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She tries to push my chest to get me to release her, but I don’t move an inch. I told her she would never overpower me, and I meant it.

“Do you think if you make me think you want me, that I’ll fall to my knees for you, and let you live?”

“I don’t think you fall to your knees. You feel nothing for anyone. Whatever is beating in your chest is not a heart. You’re far more monster than man. So no, I don’t think there’s anything I could do, that would make you choose to let me live.”

I slide my hand down the front of her pants, and she freezes, like she’s unsure of what I’m going to do when, in reality, she should know.

Circling my thumb on her clit, I lower my head, and speak into her ear.

“You think you have a magical pussy, little lamb? One that will change me into a man I wouldn’t recognize? Trust me, sweetheart. There’s nothing special about your cunt.”

I’m lying through my teeth, her pussy is goddamn wet perfection, and if I weren’t the man I am, it might actually save her life. Her eyes darken with a glare. If looks could kill, I’d be dead.

“Yeah? And there’s nothing special about your dick. You think it’s special, because you went and put a bunch of metal in it, like the psychopath you are.”

I mock a pout.

“You don’t think it’s special, little lamb? I’ll show you how wrong you are, but first, I’m going to mark you, because for the next thirty days, or until you die, you’re mine.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

PSYCHO

Why is the thought of her blood mingling with his bothering me? I don’t fucking know. It shouldn’t matter. Anastasia is going to die anyway. Yet, the second it enters my brain, I know I have to rectify it. I need his blood gone from her, in a nearly obsessive way.

I pull her by her arm to the bathroom.

“Clothes off.”

After turning on the water, I spot her questioning expression, as she slowly removes her shirt.

“You have his blood all over you. Do you want to risk a fatal blood infection? He was a goddamn addict. Who knows what he could have? I know he injected heroin more than once.”

Her giggle catches me off guard, the sound more fucking pleasurable to my ears than it should be. It’s not just the sound though, her eyes light up with something I can’t decide if I like.

“You’re planning to kill me, Psycho. Now you’re suddenly worried about my well-being?”

Shaking my head, I dismiss the thought that I’m at all concerned about her health, because she’s right. I’ll end up killing her, so it shouldn’t matter.

“We will likely be in a situation where our blood mixes. It’s not about you, little lamb. It’s me I’m worried about. It’s not about your safety, but mine.”

“Asshole,” she mutters under her breath, as she drops her pants to the floor. While I know I should be annoyed by her attitude, I’m not. I like this feisty behavior, although it surprises me. It makes me think a struggle is coming, and call me fucked up, but I love the idea of that.

The fight. Whimpers of both pleasure and pain. Fingernails scratching at my skin. That’s right, little lamb, give me everything I want.

I get undressed as she gets into the shower. Once I’m naked, I get in behind her, and chuckle at the scowl she gives me, over her shoulder.

“I don’t want you in here with me.”

Too fucking bad. My clothes were bloody from her touching them, although I’m not, but I want to touch her naked body again.

Trailing my palm over her ass, my eyes take in the way her back arches, telling me how conflicted she is. She doesn’t want to like my touch, but she does. I move my hand behind her, pushing two fingers inside her, and the breathy moan that escapes her lips is telling.

“You don’t want me in here, little lamb? Or-”

Curving my fingers inside her, I groan when her pussy squeezes my digits.

“Do you just want me in here?”

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