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PSYCHO

She takes off running, and I give her a head start, not because I planned to, but I can’t stop watching her ass as she sprints, trying to find a way off the property. There isn’t one. The front gate is the only exit. I know she thinks she found our weapons warehouse. And it is, in a way, but not really. It’s where we keep ammo, which is why it’s guarded around the clock. Bullets in the wrong hands can be dangerous, kids. She was never going to find shipments of weapons being delivered. Those are underground. Silly little lamb.

I walk casually, whistling, as I look for her. Walking through the trees, following the route she took, I taunt her.

“One, two, Psycho’s coming for you.”

She makes the sweetest little yip I’ve ever heard. Anastasia keeps running, trying to find her way out of my trap.

“Three, four, your blood will coat my floor.”

I watch as she squats down behind a large crate of our supplies.

“Five, six, you’ll beg to live.”

Her breathing is heavy. I know she’s probably trying like hell to control it, and not give away her location, but she can’t. The panic is too severe.

“Seven, eight, it’s too late.”

I chuckle darkly as I reach her, lowering my head as she raises hers, and meets my gaze, fucking trembling like such a good girl.

“Nine, ten, scream for me again.”

Her eyes are wide with terror, but she doesn’t cry.

Fucking unfortunate, because I want her tears. I stare at her stunning face, taking in her gorgeous features. From her dark hair, hazel eyes, hips that beg to be held onto with a bruising grip, back to her trembling bottom lip. Gorgeous.

“Stand.”

She does, and I grin at her.

“This is your final chance. Fucking run. I promise you, you don’t want me to catch you, little lamb.”

Anastasia takes off again, this time right smack into my security detail. Reggie goes to grab her, but I give him a look, and he raises his hands in the air.

“Vanish. All of you, inside the warehouse.”

He moves quickly, and does as he’s told. It wasn’t much of a choice, because they know the consequences of not following orders.

She runs past where Reggie was, and again I watch her sweet little ass run, with nowhere to fucking go. Anastasia may as well be on a goddamn treadmill. Still, she’s fun to watch. The kill will be beautiful, but it’s the hunt that’s truly exquisite. The way my little lamb tries so hard to save her life. I run to her and push her, so that she falls onto the earth with a thud, facedown, followed by a scream. Climbing over her, I pin her in place, as she tries to fight me off. It’s futile. She never had a chance of winning this fight. Placing my nose against her neck, I inhale the sweetest scent of pomegranate and, is that mango?

“Fuck,” I growl, because she smells fucking delicious. Goddamn edible.

When I decided to take her and kill her, I never planned to fuck her, but now it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Anastasia bucks her hips, trying to fight me off, and I chuckle against the sweet skin just below her ear.

“I know you’re trying to get me off, little lamb, and I promise, you will… get me off.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she says. I don’t know if she’s trying to sound strong, but she doesn’t. Instead, her shaky breath only makes me want to be inside her, with a desire I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever.

Reaching under her, I force my arm around her belly, and unbutton her pants, while she continues to struggle beneath me.

“Do you feel how hard you’re making me, little lamb?”

She whimpers underneath the weight of my body, still trying unsuccessfully to wiggle free, but I give her an ‘A’ for effort.

“Please don’t.”

The sound of her cries, her helpless wriggling, and the panic in her shaky voice, makes me feral. I growl, “Fuck. Already the begging begins.”

Without moving off her, I pull the gun from her hip, and press the barrel against her temple, before sliding it down the side of her face.

“Oh, little lamb, don’t you know how dangerous firearms are? How ironic that you brought it for protection, and yet I could kill you with it right now. Shhh, don’t worry, counselor. I promise you a better ending than that.”

Grinding my hard length against her ass, I chuckle in her ear.

“Fucking with the Bonetti Brothers is a dangerous game to play. You’re about to find out the consequences of your stupid fucking choices.”

Yanking her pants down, I grow harder by the second, with every one of her breathy pleas. Once I have her bare ass in front of me, I unzip my pants, and pull my cock out.

“No. I said no!”

With a growl, I say, “And I said yes. As your owner, that’s all that matters. Now be a good girl, and come all over my cock.”

“I don’t come for rapists,” she bites, causing me to laugh again.

I bury myself inside her with one single thrust, and groan louder than I mean to.

“Fuck, little lamb. Such a tight pussy.”

Anastasia has nowhere to go. I fuck her like she’s my enemy, with punishing thrusts, so hard it likely knocks the wind out of her. Gripping the back of her neck, I squeeze hard, as I bottom out inside her pussy repeatedly. Every time I pull my hips back and slide back inside her, she whimpers for me, and then, as if talking to herself, says, “What the fuck?”

It’s cute she thought she could prevent herself from coming.

She digs her fingers into the earth, as she moans against the ground. Moving back onto my knees, I grab her hips firmly, and she tries to move away from me, but I don’t allow it.

“Your mouth says stop, but your drenched cunt says fuck me. Which is it, little lamb?”

Anastasia screams out an annoyed huff, that turns to a moan, and I can’t help but laugh softly, because she’s so fucking angry, but she likes my cock far more than she’ll admit.

“I hate you.”

While she barely knows me, I don’t doubt her words. In fact, I know her hatred will grow, in leaps and bounds, by the time I’m done with her. Her execution will not be swift, and when that day comes, she’ll know pure fear and hatred.

She screams as I drive into her, over and over again, and her pussy clenches around my length. Wetness gushes out of her, and drips onto my balls, and I know I’m going to have a lot of fun before I end her life. Every time she comes for me, she’ll hate herself more, until she isn’t sure which one of us she despises most.

I pull my hips back and snap forward, slamming completely inside her again, as I fill her with my cum. Will I enjoy knowing that she’ll be dripping of me, all night long? Definitely, because she’ll feel it, remembering the way I made her climax, and her own self-hatred will grow. No matter how hard you try, you cannot get away from yourself. She’ll want to crawl out of her skin to escape the way she feels about herself, but she’ll be stuck with the growing resentment for the person she has become. And me? I’ll enjoy watching her fall apart.

Getting off her, I stand, and tuck my cock back inside my pants.

“Up you get.”

She rises to her feet, pulls her pants up, and turns to me with a glare that might be bristling, if I were anybody else.

“You will never do that to me again.”

I rub my temples, trying to ease the ache she’s responsible for.

“Let’s go.”

She holds her fists up, like she’s going to attack me, and I don’t move. I stand still with an arched brow, waiting to see what she does.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she says, far more confidently than she should. She can fight me if she wants, I’ll only enjoy it more, but she will be going wherever the fuck I tell her to.