Page 100 of The Psychopaths

“Touch her again, and I’ll fucking kill you,” Aries promises, voice deadly calm as he pins Arson against the wall, his forearm pressed to his throat.

Some of the arousal dissipates as fear slowly trickles into my mind. I think he might actually do it—might crush his twin’s windpipe while I watch. At the last moment, somethingchanges his mind, and instead, he slams Arson’s head against the concrete hard enough to daze but not kill.

Before I can react, his attention is back on me.

I’m so used to his careful distance and pitiful glances that seeing him with the curtain pulled back, exposing the beast he’s kept hidden for so long, makes it impossible for me to look away. Those bright hazel eyes are wild, fury and possession driving him to the point of insanity. He fists his cock with one hand, stroking the organ hard.

One hand circles my ankle, and with brutal efficiency, he flips me onto my stomach.

“On your knees,” he commands, yanking my hips upward.

I comply, my body responding to his dominance even as my mind struggles to keep pace. The heavy thud of my heartbeat fills my ears, accelerating with fear and unwanted arousal.

“Please,” I beg, though whether I’m asking him to stop fighting or end this miserable burn that’s threatening to consume me from the inside out, I don’t know. “Aries, please. Enough.”

He has his own answer and positions himself behind me. The blunt head of his cock is pressed firmly against my entrance. One hand tangles in my hair, and he tugs my head back sharply, my scalp screaming from his tight grip.

“You want it to end?” he growls against my ear. “Then let me finish it.”

His words are the only warning I get before he’s thrusting forward, entering me in one smooth stroke, driving himself deeper than it feels even possible in this new position.

All I can do is cry out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the wet floor as he begins a relentless rhythm.

“Stop fighting it,” he commands, his grip on my hair tightening while his hips slap against my ass with each thrust. “Stop pretending you don’t want this, that you don’t want me.”

Each word is punctuated by a brutal stroke that pushes me forward on the concrete. The position is animalistic and degrading, yet my body responds, inner walls gripping him tightly as he pounds into me.

“Just—make it—stop,” I gasp between thrusts, tears mixing with the water on my face. “Please, I can’t—I can’t?—”

“Can’t what?” His body looms above mine, his chest pressing against my back, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “Can’t admit how much you love being fucked like an animal? Being fucked by me? How many years have you wanted this, Lilian? How long did you lay in bed at night wishing I was fucking this tight pussy?”

There’s a tenacious truth behind his words, and I hate it. Even now, shame burns hot in my veins—because he’s right. I have wanted this. Fantasized about it through years of careful distance and polite rejection.

“Just end it,” I sob. My body betrays me, pleasure building despite the ache in my chest. “Please, Aries, just make it stop.”

“I’ll make it stop,” Aries promises, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. “After you come on my cock.”

His hand slides around to find my clit, fingers circling with unexpected precision. The dual assault—his cock stretching me from behind while his fingers work the sensitive bundle of nerves—sends shock waves of unwanted pleasure up my spine.

“No,” I protest weakly, even as my hips push back against him instinctively.

“Yes,” he insists, fingers quickening their pace. “Your pain…your pleasure. It’s all mine. You’re mine.”

“No. You don’t…you never wanted me,” I sob.

“I’ve always wanted you,” he snarls in my ear. “I’ve always watched, waiting for the day I could have you, the day my darkness wouldn’t taint you. It’s too late for that now.”

“I can’t.” I grit my teeth even though I know I can and will shatter for him.

“You can, and you will. You were mine before you were ever his. Give me what you never gave him. Give it to me.” His hips continue their punishing rhythm, each thrust hitting something deep inside that makes fireworks explode behind my eyelids. The chemicals in my system amplify every sensation, turning even the rough scrape of concrete against my knees into something erotic. “Fuck, yes. I want your pleasure; surrender yourself to me.”

I fight it—fight the building tension and the wave threatening to crash over me. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. Not with violence and chemicals and twin brothers using my body as their battleground.

“I know you can feel it,” he encourages as my body begins to tighten around him. “Your cunt is tightening, the pleasure building, becoming unbearable. Let go. Give yourself to me, Lilian.” My resistance crumbles when Aries changes his angle, the head of his cock dragging perfectly against my inner walls while his fingers maintain their relentless assault on my clit. “Come for me,” he demands, teeth sinking into my shoulder hard enough to break skin. “Fucking come for me now.”

The pain of his bite is the final trigger.

Pleasure overtakes my body with devastating force, and I convulse around his invading cock. I can barely breathe, the air in my lungs stilling while every nerve ending explodes. A scream builds in my throat—the sound pure animal, raw anguish, and unrecognizable as my own voice when it meets my ears.

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