Page 102 of Prettiest Psycho


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I flick open the small metal tin then turn it around and lower it to show her what’s inside. A half a dozen butterfly needles and a selection of pins and other sharp items lie within, wrapped in sterilised packaging.

“Are they clean?”

“Sterilised.”

“New?”

“Never used.”

“Why do you have them on you?”

“Because I’ve been waiting to use them on you. Since the moment I watched Hatchet pierce these delectable nipples and that delicious fucking clit, and I watched how your body responded to it, I knew you’d love this as much as I do.”

She doesn’t respond to that, instead asking, “Will I bleed?”

“You can. You don’t have to though. Would you want to?”

She rolls her lip between her teeth, considering. “I….think so.”

I groan and my dick swells inside her, making her gasp and shudder.

“And it’s sexual?”

“For me, yes.”

“So stabbing gets you off?”

“Among other things, yes. But the reason why I prefer needles and sharps to knives is because there’s a delicate art form to it. Any thug can thrust a blade and make someone bleed. But I can make you come with the prick of a needle…. What do you say?”

She clenches her jaw before huffing out, “You’re actually giving me a choice this time? I seem to recall you conveniently forgetting to ask for consent last time.”

I grin in delight at her ire. “I seem to recall that you fucking loved it, and never asked me to stop. But, yes, for this I’m willing to give you a choice.”

She sucks her teeth then sighs. “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay, I’ll try it,” she clarifies with exasperation. Her tone and the way she flicks her eyes heavenwards make me want to strangle her.

“Excellent,” I grind out. “Pleasure or pain?”

“They’re one and the same to me,” she says with a shrug.

Why does this infuriating woman have to be so fucking perfect for me? Why do my balls ache to empty inside of her and my blood boil with the compulsion to make her mine, permanently and irrevocably, until she’s perpetually swollen with my offspring?

“Trust me?” I ask, opening the sterile wrapping and taking out one thin, glimmering needle. It’s so fine, it almost disappears in my fingers, unless I move it so it catches the light.

“Never,” she bites back.

Her attitude makes me smile. We’ll see if she’s still full of scorn and sass when she’s begging to be allowed to come on my cock once I’ve turned her into a human pincushion.

Still seated deeply inside her, I take the needle and carefully thread it through the skin of her areola, right above her beautifully pierced nipple. My dick throbs and she rolls her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I didn’t feel anything,” she whispers, sounding somewhere between awe-struck and disappointed.

“We’ll get to that,” I assure her softly, taking a second needle and repeating the action on her other breast. The symmetry is breathtaking and when I reverently kiss her nipples, Kayla whimpers.

“D-don’t stop,” she begs when I pull away. “Please, Bones.”

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