Page 166 of Psycho

I could only lie there and take in the feel of him.

It felt so good, and I didn’t even come.

I just—

There was just something so incredibly sexy about seeing Micah losing control like this.

I released my grip on his back and slowly moved my palms over his skin, smoothing away the pain I had caused and taking in the way the muscles there tensed from my touch.

Micah pulled back from me then, putting most of his weight on his elbows, and looked down at me.

There was something different about his eyes.

Something light.

I cupped his cheek, feeling the rough stubble as it tickled my palm, and he turned his head to the side and kissed my palm.

I felt that kiss all the way down the very center of me.

My breath caught, and he looked at me strangely.

Then he pulled out of me.

I winced slightly from the pain and the sensation of him leaving my body.

I sat up. He looked down at my pussy, pure fascination in his eyes.

I looked down, and even from my vantage point, I could see his cum leaking out of me, along with blood—my blood. I couldn’t even imagine what I must look like from his view.

Was that fascinated look in his eyes from his cum or the blood?

I was afraid of what the answer might be.

He pushed my leg up, and I felt more wetness seep out of me.

I closed my eyes.

“Do you fucking know how good you look like this with my cum leaking out of you? Do you know how sexy you are wearing my mark of possession? I might have to make sure this greedy little cunt gets its fill of my cum every single fucking day.”

My entire body seemed to vibrate from his words alone. I didn’t respond, and I didn’t bother opening my eyes.

His fingers moved over my opening before he pushed two fingers inside.

My face scrunched up a bit from the slight pain.

“Sore?” he asked.

I could only nod.

“Do you fucking know what it does to me to know that you’re fucking sore because of me?”

I opened my eyes, thinking about his words.

He loved it when he hurt me.

Not hurt me in ways I couldn’t handle, but in the little ways, and there might be something wrong with me, because I might like it when he hurt me as well.

I didn’t say anything.

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