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PSYCHO

After taking a shower myself, I turn on my monitor to observe my little lamb. I watch as she gets dressed in fluffy pink pants, and my fingers itch to touch them, and drag them down her legs. I grip my cock hard as she slips into bed. Her expression is pained as she closes her eyes, but it’s her voice that makes me take notice.

“Goodnight, Michael,” she says, in a voice drenched with anguish.

Humans are curious by nature, which is the only reason I wonder who Michael is, and why she sounded so damn sad. I don’t really give a fuck about her feelings. As I reminded her a little while ago, she did this. Had she stayed out of our family business, she wouldn’t be here. I don’t kidnap random fucking women. Had she not started asking questions about the Bonetti Brothers, she’d still be safe in her own bed. We own the majority of the city. There is nowhere she could’ve safely asked questions about us, and it not gotten back to me. Showing up at my brother’s house? Dangerous game. Not just dangerous, but fucking stupid.

Deep down, I’m a nice guy, so I let her sleep for an hour, before I get up and grab my knife. I chuckle to myself, okay, maybe not really nice, but I have my moments of decency. I walk to her bedroom and open the door quietly. Stepping over to the bed, I grip my knife, while the desire to cut her surges through me, like a wildfire out of control.

I give myself a minute, and allow my eyes to take her in as I drag the comforter off her, tossing it to the floor. So beautiful. Her long dark hair is splayed across the pillow. Her chest moves with heavy breaths, as her eyelashes flutter subtly. I pull her shirt up over her tits, and smile at the mark I’ve already left. I’ve never seen a pair I didn’t like, but hers are perfect, a ‘C’ cup, so big and perky. They pebble under my gaze, like they know I’m here. I need to call my jeweler again and get her nipple jewelry rushed, so I can get that done. I run the blade of my knife over her nipple and stifle a groan. She’ll look exquisite with two knives in her rosy nipples, matching the one in her hood.

Climbing on the bed, I straddle her thighs without putting my weight on her. The thought of tying her up did occur to me, but I’m hoping for a fight, which restraining her would prevent. Leaning over Anastasia, I cut the side of her breast, just enough to make her bleed. I train my eyes on her face as I swipe my tongue up her skin, tasting her sweet blood, as her eyes pop open and a loud gasp leaves her lips.

Exquisite.

Her eyes widen with delicious fear, as they dart back and forth, as if she’s trying to make sense of her current predicament. Her tits rise and fall with her panicked breaths, and her bottom lip quivers, as she speaks quietly, almost like she’s at her breaking point.

Fuck, I hope so.

“I’ve done everything you’ve wanted me to. I don’t deserve to die, Massimo.”

She digs her nails into the sheets, her body trembling like a leaf, and I can see the fight to remain brave, and not crumble in front of me. Cutting her stunning skin does not mean I came in here to kill her.

“I’m not here to kill you, little lamb. Not yet anyway. I want to play with my pretty little fuck doll.”

She whimpers sweetly, as I move down her body and slice her stomach, just above her belly button.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Her voice sounds devastated, but when I look up at her face, there are no tears. Just a look of fury, mixed with alarm, and a side of lust, which makes my cock weep for her.

“Your skin is beautiful, little lamb. The perfect fair shade, that only looks more appealing when it drips for me. The contrast of the dark red color against your light skin does things to me. You taste like heaven. I can’t wait to find out if your pussy tastes as good as your blood.”

Moving further down the bed, I forcefully spread her legs, press my face to her pussy, and inhale her scent. Jesus, she smells good.

“Since you like playing games, we’re going to have a little fun, counselor. If you’re a good girl, I will reward you. If you’re a bad girl, I’ll fuck you with the blade of my knife.”

She releases another gasp, and I swear I can almost hear her heart pounding in her chest.

“You wouldn’t,” she says, in a voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckle softly against her skin. “You still doubt me, little lamb? I promise you, I will. You would look so stunning, lying here stiff as a board. Afraid to move, because you might get shredded by my knife. You’d still get wet for me, you’d still come, even if you don’t want to. The struggle to stay still would be difficult, and you’d lose your battle. I already know you’d fuck my knife back, unable to stop yourself, all the while knowing the consequences.”

I run the blade cautiously over her clit, eliciting a whimper from her as the blade hits the piercing, and she instinctively attempts to shut her thighs.

“Oh, bad idea, little lamb. That’s going to get you cut, unless that’s what you’re after. Do you like bleeding for me, Anastasia?”

“No,” is the word that comes from her lips, but her drenched pussy tells an entirely different story.

I swipe my tongue up her slit, tasting her, while I press my knife to the inside of her thigh. She raises her hips, wanting more of my tongue, and cuts herself on the blade. I quickly slide my tongue along her skin, collecting her blood, before going back to her sweet cunt. The flavor is almost too much to take. I push the handle of my knife inside her, and she moans loudly. I move it inside her, and the sound she makes nearly causes me to release all over the damn bed.

“Look at you, little lamb. This pussy is ravenous, swallowing the handle of my knife, so desperate to be filled.”

“More,” she whimpers pathetically, and it pisses me off. She is not supposed to want this. This is no longer a goddamn punishment. I’m going to need to escalate things.

I pull the knife from her pussy and stare at her eyes, blown wide with pure lust, as I lick the handle of my knife clean. Climbing over her, I say, “Your secret is out, little lamb. This isn’t working anymore. I’m going to have to reassess things. Find a way to break you. Torture you. Punish you.”

I slam inside her, and she gasps my name.

“Massimo.”

It makes me irrationally angry. Is she delusional? Thinking this is something other than what it is? Nothing has changed for me. I press my knife to her neck, not cutting her, but making sure she feels the metal threatening to slice her flesh.

“My name is Psycho. To you, it will always be Psycho. Do not get confused, and think this is something other than you trying to live through thirty days. I feel nothing for you. I will feel nothing for you. I’m fucking you out of convenience. Tomorrow, I have shit to deal with, and I’ll be inside another pussy, before I even get home.”

She turns her head away from me, causing me to nick her skin, and bites, “Just shut up and fuck me.”