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I’ve only seen evidence of a few of those. Ollie is charming, a sadist and seems very detached from a lot of things. The things I witnessed him do to Tanner Vaughn were proof of his violent tendencies and hostility. However, he has shown me empathy and he has been friends with Nigel most of his life. He’s also honest, even to a fault.

“That’s what they say,” he mutters, his expression unchanged.

“Clever way of avoiding the question. Do we need to go back to the coin toss?” I tease him, but he just glares at me.

“Did you forget who you’re talking to?”

So hormonal.

I roll my eyes. “You’re not going to hurt me, except in the ways I like. You proved that.” That doesn’t mean the threat doesn’t send a slightly fearful shiver through my body. He could hurt me, but I don’t think he will.

“Don’t test me, princess.”

“Nah. I think I should because I haven’t seen very much psychopathy coming from you. And, trust me. I know what I’m talking about. My dad was a criminal psychiatrist. He dealt with psychopaths all the time. I think you just use that term to scare people because you’re antisocial. You don’t like people and you like that most of the people in this town are scared of what you might do.”

For the first time since I’ve known him, he looks choked up by my assessment. “How do you figure?”

I shrug. “There are a lot of things needed to be considered a psychopath. Sure, you have some, but you’re also a contradiction for some of them. For one, you’re not a pathological liar or if you are, I haven’t caught you in a lie yet. You have a decent attention span, but do get bored easily. So, either you’re not a psychopath, more of a sociopath with psychotic tendencies, oryouarea psychopath and I’m just your comfort person. Which is it?”

I’m fully aware that there are certain people that psychopaths attach themselves to and it’s not necessarily a positive relationship, but it is different from their relationship with others.

That is the big question though. Do I matter to him, even if just on a possessive level?

He doesn’t answer the question. Instead, he runs his fingers along my jaw, leading them into hair, before he steals a powerful kiss, one I feel in every corner of my soul–one that feels like my soul left my body. He releases the kiss for only a breath to say, “What the fuck do you think?” Then, he takes my lips again.

My head spins as I meet every kiss he gives with the same passion, the same obsession and demands for more.

I’m in so much trouble when it comes to this psycho.

* * *

Ollie’s armstighten around me as I slowly open my eyes. My vision is blurry, but there’s no ignoring his hold on me. My heart melts when I feel his body pressing against my spine. If I was capable of doing it, I might cry from the flood of emotion racing through my body.

We weren’t touching each other at all when I passed out. Ollie was on one couch and I was on the other, but he clearly came over to me.

Sex wasn’t a part of any of it. I’m still fully dressed and so is he.

I must be losing my mind because I know exactly what is happening to me where Oliver Doyle is concerned. I’m falling for this crazy man and…it doesn’t scare me at all. I’m not running from it, but the big question is why?

Maybe it’s because he’s just as closed off as I have been. This wasn’t forced in any way, so unlike with Nigel. Ollie and I have had a natural progression.

He groans in my ear before he presses his nose into the skin of my neck and I moan from the sensation along with his fingers snaking under my top.

“Good morning,” I whimper as his palm cups my breast and the rough pad of his thumb runs over my nipple.

He lets out a loud growl in my ear as he grinds his cock against my ass. “Take off your shorts,” he demands. “The noises you’re making are enough to tell me you want my cock as bad as I need your pussy.”

That sounds like a fantastic way to start the day. Without any further instruction needed, I push down my shorts and let him do what he wants with me.

CHAPTER 27

OLIVER

I’ve turned into a stalker and have developed quite the obsession in the form of a petite firecracker. She has a lot of different nicknames in my head based on the kind of energy she brings to the table.

If she is bringing on the psychotic energy, she’s my crazy girl.

If she’s smiling, laughing, or being generally cute, she’s my princess.

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