Page 163 of Psycho

“Mine. You got me? This cunt is mine. This mind… mine. This soul, this body… mine.” His hand moved up to my chest. I was sure he could feel just how hard my heart was pounding for him. “This heart is fucking mine.”

I shook my head.

No. He could take my body and occupy my mind, but I was keeping my heart.

He just… couldn’t have it.

He grinned sadistically at me. “Too late.”

Tears stung my eyes, and he doubled his efforts and moved his fingers harshly over my pussy once more, shoving his middle finger inside me roughly.

I whimpered in pain and pleasure when he fucked me with it hard and fast. My toes curled from the sensation, and I tried to get away when it became too much.

Like always, he easily dominated me, keeping me still while he had his wicked ways with me.

“Come,” he demanded harshly.

I fell over the edge.

Micah didn’t give me time to ride out the orgasm. He kissed his way up my body, his lips stopping briefly on some spots more than others, like my navel, moving across and up my rib, the bottom on one breast, my nipple, the top of it.

He licked, sucked, and nipped over any skin he came into contact with, driving me into the fringe of insanity.

He spread my legs and moved his huge body in between them, his cock lining up against my pussy.

The tip sought my entrance, and I tensed.

“Micah, wait. I have—fuck.”

I groaned when he ran the tip up and down my slit.

“I’m clean,” he said. “Tell me you belong to me.”

I shook my head. It was one thing for him to say it, but another for me to say it to him.

His hand moved between our bodies, and he played with my clit.

“Tell me,” he gritted out.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

He pinched my clit roughly and I opened my eyes in surprise and pain.

“Tell me.”

“Micah.”

“Tell me, sweetheart. You fucking belong to me, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I screamed out when his finger moved harder against my clit.

Satisfaction set in his dark eyes before he moved his hand away.

I almost begged him for it back.

“Good,” he said, pushing the tip inside of me. My eyes opened, and I looked at him. A dark storm brewed in the gray irises and I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to.

“There won’t be anything between us.”

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