Page 142 of Prettiest Psycho


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Ilongto stride over to her, rip that shitty little toy from her hand and lob it off the fucking roof.

So. Fucking. Tempting.

“Actually I do mind. This ismyspace,” I inform her.

“I was here first.”

“Then you can be the first to leave,” I insist with a huff. She’s really trying my patience, but fuck if her glistening cunt splayed wide open for me to admire isn’t the most enticing distraction for my anger.

“I’m not going anywhere for at least another orgasm.”

“Another? How long have you been up here?”

“I’m not keeping track. Do you mind? A girl needs a little privacy.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” I cross my arms over my chest, stubbornness settling in. “Come in front of me or don’t come, I don’t care. But I’m not leaving.”

She bares her teeth at me and growls, and I fucking love it, even though I hate her. She would be a wildcat in bed. I could tell from the way she made it so hard to drown her, and I can still see it now.

She’s got fire.

“What does that do anyway?” I ask, hoping to distract her and throw her off her game. There’s nothing worse than the feeling of blue balls, and I want to give her the female equivalent. I briefly wonder if it takes batteries, and if it does, I plan to steal them. “Doesn’t look like any dildo I’ve ever seen before.”

“Familiar with them, are you?” She smirks. I take a step closer and she immediately pulls it out from between her legs and holds up a hand to halt me. “Stop right there.”

“What?” I growl, frustrated. It’s like being taken to a sweet shop tojust look. I’m not good with being toldno.

“Don’t come any closer. It’s one thing if you’re going to refuse to leave, but quite another to be so damn close to me. Don’t you dare ruin this orgasm for me. And don’t eventhinkabout touching me!” she snaps, her eyes flashing with wicked defiance.

I bare my teeth at her and snarl. “How would I ruin it? Throw that shitty bit of plastic away and come enjoy the real thing.” I grab my dick and give it a squeeze, knowing that as much as I hate to want her, I’d hate to not have her even more. The need to have her properly, to…make up for before, burns hot in my veins.

She chuffs a laugh and ignores my instruction. “Please, spare me.” Her gaze falls from mine, effectively dismissing me, and my anger swells.

I rip off my belt and snap it through the air, satisfied when the loud crack makes her jolt and turn her attention back onto me.

This won’t do. This won’t do at all.

Stalking towards her with a predatory stride, she futilely attempts to stop my advance.

“Snow! Stop. I saidfuckingstop!”

When I ignore her, she launches her fucking dildo at me – right at my face – but with the reflexes of a big cat, I catch it before it can smack me. The laughter dies on her lips.

Her essence floods my senses, and holding her angry gaze, I bring the still buzzing toy to my lips and slowly clean every inch of it with my tongue. Her intoxicating flavour explodes on my tastebuds, hotlining straight to my dick, and I know I’ll never be satisfied until I drink her sweet ambrosia right from the source.

Her pupils dilate and her breathing stutters.

Toy and belt still in hand, I close the distance between us.

“Hold this,” I instruct, thrusting the now clean vibrator back into her hands. As she reaches out to take it, I pounce, wrapping my belt around her wrists and pulling it tight.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She snarls at me. “Don’t touch me.”

But that’s not what her eyes say. Her eyes are begging me to touch her, to taste her, to have her. She looks starved for my touch.

“I didn’t. And I don’t intend to,” I smirk, stealing the toy back.

“I swear to god, Snow. You better not fucking touch me. If you do, I’ll castrate you in your sleep!”

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