Page 142 of The Cute Psycho

"So fucking wet," he groans, pushing the hilt of the knife against me. "Imagine this is my dick fucking you, pressing into you." His words are only making me wetter as the top of the knife probes at my entrance, easily sliding inside. It's almost the same size as two of his fingers, but the forbidden feeling of being fucked by a knife has me almost coming on the spot.

"Vlad..." I moan at the sensation as the knife slowly moves in and out of me.

"Next time it's something bigger, and bigger," he rasps, pushing it deeper inside of me, "until you're ready to take my big cock into your tight little body." He brushes my hair aside, peppering kisses over my exposed back.

"Cut!" His voice booms into my ear as he continues to thrust into me, and I have to force myself to obey, bringing the blade over my uncle's body, the pleasure so intense I don't even know where I'm cutting anymore.

I'm just swinging the blade around, slashing haphazardly as Vlad fucks me with his knife.

"God," I moan when he increases the speed, and I feel a warm liquid coat the hilt of the knife as it enters me, lubricating the walls of my pussy even more.

"Come," he demands, one finger playing with my clit until he brings me over the edge, my voice ringing into the room as I tighten my hands over my own knife, hitting with as much force as I can, nabbing my uncle's chest as the blade lodges into his sternum.

Sagging against him, he slowly removes the knife from my pussy, bringing it up to his mouth and sucking in the mix of my juices and blood.

My eyes widen as I take in the blood dripping from the blade, but then I realize where it's coming from. Vlad's hand is wrapped around the sharp part of the knife, his skin broken and bleeding.

"What..." I grab the knife out of his hand, turning his palm up so I can see the damage. "Why did you..." I trail off, noting his intense stare, the darkness of his pupils as they engulf his eyes.

"I wanted to pour myself into you," he whispers, his palm sliding up my neck and smearing his blood on my skin.

I'm enthralled by his presence, even though I can feel he's teetering on the precipice as his gaze narrows on the red on my body.

Bringing his hand to my mouth, I suck on each finger, my eyes on his as I let my tongue lap at his open wound.

"Hell Girl, you're my fucking kryptonite," he says before he brings me roughly against him, our teeth clashing as his mouth opens over mine, kissing me with an unexpected ferocity.

I can taste myself on his tongue, as well as the metallic taste of his blood. Knowing he pumped his blood in my pussy somehow makes me even hotter, and I proceed to show him just how much by worshipping his cock with my mouth.

In the end, Nicolo gets thrown into a furnace, his body burned and turned to ash. Vlad's excuse, though, is that he wanted to see my savage side as I desecrated my own uncle's body.

I'd be mad at him if it hadn't been the height of eroticism, once more confirming that there's nothing Vlad could do that would turnme away from him—not even him fucking me on top of a dead body. In fact, one might argue that's his allure.

"I won't be able to come by tomorrow," he tells me as he drops me off at home, stopping the car across the street from my house. "I have a meeting and it might take the entire day," he sighs.

"What meeting?" I ask, hearing about this for the first time.

"I'm inviting the syndicate bosses from the East Coast for a small fête," he replies, not sounding in the least enthusiastic. "I want to see if they know anything about Miles." He explains why he thinks they might have some information, recounting how his brother had been a liaison with the other states and he thinks he might have met Miles or at least his partner through some of the other bosses.

"And you really think they'll talk?"

"No," he smiles ruefully, "but I aim to gently coax them into talking."

"You're joking." I raise an eyebrow at him when he tells me about his grand plan of organizing an all-out debauchery full of naked women, drugs, and alcohol.

"I can't just kill them," he pouts, "I'd become public enemy number one. Not that I'mnotalready. But I'm trying not to become everyone's target." He sighs, as if it's the hardest thing he's ever done—not killing someone.

"I'm with you on that account." I cross my arms over my chest, "Until the naked women part."

"Jealous?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me, a smile playing on his lips.

"If you want your dick to remain where it is—attached to your body." I lean into him, my fingers brushing against the front of his pants as I grab him. "You better be deaf and blind to anything that goes on there."

"Damn it, Sisi," he breathes harshly, maneuvering me on top of him, "how can I bear to leave you alone when you say something like that?" He nuzzles his face in my hair, "You know I love it when you threaten me."

"You're weird," I joke.

"And you're the only one for me. I thought we'd established that."He looks me in the eye, his expression serious. "Now run along before I decide to cuff you to my side."

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