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PSYCHO

Three Months Later…

I sit behind my desk as the frustration builds, not only behind my eyes, but in my pants. Hadley has tortured me for days, by brushing up against me with her ass, as she pretends like there isn’t enough room to get by me. When I kiss her, she sucks on my tongue like she did my cock, and every fucking day it’s all I can do to control myself. Now, I turn on my camera system to check on her, she knows damn well they’re there, and she lies on my bed in a black lacy negligee, with her hand between her legs. She tosses her head back, stares right at the goddamn camera, and moans loudly.

“Massimo.”

Rising from my chair, I storm to the bedroom, open the door and slam it behind me. She freezes, with her hand covering her pretty pussy, eyes wide with what I’m guessing is mock surprise.

“Are you trying to kill me, little lamb?”

“No,” she says in a breathy voice.

I move over to her, rip her hand from her pussy, and press her fingers to my nose, inhaling deeply.

“Fuck.”

My eyes trail the length of her barely covered body, as I fist the back of my shirt, pulling it over my head. Her tits rise and fall with heavy breaths, as she watches me, waiting to see what I am going to do.

“Everything, Hadley. That’s what I’m going to do to you. Fucking everything.”

Removing my pants and my boxers, I take my cock into my hand and stroke it slowly, as she watches me with rapt attention, while licking her lips. I climb over her and she speaks seductively.

“Fuck me, Massimo.”

I shake my head at her.

“Oh no, little lamb. You have tormented me for days, so now it’s your turn. I will take my time having you. By the time I sink inside your pussy, you’ll be begging for my cock.”

Thrusting her hips up, pushing her pussy against my cock, she moans my name again, knowing damn well what she’s doing to me. Ripping apart her lingerie, I brush my thumb over her nipple piercings, one and then the other.

I run my hands between her tits, dragging my fingers down the center of her chest.

“When you were twelve years old, I told you I would one day own you, and now I do. My pretty little lamb, only I dictate when you will come. Or if.”

She digs her fingers into the mattress, as I run mine from her throat to her collarbone, and slowly to her shoulder.

I replace my fingers with my mouth and tongue, and a whimper escapes from her throat, that turns into a yelp when I bite the side of her tit, before it morphs back into a whimper, when I lick where I bit.

“Maybe, next time, you’ll tell me what you need, instead of torturing both of us.”

Moving down her body, I swipe my tongue over one nipple and then the other, before slowly trailing kisses down her abdomen. The marks are still there, although much lighter than they were, but still serve as a reminder of what happened. I’m fighting to ignore the need to shove my cock inside her, and replace the last one that was there. The only reason I’m not doing it is because it wasn’t her choice. I will not punish her for something she has not chosen.

Pushing her legs back, unable to control myself, I push my face to her pussy and inhale.

Fuck.

I would happily drown in her if I could. Her scent is all her, and I allow it to invade my senses, and take over, as I will it to my memory. The fear that something could happen to take her from me is visceral, and always present.

“I’m sorry. Please, I need your cock inside me.”

Glancing up at her, I arch a brow, before my lips turn up into a smirk.

“If you need me to fuck you so badly, you better behave, and drench my face, baby.”

Sliding my tongue up her center, from opening to clit, she grabs onto my hair and bucks, her hips already trying to ride my face. So goddamn needy and perfect. I bite down on her clit, and she tightens her grip on my hair, as she swears at me until I lick, taking away the sting. Running my tongue back down her center, I push it inside her pussy, and her hands move to my shoulders, digging into my skin as she sits up slightly, watching me.

“Please, Massimo,” she sobs, snapping my eyes to hers, as I realize she’s crying.

“Why are you crying, baby?”

Hadley squeezes her eyes shut tight, and I allow it, because I just want to fucking know what the hell is going on.

“Until you’re inside me, he’s the last man that fucked me. I need it in the past, Massimo. I’m sorry for playing with you, but I thought it would speed it up, not prolong it. Please. I’m begging you to replace the memory with a new one.”

I get onto the bed, and sit with my back against the headboard.

“Come here, and sit on my cock.”

Hadley crawls up the bed toward me, looking sexy as fuck, and causing my cock to weep more for her. She straddles my thighs, and I hold my cock for her, as she sinks down on it, both of us gasping when she’s seated fully.

I take her face in my hands, pull her head close to mine, and kiss her, as I wrap my arms around her back, holding her close to me, while she moves up and down on my length. My tongue slides against hers, and she gives back as good as she gets, like she’s fighting me for dominance.

When our mouths separate, the drunk gaze in her eyes is fucking beautiful, as she lays her head on my shoulder, her breath on my neck as she gasps, “Massimo, I love you.”

‘I know’ is not an appropriate response, so I say nothing, and pretend I didn’t hear her.

She glides up and down my cock effortlessly, until her pussy squeezes me like a vise, her orgasm shattering her, while mine is stolen from me before I have a chance to hold back, so I can fuck her longer. I fill her completely, and she moans as I spasm inside her.

“Thank you,” she whispers against my neck.