Page 181 of Psycho

My fists clenched. “Fuck. Micah!”

“Come for me again, baby. Show me just how crazy I drive you,” he said, taking the outer lips into his mouth and sucking. I felt my heart drop down to my stomach from the move, and my entire body began to convulse as the beginning of another orgasm was wrenched out of me.

“Micah, please,” I begged, not knowing what I wanted. For him to stop so we could talk about the broken skin he caused, or to keep going because I could feel my mind descending into a fog of delirium from his touch.

He sucked more of me in his mouth, groaning a bit, before delving his tongue inside.

That was all it took.

I fell apart as another wave of a powerful orgasm overtook me.

Tears stung my eyes, and I vaguely noticed him sitting back up and adding another mark on my skin with his blade.

Fuck.

“Stop!” I screamed. “Micah!”

I didn’t know if I was screaming because it hurt, or because of the very act of him doing this to me.

He didn’t stop. He added another line, another curve, almost as if he was…

He was writing something onto my skin with the blade.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

I pulled on the binding once more, but it was useless. It didn’t even come loose.

He went back and licked away the blood.

And the heartless bastard seemed to be enjoying my blood. His eyes glinted in a way I had never seen them glint before, and then he went back and ate me out.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Not again.”

I couldn’t come again, even as I could feel the slow hum signaling the start of an explosion.

He shifted a bit, and his hard cock rubbed against my legs.

He was turned on by this.

What the fuck?

I shook my head, and Micah looked up at me. He pulled away briefly and smiled at me, my blood coating his teeth.

He looked like a fucking nightmare come to life, and I didn’t know what to make of it.

“Such a good girl for me,” he praised. “Almost done, sweetheart.”

I closed my eyes and turned my head.

His tongue lapped over my clit, and I imploded. I bit the inside of my cheeks to keep from making any noise, and Micah went back to carving me.

Adrenaline spiked in my blood as he got to the last of the letters.

The covers beneath me looked like a fucking massacre had happened, though I knew I hadn’t bled that much.

I would have felt it if that was the case, wouldn’t I?

I didn’t know anymore.

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