Page 84 of The Cute Psycho

Not one to miss a dramatic exit, I quickly lift Sisi off her feet, throwing her over my shoulder, and signaling an employee to show us to our lounge.

A fly on the wall... Well, mission accomplished.

The room is small but private, with a round couch and a table in the middle. I nod to the staff and close the door, finally dropping Sisi to the ground.

"You," she seethes at me, and it's the first time I'm seeing her like this.

And I fucking love it.

She wastes no time in pushing me down on the couch, climbing on top of me, her hands fisted in the material of my shirt.

Her outburst amuses and delights me at the same time, so I just lay back and let her dish at me whatever she wants.

"You wanted a lap dance?" she asks, her expression serious and oh, so bloodthirsty. My cock twitches in my pants, the bastard fucking loving this side of her.

"If I remember correctly, I did not even react to her suggestion," I point out, trying to keep a straight face. But she's not having it.

Stepping away from me, she takes the cut and her shirt off, remaining only in her bra. That luscious body of hers is going to give me a heart attack in the future.

"Goddamn," I whisper, my eyes honing in on her tits.

"You'll have a lap dance," she tells me, moving around in a sensuous manner, her tits jiggling as she climbs up on me ever so slowly.

I swallow. Hard.

"Do you even know how to give a lap dance?" I ask her, quirking a smile.

"Can't be that hard," she mumbles under her breath. Her expression immediately changes as she seductively bats her eyelashes at me, brushing her chest against mine as she blows hot air on my neck.

Using her hands, she caresses my arms, undulating her ass until it glides enticingly over my dick. My eyes are already glazed, my focus solely on this temptress in front of me that seems to have a possessive streak.

Snaking my arm around her waist, I bring her flush against my chest, stopping her movements. She looks at me suspiciously as I grab her hand and put it between us.

"Feel this, Hell Girl," I say, pressing her hand on my erection, so shecan see just how much she affects me. "This is only for you. I onlyeverget hard for you."

I pull her closer to me, my forehead resting on top of hers.

"Get it through that pretty skull of yours that I'm not going to look at another woman.Ever."

"Good. Otherwise, I'd be forced to do something I wouldn't like," she says, her eyes still shooting daggers at me.

"What?" I rasp, the mere feel of her against me driving me insane.

"Kill you," she whispers, her hands caressing my chest until she stops at the waistline of my pants. "I'd cut your dick off, then kill you," she continues, her fingers tracing the outline of my hard cock through my pants.

"Is that so?" I ask, lust simmering in my blood. Fuck me, but why does she have to be so hot while saying she'd cut my dick off?

"Yes, and I'd be very sad." She pouts, her tongue sneaking out and giving my cheek a long lick. "But maybe I'd keep it as a souvenir," she breathes against my face, and I just about combust from that alone.

"It's yours," I groan when she slowly lowers my zipper, her hands moving past the waistline of my boxers.

She's tantalizingly slow, and my breath stops when she puts her hand on me.

By Jove, this is torture.

For a moment, I have to mentally take a break, doing my best not to bust a nut this very second.

"Hmm." She makes a sound deep in her throat, her palm opening over my shaft as she caresses me from tip to base.

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