Page 55 of The Cute Psycho

"I like to bathe in human entrails," he says with a straight face. "The bloodier, the better. But for you, I'd make an exception," he comments, and I frown. His fingers caress my birthmark before going lower, down my cheek and neck. "I wouldn't put a single mark on your body."

Confused, I'm about to open my mouth and ask him what he means. But just as my lips part on a question, one finger shushes me, his mouth brushing past my ear.

"Lethal injection. You would be dead in minutes. Then I'd embalm your body and keep you for my eyes only." His low hum makes the hairs on my body stand up.

He's talking about killing me and keeping my corpse, and the only thing I'm feeling is an intense tingling in my tummy.

"And what would you do with my body?" I ask with a breathless tone.

The corner of his mouth pulls up, but he doesn't answer. Instead, he parries with a question of his own. "What would I do indeed? Tell me, Sisi, what do you think I'd do?"

I can't answer, even though deep down I know. I can only stare into those wicked eyes, intoxicated by the depravity I see in there.

I was never meant to be a nun.

Not when I'm getting aroused thinking this dangerous man would kill me... and keep me.

"Still not scared?" he asks, his eyebrows raised expectantly.

I shake my head, the briefest movement as a smile spreads on his face.

"You surprise me, Hell Girl," he whispers. "You almost look like you mean it."

"Hell Girl?"

"The only saintly thing about you, Sisi, is your name. The rest..." he trails off, his eyes drifting to my chest.

A breath catches in my throat at his perusal. I have the sudden urge to take his hand and press it to my skin.

"You're wicked," I manage to say instead.

"Good that you believe that," he drawls, taking my hand andspreading my fingers out. He lowers his lips to the tips, the warmth of his mouth sending a shiver down my body. "Do let me know when you're scared."

"Why?"

"Fear tastes best," he purrs, giving me a roguish smile, his teeth gleaming, and I have a sudden flashback to my dream and to his blood-stained teeth.

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SISI

Vlad parks the car, coming around to open the door for me. Placing my hand in his, I let him lead me down the dimly lit streets, the loud sounds of the city contributing to a boisterous atmosphere.

Even now, at night, people are walking around, enjoying the freedom of being lost in the crowd.

"Wow," I breathe out when I see the flashing lights.

"I assume this is past your regular curfew," he jokes as we continue down the street, simply enjoying the night air.

"Oh yes," I readily agree, "but I never minded it before. When you're working from dawn to sunset, all you want to do is crawl into bed and sleep."

He frowns, turning slightly toward me.

"I didn't realize nuns worked so hard," he says, taking my hand and lacing it through his elbow.

"One in particular did," I mutter under my breath, since I'm fairly sure I was the only one who had to work almost double the hours.

He raises an eyebrow, but I just shrug.

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