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PSYCHO

Black and white, black and white, I chant in my head like a goddamn crazy person. It’s time for drastic measures, because my head is becoming entirely too fucked up. I need her gone. I need her to disappear, not only from my home, but my life. This entire thing has gotten way off track.

I’m sitting in a lounge chair instead of getting into the water, because every time she’s within touching distance, I cannot stop myself. It’s not just fucking her, if it were, this would be much easier. It’s fucking everything. The softness of her skin, the way her fingers feel as they drag down my chest, the goddamn way she places her hand on my face, and stares at me like I’m not the bad guy I know I am. Her eyes tell me she sees a man that does not exist.

“Massimo,” she coos, in a sweet voice dripping with honey.

I lift my chin in a ‘what’ action, and her smile fucking steals my breath.

It’s time to set things in motion, because I don’t know if she’s doing this intentionally, but I need to get back to life as I know it.

“I’m lonely. Will you please come in the pool?”

She stands in the shallow end, with the water just under her belly button. Her hair is wet, and hanging below the bathing suit top, and that fucking red bikini, her pebbled nipples pressing against the fabric, calling to me like a goddamn siren. Begging for me. I should tell her no, and stay the fuck away from her gorgeous body, but I’m an idiot, so that’s not what I’m going to do.

Rising from my chair, I make my way to the pool and step into the water. Anastasia’s eyes follow my every movement, only making my cock harder. Then I walk over to her, and my equilibrium is knocked out of the fucking atmosphere. She all but jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and arms around my neck, while she smiles at me and whispers a sweet ‘thank you’.

My brother, Reaper, would tell me to kill her, get it done with, but things aren’t that simple, because I don’t think I can. The thought of being the one to end her life, causes physical pain in my chest. I know she has to die, and I knew it when I made the ‘thirty day’ deal. There was never a moment when I believed the words I spoke to her. Letting her go was never an option.

Black and white, I think to myself, as she presses her lips to my neck. Soft kisses graze my skin, causing a groan to erupt from me.

This needs to end. I have let this go on far too long already. She can’t keep fucking with my head if she’s not here. This is the first time in my life I’ve felt so out of control. I’ve never struggled to end a life. It’s as easy as breathing for me. Except now.

Then it occurs to me that she can die the way she was supposed to, and I don’t have to lift a finger. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, but this is the solution. Let somebody else handle her, since I can’t bring myself to do it.

Anastasia gently brushes her lips over my beard, her soft breath on my skin feeling like a heaven I don’t deserve, before she kisses me on the lips softly. Digging her fingers into my back, she pulls my bottom lip into her mouth, and sucks gently.

“Massimo,” she breathes, as she releases my lip.

Fuck.

Her eyes bore into mine, and I swallow hard. I have no right to have her, with what my plans are. Not having a right doesn’t change the fact that I will take what I want, and right now, I want her. My need for her is out of fucking control, and so I do what I shouldn’t even want.

I take her lips.

I slide my hand inside her bathing suit.

I stroke her soaked slit.

Then I take her confession I don’t deserve, as I yank my shorts down, pull her bottoms to the side, and sink into her.

“Massimo,” she says, sounding breathy, and desperate for more.

“I’m falling in love with you,” she cries out as I slam into her, burying my cock to the hilt. Her words nearly cause my brain to explode.

This was not part of the plan.

I go back to chanting in my head. It’s entirely possible that she was right before; I might be insane.

Black and white. Black and white. This changes nothing.

Winding my fist in her hair, I pull her head back, and run my tongue from the base of her neck to her chin, eliciting a sweet little moan from her.

Laying her down on the pool deck, I hook my thumbs into the sides of her bottoms, and drag them down her legs, revealing her pretty pussy, pink and perfect, with my jewelry at the top. I move closer to her, push her thighs back, and lean down to inhale my favorite scent, knowing soon, I’ll never have this again. I know there’s no chance of survival, and yet, I’ll do it anyway. While I won’t be the one to end her life, I will be responsible.

No. That’s wrong. Black and white. She came after my family, not the other way around. Anastasia is responsible for her own demise.

“Please,” she moans desperately, snapping me out of my own thoughts.

“What do you want? Tell me what you need, little lamb,” I ask gruffly.

“Your tongue,” she nearly begs, her eyes blown wide with lust, and her legs trembling slightly with anticipation.

Making a V with my fingers, I spread her pussy wide open, and admire how wet she’s getting, from only my gaze, and spit on her clit.

“Ask me to make you come.”

She reaches behind me, grabs my hair with a tight grip, and attempts to move my face to her pussy, but I don’t move. I growl.

“Fucking ask me like a good girl, or you’re not getting it.”

She groans in frustration, but when she does as she’s told, it’s fucking beautiful.

“Please, Massimo, please make me come.”

“Fuck, little lamb, you make me want things I cannot have,” I admit. She opens her mouth to question the words I shouldn’t have said out loud, but I silence her, with a swipe of my tongue across her clit.

Circling my tongue around her swollen nub has her legs shaking. Fuck, she’s perfect, except for that one, not so minor, detail, but I put that out of my mind.

I push two fingers inside her, as I pull her clit between my lips, sucking hard, while she mewls on the patio with desperate need. Anastasia is close, I feel it in her pussy, and see it on her gorgeous face, but it’s not until I bite down on her clit that she erupts, screaming my name.

Pretty little pain slut.

I had my suspicions that she got off on me hurting her. It wasn’t how I planned things, but I can’t honestly say I don’t like it. I’m slightly disappointed that it’s going to take another man to break her, because it wasn’t supposed to be this way, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

Wrapping my arms around her, I carry her up to her room. I can’t take any more at this moment. As much as I’d like to fuck her, I can’t.

Laying her down in her bed, she yawns, and, with heavy eyes, darts her gaze away from me.

“I have to tell you who I really am, Massimo.”

I stare at her, with confusion wracking my brain, but I don’t get more than that, because she crashes, like she hasn’t slept in days.