Page 101 of The Psychopaths

“Good girl,” Aries growls, hips jerking erratically as my inner walls milk him. “Feel that…feel my cum filling your pussy. That makes you mine.”

Warmth fills me as he empties himself deep, marking me in the most primitive way possible. Black spots appear in myvision, and I cling to consciousness, my body giving out on me. Aries holds me up, his body blanketing mine, the pressure of him at my back almost comforting. I suck a ragged breath into my lungs, the weight on my shoulders gone.

I’m free.No longer trapped by desires that I cannot experience or touch.

For a moment, we remain frozen in that tableau—his chest heaving against my back, his softening cock still buried inside me. A groan from across the room signals Arson’s return to consciousness.

Aries withdraws suddenly, the emptiness almost as shocking as the initial invasion. My body collapses to the floor at the loss of his support. Through blurry vision, I watch him climb to his feet and gather his soaked pants off the floor.

Wait, where is he going?

There’s a new purpose to his movements. Gone is the frantic possession seen moments before, replaced with something colder and calculated.

“Aries?” I whisper, voice wrecked.

He pauses and looks down at me. I can’t read his expression, and I think for a second he might say something, might acknowledge what just happened, but he doesn’t. He walks away without a single backward glance. No hesitation. Just abandonment as complete and absolute as his possession had been.

Tears fill my eyes, cascading down my cheeks without permission.

Shame. Fear. Guilt.All the emotions bombard me at once as I curl into myself on the wet concrete. The chemical haze finally begins to recede, leaving clarity in its wake. The insides of my thighs are slick with blood and semen, further evidence of the battle that ensued.

Was I nothing but a trophy to be won?

The world darkens at the edges, consciousness slipping away as the full weight of what just happened presses down on me. The last thing I see before darkness claims me completely is Arson struggling to his feet, blood trailing down his face from a gash on his forehead, and his eyes locked on his brother’s retreating form.

Arson

Consciousness returns in fragments—first, pain that radiates through my skull with nauseating waves. Followed by sound—water dripping, an alarm system that’s finally silenced itself. Last come the memories—Aries attacking me, Lilian in my arms, chaos ensuing.

I force my eyes open, and my vision blurs. After a moment, I blink, and everything returns to focus. The first thing I notice is the red-tinged water pooling around me.

Blood.Mine, mostly I think.

It’s clear that I underestimated the lengths he would go to break free and claim her.That won’t happen again.Movement at the far end of the corridor catches my attention.

Aries—he’s still naked, hair dripping, blood smeared across his back, a barrage of scratches littering his flesh.

He’s walking away, his steps purposeful despite the drugs in his system.

Where the fuck does he think he’s going?

My first instinct is to stop him, but then I catch sight of Lilian. Her tiny body is curled in on itself, and my desire to kill Aries only grows. Even from a distance, I can see how pale she is against the gray concrete, her creamy flesh marked with bruisesthat are only beginning to form—fingerprints on her hips, a bite mark on her shoulder that’s bleeding.

He fucking used her.

Like an animal, he took what he wanted, and now he’s walking away. Leaving her discarded on the cold floor like she’s nothing. Like she’s a tool, a means to wound me, and not a living, breathing person. I can’t explain, can’t put into words what seeing her so helpless and hurt does to me. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. She wasn’t supposed to end up hurt.

But she did, and it’s your fault.

Rage ignites in my blood, different from the calculated violence I’ve nursed for years, and not the cold revenge I built my life around. This is something hotter, sharper, more immediate.

How dare he? How fucking dare he?

Even as I think about it, about how much I despise him for this, I know I’m not any better. If I hadn’t toyed with him, pushed him, it wouldn’t have happened. I have more self-control than him. I should’ve known better, yet I still taunted him.

I push myself up off the floor, ignoring the stabbing pain in my head and the warm blood that trickles down my neck. Nothing matters except ensuring she’s okay and locking him back up in that cell. I look back at where Lilian lies, her lips slightly parted, her breath shallow.

Without the chemical amplification, the security system sedatives are still taking effect, pulling her deeper into the darkness. Slowly, I walk toward her, my legs heavy. I’ve experienced the sedatives so many times that they no longer affect me.

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