Page 160 of Psycho

How I wanted to get close to him… and was afraid he might burn me in the same breath.

“I gave you the chance to get away from me when I am feeling like this.”

“Like what?”

I tried to make my voice sound strong. It just came out in whispers, drawing attention to the fact that I was, as always, affected by him.

I swallowed, and he watched my throat for a beat before he looked up and met my eyes.

He didn’t look so unemotional now, so indifferent.

No. He looked….

Deranged.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked me, his hand coming up and curving around my neck.

He didn’t add any pressure, but the fact that his hand was there was enough for my nerves to react.

And I was sure he could feel my pulse jumping.

“No,” I said.

“Liar,” he mocked, his eyes dancing.

I didn’t think.

I pulled my hand back and punched him in the chest.

I didn’t give myself the time to dwell on the fact that my hand fucking hurt after that, or the low growl he let out when his hand pulled away from my neck over that move.

I turned and ran to the door, hearing him quickly giving chase.

Ah, fuck.

I knew this was what I wanted—to provoke a reaction out of him. I just hadn’t realized how scary it was when I finally did it, or how fucking easily I could do it, which told me he had already been feeling, as he said,wiredbefore I decided to poke the beast.

My hand reached the door handle just as I felt his arms wrapped around my middle and hauled back to him.

It wasn’tunlikehow Josh had taken me, but the fear over Micah’s hold felt different. And what's more, beneath all the fear, there was this building hum of lust, of excitement, and I just didn’t know what to make of it.

He leaned down close to me, and I shivered when I felt his lips moving up and down the side of my face before he paused near my ear.

“I was trying to be a good man and leave you alone. But you didn’t want that, did you, baby?”

My breath stuttered when he moved his hand up and squeezed my breast, playing with me before tugging on my nipple harshly.

I squirmed against him, and my ass rubbed up against his hard-on. I stilled and felt him smile against my skin.

“Yes,” he said darkly. “That’s fucking right. Can you feel me? Can you feel how fucking hard I am for you right now? Do you fucking know how insane you drive me?”

His grip tightened around my nipple.

My eyes fluttered shut when he twisted the hardened nub between two fingers.

“Yes,” I hissed out. “If it’s the way you drive me insane, then yes. Yes, Ifuckingknow.”

He moved us inside the bedroom, and the whole time, my heart felt like it would claw its way out of my throat and make a colossal mess on the floor.

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