Page 29 of Psychotic Faith
The hallway's fluorescent lights reveal everything the darkness hid. Her pupils blown wide with fury, lips parted, chest heaving in that red dress that fits like I painted it on her skin. The outline of her hardened nipples shows through the silk.
"Janine is in there with him!" She yanks against my grip, and the movement makes her breasts bounce. "He has her right now!"
"Your mother is dead." The brutal truth stops her cold. "And you were about to join her."
I drag her to the coat room, shoving her inside and locking us in. She backs against the hanging coats, designer wool and fur creating an expensive cage around her.
"You don't understand!"
"I know exactly who Trent Neumann is." I step closer, watching her body respond despite her anger. The way her nipples peak harder, visible through red silk. The way her thighs shift. "I know everything about you, little faith. Every secret you think you've hidden. Every time you've touched that pretty pussy thinking about violence." My smile goes wrong. "Every time you've touched it thinking about me."
I pull the gun from her purse, emptying the bullets onto the floor. They scatter like promises, five chances at revenge she'll never get to take.
"All that planning to throw it away?"
"He has Janine NOW!"
"And your corpse would save her?" I cage her against the wall, close enough that she feels my erection pressing against her stomach. Her breath catches, that little gasp that makes me want to force those lips open and fuck her mouth until she understands who owns her.
"Your pupils dilate when I'm near."
"That's fear."
"Your pulse jumps here." My finger grazes her throat, feeling her carotid race. "The same rate as when you come. I've watched you, Faith. Counted every breath, every moan when you fuck yourself with those delicate fingers."
"Stop."
But she's already leaning toward me, hips tilting forward until there's more pressure where my cock meets her body. The heat between us could melt steel.
"You're already ready for me." Not a question. I can smell her arousal, that sweet musk that's been driving me insane for weeks. "Ready for the monster who kills for you."
"I need to save her!"
"I'll handle Neumann. After you admit the truth."
"What truth?" Her voice breaks on the words.
"That you've been mine since that first photograph I took of you. The first one I left for you."
My hand finds her thigh, sliding up slowly, giving her time to stop me. She doesn't. The red silk bunches under my palm as I push higher, finding the lace edge of her panties. They're soaked through. I can feel the heat before I even touch her properly.
"All those men, Faith." My fingers trace the edge of that drenched lace. "Dead because they dared to want what's mine."
Her legs part wider. Involuntary. Perfect.
"Tell me to stop." I slide one finger under the lace, finding her pussy dripping, swollen, ready. "Tell me you don't want this."
Instead of answering, she rocks her hips forward, seeking more contact. I give it to her: two fingers pushing inside without warning. Her pussy clenches immediately, so tight and hot I have to grit my teeth against the need to replace my fingers with my cock.
"The barista who made comments about your lips took three hours to understand his mistake." I curl my fingers forward, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk. "I made him beg, Faith. Made him apologize to your photo while he bled."
I establish a brutal rhythm, fucking her with my fingers while my thumb finds her clit. She's so wet the sounds are obscene, that slick slide of my fingers in her pussy echoing in the small room.
"The construction worker who whistled at you?" I add a third finger, stretching her, watching her mouth fall open atthe invasion. "Four hours. His hands will never touch another woman."
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, rippling with each thrust. She's close already. I can feel it in the way her walls flutter, the way her hips chase my hand desperately.
"Patterson who grabbed your wrist?" I increase the pressure on her clit, watching her climb toward orgasm. "Six hours in my basement. He screamed your name by the end, begged your forgiveness while I removed parts he'll never use again."
