Page 134 of The Cute Psycho

"Is that so?" She bats her lashes at me, turning to lay on my chest.

"That's why you better tell me who that man was. Don't think I forgot about it." I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Spoilsport," she mutters, pouting.

"I'm listening." I grab her by the nape, bringing her face in front of mine, my lips nibbling at her chin. "And you're not leaving this bed until you tell me." My expression turns from playful to serious.

We can joke about this all day, but I won't have anyone sniffing around her.

"He's just a friend," she sighs but proceeds to tell me all about her new friend Raf. The simple fact that she has a nickname for him makes me curl my lip in disgust.

"And you're sure he has no designs on you?" I ask, still unconvinced.

"Of course not!" She rolls her eyes at me. "He knows everything about you." She points out, poking my chest, "And he's even agreed to help with a cover should I ever need it." She smiles at me and I know I can't stay mad at her.

"I don't like it," I mutter. The more people she'll meet, the more she will realize that she's better off without me, and thatcannothappen.

Ever.

"Please promise me you're not going to kill him," she murmurs, and I smile sheepishly. She'd guessed just the direction of my thoughts.

"Nope, can't do that." I shake my head, turning around.

"Please..." She continues, peppering kisses on my neck before going lower.

"Nope," I repeat, resolute in my decision.

Since I take my promises seriously, I can't commit to something IknowI will do.

"Please." She doesn't stop, batting those long lashes at me as she goes lower on my body, gripping my cock in her hand, her tongue licking it from base to tip.

"Fuck," I groan, "you're not playing fair, Hell Girl," I say just as she takes me between her lips, her eyes on me as she lowers her mouth on my cock until it hits the back of her throat. Spit dribbles down her chin as she gags on my length, trying to take me as deep as she can, but only managing half.

My hand in her hair, I urge her on as she sucks me, the sight of those beautiful lips of hers stretched around my cock making me shudder in pleasure.

Hot sin. She's fucking hot sin, all for my taking.

"Please." She licks the underside, focusing on the spot she knows I like, all the while looking at me with those doe-like eyes of hers.

"Christ woman." My head hits the pillow as she pumps me vigorously, her mouth a hot welcoming heaven as I come. Her lips close over me, sucking me dry.

She rises slowly, undulating her body in a sinful dance as she moves toward me, her mouth open, my cum on her tongue.

"Please?" she asks again, playing with my cum in her mouth and showing me how she swallows like the good nun she is. Absolutely hypnotized by her, I ultimately relent, giving her my promise.

She crawls on top of me, giving my cheek a resounding kiss. Turning her on her back, I'm about to return the favor when my phone rings.

"Your brother." I mouth to her to keep quiet. She giggles, and I have to place my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.

"Marcello, fancy hearing from you," I drawl, truly surprised he'd reach out.

"Yeah, right,"he answers drily."I thought you'd want to know that Valentino rescued another boy back then,"he adds and I still.

"What do you mean?" I frown.

Sisi sees my expression and she snatches the phone from my hand, putting it on speaker.

"Funnily enough he ended up with Agosti. I don't know how, but he's now working for Enzo. Maybe you can arrange for a meeting,"he says, clearly in a hurry to end the conversation.

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