Page 82 of Psychotic Nightmares

“Breathe.” His eyes meet mine. “Sounds cheesy right. But I mean it. You, Grace, are the only reason why I’m lying to this day. When I was runoff the road that night. I didn’t want to get out of the car,I was going to let the flames burn my skin. I was inhaling the smoke hoping it would stop my lungs from working. And then I saw you. Your tiny little self pulling me from the car, telling me to live.” Hishand goes from my arm to stroke up the scars on my neck. “You saved me in more ways than one that night, treasure.”

“I’m glad I did.” I admit.

“Same.” His fingers trace over the tender lines of the new tattoo. Tenderly wiping away the droplets of blood.

He’s being so sweet, and with everything else that has happened tonight. I finally let the tears fall free.

“Baby, if you don’t like it I can cover it with something else.” He holds my face and wipes my tears away with his thumbs. Does he really think I’m crying because of the tattoo? What alovableidiot.

And although I love this side of Mr Stalker, I need to see what he is holding back from me. I’ve seen the way he gets turned on by the blood in the torture room. I’ve felt the uncontrollableshakingwhen he used to hold me back at my apartment.

I need to see what they call his ‘darker side’.

“No, no I love it.” I shake my head. “These are happy tears, Julian.”

“Thank fuck for that.” He exhales, leaning his forehead against mine. “Now, I’m going to take you to bed, and then we can eat.” He kisses the corner of my smiling lips and leans back to grab some more things from the table.

“You’re both going to fuck me to death aren’t you.” He puts some ointment and some plastic wrap over my new tattoo. Laughing he picks me up and walks back into his bedroom. The bed is still unruly from our earlier trysts.

“No, treasure. We’d never do that.” He smirks. “We’ll always keep you watered and fed between sex sessions. Maybe some sleep too.”

“I best get some sleep. Especially after dealing with you two. You’re exhausting.”

He laughs again, setting me down on the bed. He unbuckles his belt and within seconds his clothes are ripped off and thrown on the floor beside Dantes.

“Julian.” I purr. Finally seeing him in all his naked glory for the first time, and holy shit. He’s pierced. A silver barbell glistens at the head of his cock. Another at the base by his pubic hair. “Lie on the bed and wait. I need to grab something.

“Yes ma’am.” He beams excitedly, jumping on the bed backwards almost hitting his head off the headboard.

“Just try not knocking yourself out.” I roll my eyes.

“No promises.” He chuckles, folding his arms behind his head, stretching out his gorgeous biceps.

I make my way to the locked room, walking past Dante stirring something delicious smelling on the hob. “What trouble are you causing now,gattina?” He questions as I slide the door across.

“Nothing.” I give him my best innocent smile.

“I don’t believe you, but you do you.” He shrugs with a quiet laugh. I grab what I need and slide the door back across.

“Smells amazing.” I hum, standing behind him to look in the pot, hiding my chosen weapon from him, I take a spoon from the drawer and do a quick taste test. The tomatoey deliciousness makes my taste buds dance. “Tastes amazing too.” I smile, give him a quick kiss and step back. “We shouldn’t be too long.” I wink.

Julian is still in the same place I left him, his dick twitching as soon as I enter the room and close the door. “I’ve missed you, treasure.”

“I was gone for less than a minute.”

“A minute too long.” He starts to slowly stroke himself. My eyes focus on the action. I’m tempted to stay where I am and watch him get himself off but the compulsive need to feel him inside me takes over.

“I need you to trust me, Julian.” I saunter toward the bed, taking the small knife from the robes pocket as I go. His eyes drop down to the blade for a split second before his face lights up with… fuck I love this look. The look he gets before a kill, the look of hunger, of complete mania.

And now he’s looking at me like I’m his most prized possession, like I’m about to be ravaged in the most luscious way.

I stand at the foot of the bed, lifting my knees slowly onto the mattress before crawling over him until I reach his thighs. I hold the handle of the knife between my teeth, pick up the condom already waiting on the bed beside him and roll it down his length.

“Graaaaace.” He growls. His cock pulses between my hands. “Shit, treasure that feels unbelievable.”

I slowly climb on him, take hold of his dick and slide myself down his shaft.Oh. My. God.I have to pause to catch my breath, my pussy clenchesaround him. The piercing tickles my inner walls, its such a different, yet fucking amazing sensation. I take the knife back into my hand and hold it against his bare chest, scraping the blunt side through his patch of chest hair before taking a major risk and holding the sharper side of the weapon against his throat, resulting in a loud gutturalmoan.

“That’s right, treasure. Hold the knife to my throat while you fuck me. Not only does it give you power, but it turns me the fuck on too.” He demands unafraid of the knife I hold against him. I lower myself another inch, almost whimpering at the feel of him finally inside me. I want to savour this moment, the look of pure want in Julian'seyes, the feeling of our naked bodies connecting in the most intimate of ways. “Fuuuuuck.” He groans again. Thrusting up deeper into me. The action jolts me forward, the blade catching his skin, making me draw blood.No, no I didn’t want to do that!