Page 17 of Dirty Little Psycho
“You dumb bitch,” Draven says and shakes his head.
“You being able to squirt is one of the fucking hottest things and I plan to make you do it every time we fuck you,” Vaughn adds.
“In fact, I’m about to switch places with Vaughn right now and you are going to come all over my dick,” Carter announces as he eases out of my ass.
My eyes widen in surprise. “Seriously?” I press.
“Get the fuck off my dick now so you can suck your cum off me before Carter gets to feel how fucking amazing it is to have your cum all over him.” Vaughn’s praise emboldens me. Ishift down his body and situate myself on my hands and knees between his legs and suck his dick. I moan around his length when Draven slips behind me and buries his face in my pussy. Knowing that the three of them are going to spend their days making me squirt has me trembling with excitement. No man has ever been able to make me do that before, only I have made myself do it, so watching them fight for the right to own every single one of my releases is going to be better than getting forgiveness from God himself.
SEVENTEEN
VAUGHN
It has been over a month since Karley arrived here, the girl is proving to be more than we thought possible. As the days turned to weeks, a part of me started to feel guilty for what we were doing to her. I know Carter and Draven are growing feelings for her and that shit is dangerous. I told them to keep their feelings out of this but they never stood a chance against her. The bitch is like a vortex, she sucks you in and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do to fight it.
Every night when the doors open and that buzzer sounds, we hunt.
We have chased her through every inch of this place and fucked her on more surfaces than we can count. We have pushed her boundaries and forced her out of the cage she kept herself in just to see how far we can push her before she finally breaks.
What she doesn’t know is that I have been recording every encounter.
Every sound she has made.
Every orgasm we have wrung from her.
Each time we have come on her and marked her as ours.
Every moment has been recorded and sent to her father.
In each of those videos we are all wearing our masks—only after I have stopped recording do we remove them. She tries to pretend she doesn’t like the masks and that us hunting her each night doesn’t get her off, but every time we feel her rotten little cunt, it’s always drenched and ready for us.
I bite back a groan at the memory of how she felt last night, the way she rode me while taking Draven in her ass and Carter in her mouth had me blowing my load so fucking hard and deep inside her cunt.
“Draven moved her into his room last night.” I whirl around and face Carter with wide eyes. The fucker chuckles at my expression and nods. “Yeah, I had the same fucking reaction when I saw him moving all of her shit.”
“Since when is he okay with sharing his fucking space? He didn’t even want to share with us!”
“You sound like a jealous girlfriend, Vaughn,” Carter snarks, earning a glare from me.
“That son of a bitch has never spent the night with us, yet he wants that fucking bitch with him full time. You both need to get your fucking heads checked because she is the reason we are fucking here!” I roar.
Carter’s eyes narrow, he crosses the room and stands before leaving a sliver of space between us. I can feel the anger wafting off him and the tension in the air is tangible but I’m not fucking backing down. These asshole’s knew she was a means to an end and now they have gone and caught fucking feelings for her and it is complicating this whole situation.
“She had nothing to do with the fucking predicament we are in,” he defends her.
“Yes the fuck she does!”
He grips the front of my shirt and pulls me in so our foreheads are touching. “She isn’t her father, Vaughn.”
I close my eyes and take a shuddering breath. I know my anger is misdirected and none of this is Carter or Draven’s fault, but the closer we get to bringing her father down the more unhinged I am becoming because I want out of this fucking place. I’ve lost everything because of that cunt she calls a father, he ruined my life.
Carter grips the back of my neck and stares directly into my eyes. “I know what this means for you. We all do, but you need to understand that she isn’t her father. She didn’t put us here. Take a minute to watch her and observe her. She cares about us and this palace. She tries to help others and treats them with kindness.”
I snort. “Kindness? That girl doesn’t show an ounce of that shit when we are fucking her nightly.” We both chuckle, but it's forced. The tension is still thick and Carter knows I’m strung out.
“Tonight. You need to hunt her…alone.” I jerk back and stare at him like he has lost his fucking mind. I open my mouth to argue but he beats me to it. “You need to see she isn’t who you have made her out to be. She isn’t him, Vaughn. Tonight, take the time to really see her and let her show you she isn’t a monster.”
The second the doors open, I pull my mask down and inhale deeply. I’ve fucked this bitch every night for the past month yet this night, it feels different. Unlike the other times, I am going into this with expectations. When Draven walks into our room with his mask in place I know he isn’t going to accept sitting out tonight easily.
