Page 19 of Dirty Little Psycho (Sinners Welcome #4)

NINETEEN

VAUGHN

I wait for her to refuse me. I want her to so I can punish the bitch. When she leans forward and wraps her lips around my fingers, and licks them clean while whimpering, I nearly come in my fucking pants. This girl isn’t like any woman I have known before.

She releases my fingers with a wet pop and to make sure she has proven her point, she presses onto her tiptoes and licks the underside of my chin, cleaning it of her blood.

“I love the taste of me on your skin,” she purrs. I snarl in response, then shove her back against the tree. The bitch just smiles and wags her brows, taunting me to take whatever the fuck I want.

“Get my cock out,” I bark. She obeys without complaint.

When she wraps her dainty hand around me, I hiss.

Before I can enjoy it too much, I bat her hand away and spin her around so her cheek is pressed against the bark of the tree and slap her ass twice.

She yelps but doesn’t shift from her spot.

I step back and grip her hips, forcing her to bend.

I give no warning as I plunge my cock inside her.

She cries out and the sound of her pleasure mixed with the sting of pain has me shuddering.

“Vaughn,” she pants as I draw back, only to thrust inside her once more.

“Scream my fucking name so every cunt knows this is my fucking pussy, psycho.” Her cunt clamps down on my dick, trying to milk me of everything I have to give.

“Tell me you’re mine, Vaughn,” she begs as I slam in and out of her, my grip on her hips turning bruising. I fuck her hard and deep, needing this release to curb some of the anger inside me.

She means nothing to you! Don’t let her poison your mind.

I repeat that shit over and over again in my head—the more I say it, it will become true. I just need to fuck her out of my system.

“I’m gonna come!” she screams. I increase the speed of my thrusts, making sure she can feel every single inch of my cock as I force the orgasm from her, I need to feel her squirt all over my dick.

Every night the guys and I make it our mission to see who can make her squirt the hardest and longest. Tonight, I will be the victor and I will be the only one to feel her come on my cock, and that shit has me ready to fucking explode.

“Vaughn!” she screams my name loud enough for everyone inside to hear who she fucking belongs to.

I pull out of her, then force her to her knees and shove my cock in her mouth.

She gags around my girth but I give zero fucks, my care factor meter is nowhere to be fucking seen as I chase this release.

It isn’t a want, it’s a fucking need . She grips the globes of my ass and pulls me deeper into her mouth and when she swirls her tongue around the underside of my dick, I fucking erupt.

I throw my head back and roar my release, spilling every fucking drop of cum down her sinful throat.

Shockwaves pulse through me. I wait for her to release me from the confines of her hot, wet mouth but she doesn't. Instead she kneels before me with her eyes locked on mine and licks my dick clean. I shiver at the sight of her looking like a goddess. She has smears of blood on her cheeks and chin but it doesn’t seem to bother her, and that sight alone has me wanting to fuck her again so I can use her own blood as lube as I fuck her ass.

I spend the next couple of hours fucking her in the woods.

I’ve come in her ass, cunt, down her throat and all over her body.

We’re both fucking filthy and look like a murder scene, but I have never felt so sated and…

at ease. I roll off and flop to my back on the ground, the only sounds that can be heard are our ragged breaths.

“I don’t think I can move,” she admits.

I chuckle and loll my head to the side. She’s looking right at me with a sleepy smile. The look on her face has something inside me constricting. I turn away from her, unable to handle the emotions that one look is stirring inside me.

“I gotta go,” I grit out. I move to sit up but she grips my arm, forcing me to remain where I am, but I still can’t look at her.

“Don’t shut me out, please.”

I tear my arm free of her hold and stand. I look around for my clothes, only to find her clutching my shirt and pants. I reach down to snatch them from her but she won’t let them go.

“Unless you want me to fuck you until you pass out, let go.”

She narrows her eyes. “If that’s what it takes for you to stop shutting me out, then fine.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say, Karley?” I don’t give her a chance to answer. “I never lied to you. I told you from the first time we met that you would be used and you have been.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been willing and all too happy to be a part of your nightly fucking?—”

“I’ve been videoing us fucking you and sending it to your father.” Her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and her jaw slackens at my revelation. “Still want me to stand here and admit my feelings?” I taunt.

Tears fill her eyes as she stares up at me. She releases my pants but pulls my shirt over her head to shield her nakedness from me. I give her a second to mull over my words as I pull my pants on.

“You’re lying,” she whispers, the hint of hope in her tone only serves to make me angrier.

“No.”

The tears begin to run down her cheeks. “I don’t believe you,” she chokes out as she wraps her arms around her waist, as if she is trying to hold herself together but her eyes drop to the tattoo across my chest.

“You’re smart enough to know the reason I have Slade tattooed.”

She swallows audibly. “Your last name is Slade, isn’t it?” It’s posed as a question but she already knows the answer.

“Robert and I opened Slade Le Roux together, and for two years everything was great. We were doing well. But then I found out your father was just pocketing the checks from the state every month and never putting anything back into this place or toward the care for the patients. When I confronted that motherfucker, he had me admitted! I have been stuck in here for years because of that selfish cunt.” Tears cascade down her cheeks but I’m not done, now that I’ve started I can’t stop.

“I want my fucking freedom and for your father to pay for what he’s done. ”

“That’s why you hate me,” she whispers brokenly.

“You knew my stance on this shit?—”

“I didn’t expect to fall for the three of you!” she screams. “Jokes on me though, huh?” She doesn’t allow me to answer. “While I was falling in love with the devils, you were all exploiting me.”

“I told?—”

“Shut up!” Sobs tear out of her and for the first time I actually feel guilty for what I’ve done to her. “If you had just asked me and explained what had happened, I would have helped you. I would have made sure the three of you were given your freedom.”

“How the fuck were you going to do that?” I snap.

“Have you ever asked yourself why I haven’t tried to escape or begged any of the nurses for help when they do their piss poor checks every other day?”

My brows bunch as I stare at her. “What?”

She drops her arms back to her sides, her face blank of all emotion and I tense at the hardened look in her eyes.

“I hate my father as much as you do! Being here was the first time I have been able to be free of the burden of my last name and not fucking paraded around at galas like a prized fucking cow.” She’s yelling now and her tears are no longer from heartache but from pent up rage.

“I had no idea what the fuck my father was doing here. I didn’t even know about this place or how it was being run, yet you still chose to put the blame on me and make me the monster in your story.

Newsflash, asshole, I have been a victim to his cruelty my whole fucking life.

If you had just told me the truth and trusted in me to be better than my father, I would have helped you. ”

I stand here and watch her walk away from me as my chest starts to constrict and I feel the wind has been knocked out of me.

I’ve been fighting my feelings for weeks, only for them to finally surface but now, it’s too late, the damage is done and her father is coming for her tomorrow.