Page 57 of Psycho

“You say it like it’s easy.”

“It is easy,” he responded. “You belong to me now. I will be the center of all your focus.”

I shook my head, leveling a glare at him. “You sound so fucking conceited. Why the hell would you be the center of all my focus?”

“Because you’ll be that way for me.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

What?

“And because I own you now. It would make things easier.”

“For me or for you?”

He cupped my cheek. “Both.”

He owned me?

Was I nothing more than fucking cattle used to pay off Dad’s debt? Because that was the only reason I could think of why I was forced to come here with the psycho.

I opened my mouth to retort when he moved his hand down, curving it gently over my neck.

I held still, scared he would do what Dad did. I didn’t think I could take another choking session, but all he did was hold it there.

“I should have fucking killed him when I had the chance,” he said darkly, reminding me just how dangerous a man Micah was.

I made a small noise in the back of my throat in protest, and his eyes took me in.

“No?”

I couldn’t say anything to that, because I had often wished someone would just do me a favor and kill my dad.

Fuck, but I had wished for his death so many times.

So many times.

But for Micah to say he would kill himforme…

I didn’t want his blood on my hands.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth.

I could only look at him with surprise.

Did he just…

He didn’t say anything for a moment before slowly leaning down and pressing another kiss on me, this time fully on my lips, where he held it there for three long seconds.

We kept our eyes open, and I told myself to turn away and pull away from the kiss, but I was frozen.

Never had a kiss felt like this, even when I was making out with Garrett, and now, a small, simple kiss from him and I was—

I was lost.

My chest pushed in and out as I tried to get in enough air, but there didn’t seem to be enough.

Not enough.

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