Page 63 of The Cute Psycho

And there's only one culprit.

Sisi.

She's snuggled against my chest, her eyes wide with confusion, and as she turns those big orbs on me, I can only do my best to shield her.

"A problem, officer?" I ask as I roll down the window.

The cop looks suspiciously between Sisi and me before asking us to step out of the vehicle.

My hand immediately reaches for the gun under my seat, and as Sisi notices my intention, she turns her dazzling smile toward the officer.

"What seems to be the problem, Sir? My husband was just comforting me after we heard some bad news," she lies, and I watch in wonder how her face changes immediately, her acting top-notch.

"You see, my cat, bless his heart, finally succumbed to death." She releases a sob, taking a napkin from a compartment and dabbing at fake tears.

The officer's expression becomes softer, and he looks almost embarrassed.

"I see, ma'am. I'm sorry for your loss..." he stammers, and as Sisi bats her lashes at him, I swear I see a blush appear on the fucker's face.

"Thank you, officer. But as you can see, mywifeis going through a hard time. We shouldn't bother her further." I fix my eyes on him, and he swallows uncomfortably. Whatever he's seeing in my expression is making him second-guess his next move.

My smile slowly widens, and his discomfort only increases as he takes in the sharpness of my gaze.

Ah, prey recognizing the predator.

"Yeah... well... I'm sorry for bothering you," he eventually says, taking a few steps away, "you can go," he relents before he all but runs back to his patrol car, hastily driving off.

When he's out of sight, Sisi giggles, punching me softly in the arm.

"Can you stop scaring people off?" she asks, amused.

I grip her jaw, a little more roughly than I'd intended, and I bring her face to mine for a quick kiss.

Sisi is making me realize some new things about myself, the latest being that I don't like when other men look at her.

15

VLAD

With a few hours to spare until dawn, I take her to my compound. The drive only makes me more frustrated as I glance at her luscious form, my balls weeping for relief. It's also sobering enough to make me reconsider my stance.

I'd approached her because of her effect on Vanya, wanting to find out why her presence makes my sister disappear. Instead, I'm just lusting after her like a schoolboy with his first crush.

Okay, maybe Iamthe equivalent of a schoolboy with his first crush, but I need to put a damper on my growing infatuation with her lest it ruin my plans.

Easier said than done, though, when just the sight of her tits makes me hard, countless visions of me palming, licking and sucking them assault me without any warning.

For fuck's sake, I've avoided this particular affliction for close to three decades, and it only takes one almost-nun to make me lose my game. Granted, she doesnotlook like a nun, nor does she act like one.

I need to focus.

For a moment, I wish Vanya were here. Maybe she could give me some advice on how to deal with Sisi.

"Are we there yet?" Her voice startles me from my musings, and I glance at her, her hair mussed, and lips swollen.

Fuck!

"Yeah, right around the corner," I answer curtly, steering the car toward an underground garage. I shuffle a little in my seat, adjusting my erection, and mentally grounding myself.

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