Chapter 18 Fucking Psycho
We exit the elevator when it reaches the penthouse suite. The old man is nowhere to be seen, which means he is most likely in the bedroom waiting for us. I’d told him I wanted a threesome with him and my friend. He believed me and took me up on my offer. Idiot.
Now that Scarlett is here, I grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom.
It wasn’t hard to find as the other doors were closed and I could hear soft music coming from this one.
He’s on the bed in nothing but boxer shorts.
It smells horrid in here. Like sex, drugs, and body odor all mixed into one disgusting cocktail of scents.
Scarlett turns her nose up but lets me lead her toward a chair beside the bed. I place her in the seat and then lean down to kiss her cheek. I stay by her ear long enough to whisper to her.
“Just watch. Then you will see.”
“Don’t do this, Letty.”
I ignore her. I have to show her. So I turn around and head for the bed where he waits for me.
I drop my dress to the floor and reach into my purse before dropping it on top.
I kick off my shoes and leave them. He glances over at Scarlett but says nothing as I climb on the edge of the mattress. I inch closer to the man.
I don’t stop until I’m lying on the pillow next to him. On my side, facing both him and Scarlett. I don’t even remember his fucking name, and yet I’m about to kill him in front of her.
Yep. I’m a fucking psycho.
I reach between my legs with two fingers and find my clit as Scarlett and I hold eye contact. I ignore the man at my side and focus on giving myself pleasure. Scarlett’s eyes burn even in the dark room. I know she can’t resist the erotic sight.
She’s made for me. I just know it. She’s mine and I’m hers.
As I move my fingers over my clit, I stare only at her. Losing sight of everything else in the room. He moves toward me, but other than the moment that he enters my line of sight and then moves, I don’t break contact with Scarlett. This is for her.
He is over my body. His hands move along my sides and I shiver.
Mostly out of disgust. I don’t want his crusty hands on me.
The women weren’t wrong when they say he’s like a disease.
Instead, I fuck myself with my fingers before looking away from Scarlett for a second so I can open my knife and slit his throat.
Scarlett gasps, but she doesn’t move as the blood pours over my body and the man stutters and then releases me to grasp his throat. He falls partly on me, but I just push him away and continue fucking myself while staring at Scarlett.
She has a fire in her eyes that makes my orgasm build that much faster. She didn’t scream when I killed him. She isn’t crying or scared. She’s like me. She’s as fucking psycho as I am.
I’m coated in this man’s blood as he slowly sputters beside me as he dies. Scarlett is staring at me with desire in her eyes. She is enjoying this. She wants this. So I fuck myself all that much harder. Just for her.
All for her.
My fingers slide in and out, my chest is warm from the blood. It’s thick and beautiful along my pale skin. I use my other hand to move along my clit. Pushing myself higher. My pleasure builds with each pass of my clit and each dive of my fingers.
Scarlett is out of her seat and in the bed beside me. She slaps my hand away from my clit and her fingers replace it. She doesn’t stop my other hand, so I keep moving them within me. She uses her other hand to wrap her fingers around my throat.
Gripping it tightly at my pulse points, she squeezes until my body soars higher than it’s ever been. My orgasm shakes my body as she releases the pressure at my throat.
She sees me. She gets me. She’s in the middle of this bed, fucking me, while coated in this man’s blood that I just killed. She’s a fucking psycho and I love it.
Her fingers leave my clit and she releases my throat completely. She doesn’t say anything as she sits back on the bed. Watching me with intent eyes as she sighs heavily. She looks tired. Like exhausted. She wants to fight this, but she knows she can’t. Not anymore.
She climbs from the bed and takes the chair as she pulls her phone from her bra.
She types something and then slides the phone back inside her shirt and out of sight.
She stares at me and I just lay there and wait to see what she will do.
What else am I to do? I’m lying beside this man’s body with her just looking at me.
She doesn’t speak, just sits there. The blood dries across my chest and I want so badly to move toward the shower instead of staying here.
I want more of Scarlett. To fuck her so hard that she cums all over me. I figured she would be running for the doors, but no, she is right here and waiting for me to make the next move. She hasn’t run from me and now I want her on her knees.
I want to see her fuck me eyes as they stare up at me while I make her beg for her release.
I climb from the bed and stand in front of the chair.
She tilts her head upwards to look at me.
Her eyes travel to my naked body as they go.
By the time she reaches my eyes, I’m covered with goosebumps and desire.
She still doesn’t speak to me. She doesn’t utter a single word.
She just waits for me to take over. I hold out my hand for her to take it.
When she places hers in mine, I pull her from the chair and lead her to the bathroom just behind her.
The penthouse suite, of course, has one of the largest bathrooms I’ve ever seen.
The walk-in shower is in the far back, so I pull her across the tiles and stop just outside of it. I press a button on the wall to turn the water on and set the temperature. I wash my hands beneath the running water to clear the blood from them.
Still Scarlett doesn’t speak. She just waits for me to do whatever I’m going to do. I undress her with slow fingers. Tossing her clothes to the side as I do. I pull her into the water with me, going slow until we both adjust to the warm water.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
She finally replies to me. Her voice sounds tired and I just want to hold her. So I do. I wrap my arms around her, bringing her back to my front as the blood washes away from my body. The red swirls falling down the drain in slow motion.
“For coming. For not running. For being here with me. Take your pick. Either way, thank you.”
I drop a kiss to her neck and she leans her head back against me. I just held her. Take the moment and commit it to memory. I’m coated in someone’s blood while holding the one woman that means so much to me. This is the only thing I could have hoped for.
My little psycho.
I reach between her legs to find her clit with my fingers. Circling it slowly. Building her orgasm up with each stroke. She doesn’t stop me and so I keep going. Letting her relax in my arms while I give her the pleasure that she gave me earlier.
The red swirls away from our bodies as she writhes in my arms. Her breath grows heavy and her body shakes against me. She sighs and then her entire body relaxes as she fucks my fingers with her hips bucking into my hand. She needs this release.
She wants me to fucking take her body and let her release fall down this drain along with the blood as the water washes it away from us. An erotic feeling that leaves my chest tight as I bring her to pleasure and the world narrows to only us.
It’s fucking perfect and I don’t think I can make it any better than this. That man was just the icing on my thick cake of pleasure. Scarlett didn’t run away, and that is all I could have hoped for. Her by my side and she sees exactly who I am.
I don’t need anything else because this is what my world narrows down to. This beautiful woman wrapped in my arms as I give her pleasure. Blood from another coating my body as the high leaves my adrenaline so high that it intensifies the pleasure that is wrapped between us.
So as she cums for me, I damn near cum again. My pussy clenching around the empty air as I seek something that isn’t there. My body begging to be filled and drained all at the same time.
As soon as Scarlett stops shaking, I release her clit from beneath my fingers and hold her while her breathing comes back to normal. This is what I want. What I need. Scarlett and I, against the world.
A fucking psycho for a psycho.