Page 162 of Psycho

His eyes flared in understanding.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and said, “You’re mine. You think there would ever be anything about you that I would find lacking?”

“But—”

He pulled on my hair, shutting me up. I narrowed my eyes on him.

“Don’t worry about anything,” he said. “From now on, all you worry about is pleasing me. Got it?”

“Pleasing. You?” I asked slowly. I didn’t know if I should slap him for that comment or move over to him. The more logical part of me knew I should be outraged. The other—stupider—part of me just wanted to do what he said and please him. To see the way his silver eyes glinted with approval as he looked at me.

“Yes,” he said, pulling me up until we were somewhat at eye level. Even with me kneeling on the bed like this, he was still taller than me. “Please me. Do what I ask of you and be my good little girl.”

He pushed me back down on the mattress until I was lying flat on my back.

My heart thudded as I looked up at him.

“What about…” I trailed, looking down at his cock.

He shook his head slightly. “Later. We can do that later when I’m not feeling so out of control. Right now, I just want to bury myself deep inside your greedy little cunt and fuck you hard.”

My thigh muscles clenched at his words, even though I knew there was something I had to tell him first.

I opened my mouth and lost my words when he quickly pulled my panties down my legs, crawled onto the mattress, and ate me out.

I screamed, my back arching as my fingers shifted through his hair, especially at the feel of his tongue teasingly lapping up over my slit.

“Fuck. Micah!”

He licked up my opening and suckled on my swollen clit.

My eyes slammed shut at the sensation.

“So fucking wet and ready for me, aren’t you, baby?”

I nodded in delirium.

“You want my cock?” he asked.

Again, I nodded.

“Beg me for it, sweetheart. Tell me how much you want my cock inside your cunt. Tell me how much you want me to own you. To possess you and never let you go. Because that will be how it is for you. Now and for-fucking-ever. I have been going easy on you. But not after tonight. I won’t fucking stop until everyone in this entire fucking world knows you belong to me. Starting with you.”

I sucked in a broken breath of air when his fingers moved down and slipped in between my folds. He moved them side to side roughly, violently, bringing me to the edge, only to pull away when I was about to fall apart.

“Micah!”

He slapped my pussy with his fingers.

Fuck.

My back bowed, and I tried to get away from the stinging pain.

He pulled me back and spread my legs out once more, slapping my pussy a few more times before he went back to playing with it.

“Please,” I whimpered, not knowing if I was asking him to stop or not. “Please.”

I would fucking beg him on my hands and knees if that would get him to stop torturing me like this and just let me come.

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