Page 118 of Psycho

Micah stared at me with that same intense look in his eyes.

I imagined it was the kind of look that got people to do whatever he wanted, and I resisted the urge to squirm on the counter.

He helped me down and pulled me close to him, pressing a gentle kiss on my temple.

I looked up at him in confusion.

Unlike the other time, I didn’t imagine this kiss.

The somehow seemingly innocent kiss.

“Go get ready for school, Lainey.”

I licked my lips, and his eyes honed in on it. I was unsure of what I wanted to say, but knew I didn’t want to leave without saying a word.

“Go, baby. Before I decide to fuck both of our responsibilities and keep you tied to my bed while I have my way with you all day.”

I shivered.

That sounded like the best kind of torture.

I didn’t want that, did I?

I shouldn’t want that.

I quickly moved out from under him and headed back to the bedroom to clean up, feeling his eyes on me the entire time and making me feel awkward.

He did as he said he would, driving me to school shortly after that.

And his prediction came true.

I felt him in every shift, in every breath, every thought—to the very essence of my being.

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MICAH

I wokeup the following morning in the early dawn light to the sweet little innocent dry humping my leg in her sleep.

Fuck me, but it was by far the best way to wake up in the morning.

I opened my eyes and took her in, her face slightly pinched in pleasure as she worked her hips, pushing them up against me back and forth.

I reached down and grabbed my cock to keep from coming at the sight of such an enticing image.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer, adding more friction to the move, and her mouth gaped open as a soft whimper escaped between her lips.

Fucking hell.

I blindly reached to the bedside table for the knife I had stored there and used it to cut her shirt open, revealing those fucking perky tits in tattered clothes.

She was too lost in whatever dream world was holding her captive and barely jumped from the sound of the torn fabric.

I took in the hardened nipples and pinched one between my fingers.

“Micah,” she sighed, moving in closer to me.

Fuck me, but the little innocent was dreaming about me.

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