Page 12 of Dirty Little Psycho
“Your therapy session begins now.” His tone is anything but kind and open.
He drags a chair in with him and places it directly across from where I sit on the edge of the bed. He folds his large body as he takes a seat. Vaughn is fucking imposing, but much like the guy I met the first night, he is fucking gorgeous. Unlike Carter who has that boy next door type of look, Vaughn is ruggedly handsome and has a dark aura that surrounds him.
“Aren’t therapists supposed to be inviting and all smiles or some shit?” I press.
His features pull taut and his eyes narrow. “You are aware that you are in an insane asylum, right?”
The mockery in his tone is clear. I fight not to bristle and give him the satisfaction of knowing he is getting to me. I don’t know what it is about Vaughn, but this asshole sets me on edge and has me wanting to push his buttons to get a rise out of him, like I do with my masked freaks.
“Really? I thought I was staying in the Hilton. I mean you couldn’t tell by my lavish penthouse suite. But, the view is to die for?—”
“Is that what you want?”
“What?”
“To die?” I reel back in shock.
I shake my head. “I never said that.”
“You didn’t need to.”
“What the fuck are you getting at here?”
“I want to get inside your head and see what makes you tick. I want to see your greatest nightmares come to life. I want to know what gets you off, what makes your heart skip a beat. I want to know what it’s like to be inside you.” His statement renders me speechless. I may not be an expert but I also know he has crossed a fucking line here professionally.
“Get. Out.” I force out through clenched teeth.
He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest, then shoots me a self-satisfied smirk. “Getting under your skin, am I, Miss Le Roux?” Hearing my last name come out of his sinful mouth has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. My breathing turns choppy, Vaughn will no doubt use my identity against me and after witnessing what happened to Frank last night, there is no doubt in my mind that every male in here would enjoy tearing me to fucking shreds.
“What do you want?”
“I just told you.”
“No, you smug fuck. You’re fucking with me and trying to blackmail me because you know my father is the one who owns this shithole. So again, what the fuck do you want?”
His whole demeanor shifts. He leans forward and rests his arms on the tops of his thighs, his face an inch from mine. I can smell his cool minty breath, his dark brown eyes almost appearing black. I see the devil inside him, lurking just beneath the surface. The urge to push him overrides my common sense. I lean in until our noses are touching, my bold move seeming to shock him, but he refuses to budge an inch not wanting me to get the upper hand.
“Keep pushing me, Vaughn, and you won’t like the bitch I become.”
“You’re already a bitch, I’m just exposing your true identity.”
“What the fuck are trying to play at here? What is your end game? I’ve seen no other staff here aside from you and Carter. Three masked freaks have the run of this place and answer to no one. Why is that?”
In a move so bold I don’t see it coming, he snaps his arm, encircles my throat, then shoves me back on the bed and nestles himself between my legs. I stare up at Vaughn with wide eyes and my jaw slack.
“You listen to me, you little cunt.” I gasp at his crass words. “You will do as I say because it is by my mercy that you have been unharmed in this place. Those masked freaks as you like to call them are your protection. So, if I were you, I would start showing some gratitude for their sacrifice. Your last name may grant you certain privileges and freedoms outside of these walls, but in here your last name will get you killed, so remember that.”
An ungodly sound escapes me. I stare him right in the eyes and shudder at the look in them. Vaughn wants to see me hurt, he wants me in pain and I believe him now about wanting to see inside my head, but I just don’t think he means that figuratively.
I throw my arms around his neck and pull him in closer so my lips ghost over his. If my move shocked him, he doesn’t show it. “If you were going to kill me, you would have done it when you and Carter found me in the morgue. You need me alive for something and I plan to figure out what that reason is.”
Vaughn growls but doesn’t budge an inch, even when I skate my fingers through his hair. He’s a master of disguising his face and I have a thing for trying to figure people out. I know without an ounce of a doubt, I’m going to be fixated on this man until I figure out what makes him tick. It’s a flaw of mine but I can’t help but want to fix people and find out what makes themthem.
His thumb strokes the underside of my jaw as he leans forward and skims his lips on the shell of my ear. “God, you are so much more than we thought.”
“We?” I breathe out.
I gasp when he pushes his tongue inside my ear and I feel the hard bulge of his cock pressing against me. “We are few but we are many. Remember that. There are eyes and ears all over this place and we miss nothing. Tread carefully,psycho.” My mind reels at the use of the name psycho but he short circuits my thoughts when he bites down on my lobe, drawing a pained cry from me. Before I can shove him off me or do anything, he thrusts his hips and I whimper. “Be ready.”
