feeling more off balance than I already was.

“Are you leaving?”

“Yes,” he answers with a glare.

“When are you coming back?”

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