Page 24 of Dirty Little Psycho
“If you want me, you’re gonna have to come get me, motherfuckers, because I won’t go down without a fight,” I scream.
“We’ll fuck the fight out of you and make you beg for more.” I gasp at the sound of his voice. Longing hits me in the chest, but then I remember how they left me and latch on to my anger.
“Fuck you,” I snarl.
“We plan to fuck you, psycho.” I close my eyes and fight the urge to go to him, he was my comfort and now he is the cause of my pain.
“I’ll never let you touch me,” I vow.
“Then you better run, baby, and not stop. When we catch you, we’ll make sure you remember who the fuck owns you,” their leader vows. I weigh my options. I can run from them and continue to deny my feelings or I can stand tall and demand the answers I need.
“Why are you here?”
I feel them close in on me and my body reacts, heat licks at my skin and my pussy pulses as if it knows its masters are here. “We’re taking you home,” Draven says.
I snort. “My dad isn’t going to let me escape?—”
“Your father is a patient at Slade Le Roux.” I gasp at Vaughn’s admission.
“What?” I slam my eyes closed when one of them presses against my back and the heat of their body sinks into me. Unable to fight the pull, I melt into him, while the other two press in until my naked body is cocooned in their warmth.
Hands cup my cheeks and force my head up. I can just make out the outline of his mask. “He’ll never hurt you or anyone else again, psycho. We made sure of that.” Vaughn’s words send a shiver down my spine.
“You left me,” I choke out.
“No, we knew he would send you away and we needed you somewhere safe while we took that bastard down. We were always coming back for you, baby. You belong to us,” Carter says with such conviction I believe him.
A whimper escapes me and I press back into Draven harder. His arms wrap around my waist. “Don’t fight this, baby. You want us as much as we want you. You own us, Karley. Don’t deny us because we’ll never let you go. We’ll hunt you until the end of fucking time and force you to choose us because there is no longer an us without you. We love you.” Draven’s words begin to fill the void inside me and I choose not to fight. I love them and now they have just proven that they are mine as much as I am theirs.
“Y-you love me?” I stutter.
All three of them chuckle. “Yeah, baby. I’ll spend eternity in hell if it means I get you for the rest of my life.” Carter’s words begin to mend my broken heart but I need to hearhimadmit his feelings.
Vaughn pulls me from Draven’s arms and crushes me against his chest. He grips my hair and forces my head back until I’m looking up at him. “You have always been ours since the first night in Slade Le Roux. You own my black heart, psycho. Youmay do with it whatever the fuck you please so long as you allow me into yours.”
“I love you… all of you,” I choke out.
“Good girl, now show us how much you love us by running, because I need to chase you, baby, so I can fuck the devil back into you,” Draven growls.
Being loved by the devils is going to be tough, but I never said I liked it soft and sweet. I want it rough, hard and raw. Always fucking raw.
EPILOGUE
KARLEY
Ten months later…
It’s been nearly a year since I met my guys and to say they turned my life upside down is an understatement!
These three men are overbearing, controlling, heavy handed and dominant as fuck but I secretly love it and they bloody well know it. After the guys came for me, we spent the next two days locked in that asylum fucking on every surface—no crevice of that place was untouched by our cum. I blacked out more times than I care to admit from orgasm overload, but none of them cared. They continued to force me past my limits and show me without words that I was more than a bargaining chip, they showed me how they truly felt about me.
Their hunger for me is insatiable.
After we left, they told me they had my father sign everything over to me. They still won’t tell me how they did it and I don’t want to know. I am now in charge of the Le Roux fortune and I have done everything I can to fix my father’s mistakes. I even found Frank’s wife and honored his last wish. We closed Slade Le Roux, but I chose to leave my father locked in therealone.He is fed and checked on daily but no one interacts with him. Draven allowed me to make the call on his fate.
I barely think about him now. I visited my father a couple of months after he was locked in there. The way he looked at me with such disgust and hatred only proved that I made the right decision to not allow Draven to end his life. The guys came with me, but stood back and allowed me to take control, that was no easy feat for them.
I told my father how I always felt small around him and how he always made me feel less than I was, weak and unloved. The gleeful look on his face as I confessed to him had me wanting to remove his fucking skin from his body but instead, I hit him where it hurt. I told him how my guys made me feel empowered, loved, cherished and above all else, safe. That stupid smirk vanished from his face and I felt a surge of power rush through me, knowing I was the one that held the key to his fate. When I tried to leave, he begged for his freedom. I refused and was all too happy to let him know he would never get out. He would remain a prisoner of Slade Le Roux forever. He would die there and be forgotten just like he had planned for my guys to be.
