Page 170 of Psycho

I swirled the pad of my pointer finger against her clit and felt her stomach dip as she sucked in a sharp breath.

“I can change your mind.”

Lainey turned her head on my chest and looked up at me.

“Say it, Lainey. Tell me you want my mouth on your cunt. Tell me this cunt belongs to me, and I can do whatever the hell I want with it. I can be mean to it, I can love it, I can tease it, and drive it crazy—it wouldn’t fucking matter.” I cupped her pussy and pulled her in closer to me, feeling the slickness of her arousal coating the inside of my palm in the water.

Her chest pushed in and out harshly, her hard nipples breaking the surface of the water before moving back down, drawing my attention.

I used my other hand and cupped one tit, squeezing it roughly.

“Spread your legs and put them on either side of me,” I said softly.

She spread her legs like the good girl she was, exposing her entire body to my gaze through the water.

I felt a small growl moving up my throat in possessiveness over the sight.

“Now tell me this cunt belongs to me,” I said roughly.

“This c-cunt belongs to you,” she repeated.

“Good girl,” I said, keeping my hands where they were.

Fuck, but I could probably stay like this with her forever.

Her breathing got back under control when I did nothing more than hold her, and she shifted her head to look at me after a while.

I kept my hands where they were.

She didn’t seem to mind, and I fucking loved the little shivers that ran through her every once in a while when I shifted my hand against her in just the right way.

Regrettably, when she turned around and climbed onto my lap, I pulled away. The water sloshed around us, some making their way out of the tub. I ignored that and looked at her closely.

She cupped my cheek, and I felt her finger pressing over the scar on my face.

It had become more of who I was than something that had happened to me long ago… that I barely thought about anymore.

Barely noticed it when I looked at myself in the mirror.

Usually, the first thing I saw when I stared into my reflection was my father’s silver eyes.

Perhaps they didn’t look as dead on him as they did on me. After all, he was only an abusive father and husband.

I was a killer.

I had lost count of how many lives I’d taken since the first.

“Will you tell me how you got this scar?” she asked softly.

“Do you really want to know?” I asked.

She opened her mouth, and I shook my head, interrupting her.

“Really think about it, sweetheart. I never tried to hide the kind of man I am from you. But what you know about me only touches the surface. You really want to know? Because I’ll tell you. Even if it scares you. Even if you’re disgusted by me. The moment I took you home with me, your fate was sealed. There is no escaping me. You won’t ever be able to leave me, but I’ll give you a choice. You can live with me under the pretty delusion that perhaps I am not as bad as the rest of the world made me out to be, or I’ll cut myself open for you. I’ll show you all of my ugly parts, and you’ll just have to live with that.”

She didn’t say anything, directing her gaze to my chest. When she looked up at me, there was a glint in her green eyes that I didn’t understand.

“There’s no leaving you, ever?”

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