Page 178 of Psycho

My toes curled when he pressed his thumb against me, not really entering me, but close.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

There was something animated about his eyes.

“You’re staying home from school today,” he said.

It was on the tip of my tongue to argue with him, but after yesterday, the last thing I wanted to do was go to school.

I didn’t know how I would react if I ran into any of the boys—or if they didn’t show up for school because…

I shook my head.

When Roman drove me home, I decided that I would not be asking Micah anything about what went on last night.

“Do you know how fucking crazy you drive me, looking like this?” he gritted out, moving his fingers faster against me.

He pushed up and played with my clit.

I fisted the bed sheets beneath me.

“Like what?” I asked.

Fuck, but it felt so good.

It always felt good when he touched me.

“Like mine,” he growled out. “I fucked you last night. I claimed your fucking innocence. Your hymen. You bled for me. And you’ll bleed for me again.”

The last sentence was said ominously.

Before I could ask him what he meant, he pushed one thick finger inside me.

“Micah,” I moaned.

“I’ll fucking bleed for you. We’ll bleed for each other. Because you’re my temptation, and I am your ruin. We’ll fall apart together.”

“Oh, God.”

Tingles spread throughout my body, starting at my pussy as he started to move his finger in and out of me.

“Keep your legs spread wide for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and let me fuck you with my finger. I can’t use my cock, not when you’re still recovering, so let me feel you come on my finger.”

He kept up a steady pace, building up the orgasm, and I could only lie there and let him.

His eyes glowed with something vicious when he said, “It’s just as well that I can’t fuck you for a few days. It’ll give you time to recover.”

I frowned a little at him.

Recover?

Did he mean from last night?

Why did I get the feeling that he was talking about something else?

I threw my head back and screamed when he increased the pace. A small tinge of pain mixed in with a hell of a lot of pleasure.

Three more thrusts from him, and I was done for.

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