Page 97 of The Psychopaths

I’m so focused on the twin pleasures of her body and Aries’s torment that I fail to maintain vigilance. It’s the ultimate mistake for a man who’s survived on hypervigilance for years.A mistake I’ll pay for.Something moves in my peripheral vision—too fast, too determined to be a trick of the light.

By the time I register the threat, it’s already too late.

Lilian

One moment I’m dipped in a dark decadent pleasure as Arson owns my body, stretching me, claiming for the first time and the next everything around me implodes. I’m not sure what is happening when we crash against the floor in a tangle of naked limbs and violent intention. All I know is pain radiates across my skull when my head cracks against the wet concrete.

“Fucking bastard!” Arson’s deep voice thunders around me. “Couldn’t handle someone else claiming what you were too cowardly to take for yourself, huh?”

“She was never yours to claim.” Aries’s response is nothing but growl.

A moment later, I hear the meaty thud of fists hitting flesh.

I struggle to orient myself and make sense of the blur of identical bodies grappling above me. Aries and Arson—mirror images locked in a murderous struggle, water streaming down their naked forms and making it nearly impossible to distinguish who is who. I have to stop them before someone gets hurt. Slowly, I roll to my side and push up off the floor.

My ears register a faint hissing sound, and a moment later, a cloud smelling faintly of chemicals rolls out the open door of Aries’s cell.

What the hell?I gasp reflexively, drawing the vapor deep into my lungs.

It tastes sweet and smoky on my tongue as it moves through my body, bringing with it the sensation of warmth. Another breath, and more of the sweet air fills my lungs.

“Don’t breathe it in!” one of them shouts—Aries, I think—but his warning comes too late. Rational thinking has already slipped through the cracks, my senses heightened in a way that’s completely abnormal.

What is wrong with me?

My nose wrinkles as more of that sweet smoke filters into the room. Reality slips further and further from my grasp. The world shifts, edges blurring, colors intensifying.

My skin prickles with hypersensitivity, every drop of water sliding down my naked body feeling like a deliberate caress. A small gasp escapes me, my core tightening around nothing. I’m hollow, empty. I need them, need him—need to be fucked.

Red-hot desire ripples through me, and I instinctively lift my hips and arch my back, seeking relief, my nipples hardening almost painfully against the cool air.

The twins continue their battle, but now their movements appear to be choreographed, beautiful in their violence.

Stop them!a voice screams inside my head.

I can’t make my body obey.My gaze is fixated on the flex of muscles, the slick slide of skin on skin, and the animalistic grunts of exertion that each of them makes.

The sounds, the tension—it only intensifies my need.

Aries’s fist connects with Arson’s jaw.Fear.It’s a normal response. I should be afraid, but I’m not. The chemicals seem to have bypassed all normal inhibitions, leaving only raw, primalneed in its place. My cunt throbs, empty and aching where Arson just was.

All I can think about is filling that ache. It’s impossible to hide or control. It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience, my hands moving of their own accord, caressing my skin, sliding down over my stomach. Stopping only once they reach the space between my thighs that pulses with its own heartbeat.

Need to touch. Need release. Need something, anything to ease this burning.

“Mine,” one of them snarls—Aries, maybe.

I briefly notice the blood dripping down his temple, and how wild with rage his eyes are, a deeper primal need filling them when he finds me with my thighs spread, calling him to me. The chemical haze makes everything appear dreamlike.

Is this really real?I arch my back, a silent invitation I’d never consciously offer.

My hand slips between my thighs, and I moan with satisfaction, moving my fingers through my drenched folds. I know this is wrong, that I’m not myself right now, but I can’t be bothered by any of those thoughts, not with this desperate hunger flowing through my veins.

“Fuck,” I whimper, fingers circling my clit, seeking relief from the unbearable tension that’s building inside. The slick, obscene sounds of my fingers moving against my pussy seem louder in the chaos.

More. I need more.Spreading my legs wider, I slip two fingers inside my tight pussy. It feels so good I could cry, even if it’s not the same as when Arson filled me.

Through half-lidded eyes, I watch the twins grappling, my pleasure building.

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