Page 18 of Dirty Little Psycho (Sinners Welcome #4)

EIGHTEEN

KARLEY

I stand here with bated breath, waiting for him to acknowledge that he feels something for me. Draven and Carter may not have uttered the words aloud but they have shown me with their touch, how they react when I am around, or how they constantly have to touch me and keep me near them.

Vaughn, on the other hand, is always reserved, held back and brooding in the corner unless he’s sinking his cock in me.

It’s only then does he allow his mask to fall and give me a glimpse into the real him.

He may never utter the words or show me with his touch, but his eyes tell me everything his mouth can’t.

He feels something for me!

He reaches out and wraps his hand around my ponytail, tugging on the strands, drawing a hiss of pain from me. He leans down until the rough texture of his mask scrapes against my skin, sending desire pooling between my legs.

“Sinking my cock inside your dirty little cunt doesn’t mean I give a fuck about you.

” I gasp at his callous words. “Carter and Draven may pine after you but not me… you are a means to an end and some new toy we get to play with so we can pass the time quicker.” Tears prick the backs of my eyes but I blink them away, refusing to allow him to see how much his words affect me.

I push him back. If he didn’t want to move he wouldn’t have but he’s allowing me the space I need right now.

“Why can’t you just admit you like me?” I yell.

His answering chuckle has me clenching my fists at my sides as I try to tamper down my rage. “Why the fuck would I lie just to appease your self-worth?”

I throw my hands in the air, growing frustrated.

“It isn’t about my self-worth, Vaughn, it’s about the fact I’m falling in—” I clamp my mouth closed and turn my back to him, I can’t believe I nearly let those words slip free.

What the fuck would someone like me know about love anyway?

It’s not like I had a mother to show me how it feels to be loved.

My dad has always been about himself and his bank account.

The second I feel his heat at my back, I melt into him. His hands encase my waist, making me feel safe. I’ve never felt safe or protected in my life until I met these three. They make me feel wanted, cherished and cared for. Vaughn may be the last to admit his feelings but I know he cares about me.

When his grip on my waist turns punishing, I flinch. “Tonight is your last night, psycho.” His tone holds a cold edge to it but there is a hint of something else there that I can't put my finger on. I peer over my shoulder at him.

“Last night for what?” I ask quietly.

“To have us. I should have told them the truth, but when he offered me to have you to myself, I chose to remain silent.”

My eyes widen in surprise. “I get you… alone?”

“Do your worst, psycho,” he baits me.

“Put your hands on my body, Vaughn, and show me without words that you own me,” I throw back at him.

The animalistic growl that rumbles out of him brings a smile to my face.

“Show me how much you want my pussy,” I add as I spin around in his hold.

He grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me.

I wrap my arms and legs around him as he walks us toward the wooded area where they caught me that first night.

It feels like so long ago, how can it only have been weeks?

I may be a prisoner here, yet I have never felt so free.

None of the other inmates have bothered me.

When the doors open they know to stay out of my way or the guys will be there to punish them for touching what’s theirs.

I shiver at the thought of watching Draven beat the shit out of one guy.

He thought I was alone and had no idea the guys were hunting me.

The second he grabbed me, Draven appeared out of nowhere.

Draven beat him within an inch of his life, then made me suck him off next to the unconscious guy.

He wouldn’t allow me to swallow his release.

Instead, he blew his load all over the guy, marking him as their property.

Call me crazy but I lost my shit because their cum belongs to me and no one else.

That night, they all took their time with me and made sure I knew that they were mine.

Well, everyone except Vaughn.

I cry out in pain when he slams me against a tree. I glare down at him. “What the fuck?” I hiss.

“You have gotten too comfortable with thinking you call the shots. Tonight I’m going to remind you that we are the ones who are in control.

” I moan in anticipation. He draws his hips back then thrusts forward allowing me to feel his hard length pressed against my core.

He shifts so he can push his hand inside my sweats.

I reach for his mask, wanting to see his face but he shakes his head. “Tonight you get fucked by the devil.”

My train of thought is short circuited when he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit. I cry out. “Fuck,” I rasp out when he slides his fingers lower. I tense when I feel him tug on the string of my tampon. My eyes widen in shame, I forgot all about it! “We have to stop, I’m on my period.”

He scoffs. “You think a little blood is going to stop me from eating and fucking this cunt?”

My eyes widen. “What?”

“I’m interested to know where you got tampons from?”

“Carter.” He snorts and nods, then tugs on the string, pulling it out.

I balk when he holds it up between our faces.

I want to shrink and hide, never in my life did I ever think a guy would not be bothered by the fact I’m on my period and still want me.

Most guys would turn and tuck tail, but not this guy.

Vaughn tosses it over his shoulder, lowers me to my feet, then he drops to his knees before me and tugs my pants down.

I kick them to the side and wait to see what he does next.

“Throw your leg over my shoulder and show me that bloody cunt.” I suck in a sharp inhale at his crass words, but do as he says.

“That’s a sight I love to see. I can’t wait to have your blood all over my face and cock.

” I open my mouth to… I don’t know what the fuck I was going to say but the words die on my tongue when he pushes his mask up onto the top of his head, then sinks his tongue into my tight hole, forcing a scream out of me.

“Holy shit,” I cry out when he grips the globes of my ass and pulls me in closer.

My body moves of its own accord, I begin grinding against his face, chasing my release.

The fact he has no reservations about eating me out right now has need riding me so hard.

I reach down and grip the sides of his face and hold him in place as I use his tongue for my own pleasure.

“Give it to me,” he demands, then sucks on my clit as he buries two fingers inside me.

My orgasm crashes into me without warning.

I scream loud, and I swear I have scared all the wildlife away.

Vaughn doesn’t bring me down from my high, he withdraws his fingers, then climbs to his feet and stares down at me.

The sight of my blood on his chin has my jaw falling open.

The bastard smirks as he brings his blood covered fingers to my face and says, “Clean them.”