Page 93 of The Psychopaths

“Hurting her won’t change what happened,” Aries tells me, acting as if I don’t know that.

“I’m not stupid. I know it won’t change the past, but it will fucking hurt you, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Aries’s gaze narrows, darting between me and Lilian, who stands shivering in her wet clothes—my T-shirt plastered to her curves and leaving little to the imagination.

“What are you going to do?” She cranes her neck back to look up at me. I don’t miss the hint of worry in her voice. Even if she refuses to say it, I know she’s scared. Scared of me, of what I might do to her.

“Whatever I want.” I yank her against my chest, back to front, one arm locked around her waist to keep her in place. “We made a deal, and I’m going to hold you to it.”

“Let her go! Don’t be a coward. If you want to hurt me, get in this cell.”

“I don’t think letting her go is an option anymore.” I bury my nose into her spun-gold hair and breathe her sweet scent into my lungs. So fucking intoxicating. “I think the only way you’ll ever be able to understand the pain I went through is to watch me fuck and corrupt the girl you refused to take, all because you were too worried about what others might say.” My free handslides up her throat, tilting her face toward the glass so Aries can see every expression that crosses it.

Water droplets from the sprinklers run down her cheeks like tears, and while there is a flicker of worry in her gaze, defiance bleeds through it. Through the glass, I watch my brother’s casual pose grow tense, his hands curling into fists at his sides.Good.I want him fully present for what comes next. Want him to witness every moment of her surrender to me. I want him to feel hopeless, defeated.

“Arson, don’t do this.” His voice trembles slightly.

“No turning back now. You wanted her attention, right?” I call to him, lips against Lilian’s ear while I keep my eyes locked on his. “And here she is. You can blame yourself for everything that happens next.”

Powerless rage. Impotent fury. That’s how he looks, a mirror image of what I felt for ten years in that institution. Only this time, I’m the free one, and he’s experiencing the same hopelessness I endured.

My lips brush Lilian’s ear, voice pitched perfectly to carry through the intercom.

“I’m going to take you right here,” I whisper, watching Aries through the glass. “And he’s going to bear witness to it. Every thrust. Every moan I pull from those pretty lips. He’s going to watch you succumb to his villainous twin brother.”

Her body stiffens, an involuntary shiver rippling down her spine. She’s afraid, yes, but there’s something else there too—arousal. She’s turned on by the danger, the taboo, the darkness that connects the three of us.

“Please,” she whispers, “not like this.”

I laugh softly, letting my hand slide down to cup her breast through the wet shirt. “No? You didn’t seem to mind my hands on you last night. The way you begged when I punished you. If Irecall, you passed out after I finger fucked you so hard you saw stars, didn’t you?”

Aries slams his palm against the glass, the sound competing with the alarms that are still blaring. His face contorts with fury as I slowly, deliberately roll Lilian’s nipple between my fingers, making her gasp. Even while I’m using her body for revenge, there’s no way to stop myself from giving her pleasure.

“Did she tell you, Brother?” I yell while maintaining eye contact with him. “It’s actually quite poetic. How she offered herself to me in exchange for your freedom. Bargained with me, said she would give me her virginity in return.”

Lilian squirms in my arms, trying her best to turn her face away, but I’m stronger, and it takes little effort to hold her in place, forcing her to see the look on Aries’s face. “Such a noble sacrifice,” I mock, letting my hand travel lower, fingers splaying across her stomach.

“Stop it,” she pleads, struggling in my grasp.

Aries pounds his fist against the glass again, mouth forming words I can’t hear over the alarms but can easily interpret from his expression.

Threats. Promises of violence.

This is exactly what I want from him—raw, uncontrolled emotion.

“No need to worry,” I continue, my hand dipping lower and finding the hem of the oversized shirt. “I won’t hurt her, not any more than I have to when I shove my cock deep inside her virgin pussy, claiming her all for myself. I might even let you see what her virgin blood looks like smeared on my cock.”

Lilian makes a sound of protest that turns into a gasp as my fingers slip beneath the shirt, finding the damp heat between her thighs. I stroke her slowly, deliberately, making sure Aries can see the movement of my hand beneath the fabric.

A slow and painful death. This is how I get to him. This is how I make him understand what it felt like to spend ten years in that cell.

“So wet already,” I murmur, loud enough for the intercom to catch. “Is it for him or me, I wonder? The brother you’ve wanted for years, or the one who isn’t afraid to take what he wants?”

Her head falls back against my shoulder as my fingers circle her clit, her body betraying her despite her shame. Aries watches, knuckles white where he grips the edge of the observation window.

“Should I tell him how good you feel?” I ask, slipping one finger inside her. “So tight and warm. So fucking perfect.” I pump in and out of her slowly. “What about how you sound when you come? Or maybe I should just show him?”

Aries slams both fists against the glass, the impact so violent I’m surprised it doesn’t crack. The sound echoes even over the alarms, a physical manifestation of his fury. His mouth forms my name—a curse, a threat, a promise of vengeance. His composure is completely shattered, that smug control replaced with an animal impotence trapped in a cage.

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