Page 9 of Psycho

“No!” she says in utter disbelief.

Her face turns red, and I can’t help but laugh at her misery, as I kick my feet up on my desk and lean back in my chair.

“This is not cum,” she nearly chants, as she races toward the bathroom, I assume to wash her hands, as I continue laughing. Pretty little Anastasia will learn there are a lot of things I’ll do to her that she never fucking imagined anyone would. Game on, ADA.

My entertainment continues, after the police come and go, and of course, they did nothing. They barely glanced at her bedroom. The blanket was left untouched. No DNA testing. Of course, this is not a surprising outcome. It happened exactly the way I knew it would, after all, I orchestrated it, although there is something unexpected happening right now. Putting my feet back on the floor, I move closer to the screen as she takes a spoon, and scoops a spoonful of my cum into an evidence bag.

I tilt my head to the side, and she shivers, as if she can feel the weight of my stare.

“Bad fucking girl,” I say out loud, and even though she can’t hear me, she turns to the camera once again, as if she did, and I fucking groan from the look on her face. Furious eyes stare back at me, before she turns back to the bed, to collect her evidence that will fucking go nowhere.

I’m lost in a fantasy of cutting deep into her flesh, and watching the blood drip from her skin, when she leaves the room. After waiting, for what feels like a long time, she comes back into view.

I watch Anastasia walk into the bedroom with a gas can. She douses the comforter with gasoline as I watch, enthralled.

She is not going to set her bed on fire.

Few people surprise me, but this astonishes me. I can’t tear my eyes from the crazy woman on my screen, as I adjust myself in my pants. I’m hard again, from watching her melt down like this.

“Fucking disgusting Bonetti Brothers,” she complains, as she sets the can on the floor beside her dresser. I smile at her angry expression on the monitor. This is precisely why I left the card. I want her to know it’s us. Before I kill her, for being the nosy bitch she is, I want her fucking terror. And that, I can promise, I will have.

Grabbing the lighter beside a candle on the nightstand, she lights the fabric and stands back with a fucking smile on her face, as her bed ignites.

I’m fucking mesmerized as I watch her, with a satisfied smile on her face. Her expression turns to one of panic as the flames rise. I think she just realized that her house could burn down. Either that, or she is remembering that arson is indeed a crime.

She goes into the bathroom, comes out with a fire extinguisher, and goes to work on putting out the flames. She’s very lucky that it was effective, because the fire could have spread far quicker than it did. If she reacts to my cum on her bed like that, I can hardly wait to see how she responds, when I come all over her face.

Reaper’s Wedding Day…

I shake my head, as I watch my little brother kissing his bride. All three of my brothers are married, or fucking close to it. Kage broke our pact, and I’m the only one with an ounce of sanity left. My phone vibrates in my pocket, as they all play the part of good husbands.

Retrieving it, I answer it quickly, since it’s one of our security guys.

“Boss, you warned us about a dark-haired woman lurking. I can’t tell if it’s the one from the picture, but it might be.”

“Keep your distance. Unless she attempts to leave, and in that case, stop her.”

For a brief moment, I consider saying something to my brothers, instead of just leaving, but decide against it. It’s better to ask for forgiveness, than to ask for permission you know would be denied.

I head out to my dark blue McLaren, and make my exit from my brother’s wedding in a hurry. The excitement of what’s coming travels through my veins. Call me a bad guy, but I enjoy torture. And when it’s a person planning to destroy my entire family, it’s a little sweeter. Anastasia Crowne has her reasons, they always do, but I don’t give a fuck what they are. It doesn’t matter. Every threat will be eliminated. Even a gorgeous one. And she is fucking gorgeous. My cock hardens behind my zipper, as I imagine her beautiful screams. Will they be loud and screeching? Or more of a breathy whimper? I am about to find out.

As I approach the warehouse, I pull over and go on foot, so I can surprise her. Our guys were told to stand down, and I know, without hearing from them, that they obeyed my orders. I nod to my security guy, Mark, who moves his head in the direction she’s in. I don’t see her at first, because it’s dark, and she’s far away. I make it through the gate, and travel to the spot he motioned to. As I get closer, I spot her behind a tree, long dark hair falling in waves to her full ass. A small hand rests on the bark of the tree, as she looks around, searching for something she’ll never find. I walk closer to her, quietly, so I don’t alert her to my presence.

I stop when I’m standing behind her, close enough to touch, but I keep my hands to myself, for now.

“Find anything useful?”

She spins around with a squeak, and raises her fists, like she has any chance of fighting me off. I narrow my gaze at her.

“Lay one finger on me, and I’ll have you arrested.”

I smirk before chuckling.

“You’re on my property, little lamb. Maybe I should have you arrested.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

ANASTASIA

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