Page 83 of The Cute Psycho

"Breathe," I lean in to whisper.

"It's so strong..." She barely gets the words out.

So far, I'd only offered her softer drinks like wine or champagne, wanting to ease her into the exploration of alcohol.

"Whose fault is it that you shot it down like a pro?" I tsk at her, amused. "Let me show you how it's done," I tell her, my eyes intently on her.

I take my shot glass, downing it in one go. Then, before she can react, my hand shoots out, grabbing her by the jaw, my thumb prying her lips open as I tease her with my mouth. Opening wide, I share the drink with her, licking her lips clean when I'm done.

She's quiet as her eyes rove over me, her arousal clear in the way her pupils dilate. She bites her lips slowly, a come-hither gesture that's instantly making me hard.

So focused am I on her and her seductive little games that I don't realize when another woman plops herself in front of us.

Sisi is the first to move her head, studying the woman with narrowed eyes.

"A lap dance?" the woman asks, placing her hand on my shoulder. "She can watch," she nods toward Sisi. The woman's clad only in a pair of bikini bottoms, all the goods in sight as she's no doubt trying to find clients for the evening.

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I'm about to take her hand off me, but Sisi beats me to it, roughly grabbing her wrist and bending it.

"No, thank you." She fakes a wide smile, getting to her feet and putting herself between me and the woman.

Well, isn't this interesting...

"I didn't askyou," the woman replies smugly before turning to me. "I didn't know bitches could talk back," she continues, looking Sisi up and down in distaste, and it takes me a moment to realize that biker babes should be submissive.

Alas, I have failed in choosing this disguise, since Sisi is anything but submissive.

"Oh, this one can," Sisi replies, tightening her hold on the woman's wrist and twisting it. She whimpers in pain, but she doesn't seem to give up as she aims her other hand toward Sisi's hair.

I'm thinking of intervening, but one look from Sisi and I put my hands up, letting her do her thing. So I just lean back and watch the show.

Sisi is quick to parry the woman's hand, wrapping her fingers around her nape and bringing her head into the bar table. Aresounding thud, and everyone suddenly fixates their gazes on the ongoing match.

I watch with pleasure as Sisi continues to bang the woman's head on the table until blood starts pouring out of her face.

Fuck, if this doesn't make me even harder.

It's interesting that no one intervenes to help the woman, considering she's an employee here. No, instead everyone is cheering for Sisi as she's ruining the woman's face.

Her smile twisted at the corners; she's got a look of pure satisfaction as she wreaks even more havoc on the woman's body. It's only when she goes limp in her arms that she lets go, the woman crumbling to the floor, unmoving.

Sisi is unbothered as she steps over her body and comes to my side.

"She was right, you know, youshouldbe submissive," I add sarcastically, and before I know it, her punch shoots out, her knuckles grazing my cheek.

"You let her touch you," she hisses at me, and I blink twice, surprised at her outburst.

"I did?" I ask slowly, weirdly turned on by this side of her.

"You let her fucking touch you." She jabs her finger in my chest, aggression rolling off her as she comes onto me.

My eyes move over her body, the way her chest rises and falls rapidly, her throat contracting and forming a hollow just above her collarbone.

"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" The chants are getting louder as more people surround us, all interested in the ongoing spectacle. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"

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