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PSYCHO

Why is the thought of her blood mingling with his bothering me? I don’t fucking know. It shouldn’t matter. Anastasia is going to die anyway. Yet, the second it enters my brain, I know I have to rectify it. I need his blood gone from her, in a nearly obsessive way.

I pull her by her arm to the bathroom.

“Clothes off.”

After turning on the water, I spot her questioning expression, as she slowly removes her shirt.

“You have his blood all over you. Do you want to risk a fatal blood infection? He was a goddamn addict. Who knows what he could have? I know he injected heroin more than once.”

Her giggle catches me off guard, the sound more fucking pleasurable to my ears than it should be. It’s not just the sound though, her eyes light up with something I can’t decide if I like.

“You’re planning to kill me, Psycho. Now you’re suddenly worried about my well-being?”

Shaking my head, I dismiss the thought that I’m at all concerned about her health, because she’s right. I’ll end up killing her, so it shouldn’t matter.

“We will likely be in a situation where our blood mixes. It’s not about you, little lamb. It’s me I’m worried about. It’s not about your safety, but mine.”

“Asshole,” she mutters under her breath, as she drops her pants to the floor. While I know I should be annoyed by her attitude, I’m not. I like this feisty behavior, although it surprises me. It makes me think a struggle is coming, and call me fucked up, but I love the idea of that.

The fight. Whimpers of both pleasure and pain. Fingernails scratching at my skin. That’s right, little lamb, give me everything I want.

I get undressed as she gets into the shower. Once I’m naked, I get in behind her, and chuckle at the scowl she gives me, over her shoulder.

“I don’t want you in here with me.”

Too fucking bad. My clothes were bloody from her touching them, although I’m not, but I want to touch her naked body again.

Trailing my palm over her ass, my eyes take in the way her back arches, telling me how conflicted she is. She doesn’t want to like my touch, but she does. I move my hand behind her, pushing two fingers inside her, and the breathy moan that escapes her lips is telling.

“You don’t want me in here, little lamb? Or-”

Curving my fingers inside her, I groan when her pussy squeezes my digits.

“Do you just want me in here?”

“No,” she whimpers, as the water falls down her back. Her dark hair is wet, so is her pussy she wants to insist doesn’t like my fingers fucking her. Dirty fucking liar.

I reach my free hand around her waist, and pull her up against me, my cock pressed against her ass, while I move my fingers in and out of her wet heat.

“Lean forward, hands on the wall.”

Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I spread her ass cheeks, and watch the water fall along her crack, enticing me.

“Fucking beautiful temptation. Do you know what I think, little lamb?”

Leaning my face into her neck, I bite into her flesh, as I push my fingers back inside her.

“I think you like being my pretty little whore. Don’t you?”

Her answering whine, as her pussy clenches down on my fingers, says a lot more than she likely wants to.

When I know she’s close to an orgasm, I pull my fingers from her, and ignore her annoyed glare as she spins toward me.

“You come when I decide, and not before. Get the soap and wash the blood off.”

Her soapy hands rub down her neck to her perky tits, and my eyes follow every movement, as blood falls, along with water, from her body, and down the drain. I grip my cock in my hand and squeeze, trying to relieve the pressure, as she flashes me her pissed off scowl again.

“If you’re going to get your rocks off by watching me, can I at least wash my face?”

With a nod, I allow it, because I can always come all over her face again, and probably will.