Page 161 of Psycho

He pushed me onto the bed, but he was gentle with me.

I spun around so that I was facing him.

Micah was looking at me with a look in his eyes that was similar to before; yet there was something different about it.

Something manic, desperate, and ugly in them made me want to get close to him, even as my self-preservation kicked in and told me I needed to get away from such a dangerous man.

I was stuck frozen on the mattress, unable to do anything, but I watched as he slowly undressed, pulling off his shirt and revealing hard muscles that bunched up every time he moved. He kicked off his boots and reached down for his socks, revealing huge bare feet. Even his bare feet were sexy, and I thought there might be something wrong with me for even thinking that.

I licked my dry lips when he undid his fly and shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down.

He stood in front of me, completely naked, his huge cock standing out, hard and angry looking. I took in the purple mushroom tip and found some wetness that had seeped out of there.

He fisted himself roughly, moving up and down his length as his jaw clenched and his face etched in pleasure.

Wetness gathered in my pussy and soaked my panties. I was wet just looking at him. I wished he would keep going. This was the one show I would never get tired of watching.

I had never even seen a man pleasure himself like that before.

Then he let himself go, and I almost begged him to get back to touching himself.

I whimpered, and he walked over to the side of the bed. He cupped my cheek and tilted my face up so that I was looking at him.

“You think I can be fucking gentle with you now that you baited me into fucking you?”

I glared up at him. “I didn’t bait you into doing anything. I just wanted to talk.”

He laughed, the sound mean, as he reached down for the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and off me without a word.

I let out a small squeak in surprise when he threw it on the floor and took in all the naked skin he’d exposed with hungry eyes.

He pulled me toward the edge of the bed—toward him—and positioned me until I was on all fours, my face directly in line with his cock.

Fuck.

He was even more beautiful like this, not that I would tell him that.

His hand skimmed down my back, taking in the column of my spine, pausing when he reached the small of my back. He teased the hem of my panties, and I closed my eyes and bit my lips, not wanting him to know just how badly his teasing was getting to me.

I opened my eyes when I felt his cock slap against my chin.

I glared up at him, and he was looking at me with mirth in his eyes.

“Open,” he commanded.

I hesitated.

I knew what he wanted.

I wasn’t that naïve, but I hadn’t done this with a man before. Not even with Garrett. I didn’t know what I would do if I tried it with him for the first time, and he ended up disappointed.

“Baby?” he asked, and for a small moment, there were glimpses ofmyMicah from before.

Of the man who liked to hold on to me tightly in his sleep. The one who liked to buy me gifts and give me sweet kisses, even if there was nothing sweet about him.

I looked up at him.

“I—” I shook my head. “I’ve never…”

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