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“Is there a pattern between them?” “It's fucking brutal,” Rafael admitted exhaustedly, tapping down against the whiteboard to indicate his case notes. “It seems that a serial killer is on the loose. He kidnaps the girls, rapes them and then tortures them to death.” I jolted backwards, mortified at this revelation. “What a bastard,” Zayn gritted through clenched teeth, balling his hands into fists, his veins pulsating their way to the surface of his skin alarmingly as his blood began to boil.

Since then they always come here and play or read my book collection. Luke was currently reading Survival of the Fittest by Jonathan Kellerman. I recommend the book to him saying that he'll like the genre, although I might say that it was a psychological conditioning to help him view the world a little differently, and what I mean is the way I wanted him to see it.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

No wonder he was exhausted. Who helps those who help others? Who try to help others? Try. No answers waited for him in the empty apartment that day. Aiden took himself straight to the bathroom, the walls funneling by as those nine pills funneled back into their child-proof bottle the night before. He slammed the lights, fluorescents blink-blink-blinking, and crouched before the cupboard. Aiden snatched up the opened Lexapro. This was something from a suspense movie, he thought: amateur sleuth goes through suspect’s house searching for evidence, that kind of thing. Only Danny wasn’t guilty of any crime. He just was a man worthy of love who’d gone through some really tough shit he didn’t deser

Furthermore, I bend my knees slightly, offering him unrestricted access to my eager anticipation. However, he chooses to take his time, not so much teasing me as preparing me for what lies ahead... quite literally. With my eyes still shut, I inhale deeply as his hand glides from my inner thigh to my most intimate area. The fact that I can contemplate mathematics during such an intense moment astonishes me. But that's Max Blackwell for you: utterly unpredictable, and I absolutely adore it. I adore it even more when the pad of his thumb presses against my pulsating clit, and two of his fingers slip inside me, delivering precisely what I craved - what I needed - at this moment. I yearn for rela

Girls will be girls. “I’ve read a lot of books about human behavior Miles. It was all about learning the different gender of a…” “Oh, oh, yeah. We already knew that.” She raises her hands-on air and rolled her eyes. She turns on the music loud inside this car without even my concern and shouted to me her response, “Don’t try me your dirty little psychology tricks. I’m not buying that anymore!” A minute later I harshly stop the car and turn off the radio. “What are you doing!”

My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center. Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened. When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting ca

I push him away vehemently and clench my fists, ready to defend myself of necessary! "Stop trying to read my mind! Save yourself the trouble! I know what you are!" That's it! Draven glares at me with an evil expression on his face, things don't look too good. Have I just signed my own death warrant? The silence that weighs the room is at its height. And the tension between us is at its maximum, "And what are we?" "There were too many weird things that didn't square in this house, so I looked a few things up.”

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He notices things, remembers things and Pays attention in a way most people don’t anymore. And maybe that should terrify me more than it currently does. Because this? This is dangerously close to those obsessive men from psychological thrillers I usually binge watch at three in the morning while eating ramen in bed. It’s so very Joe coded with the exception of murder of course, being bound to a basement and of him hating women with a bunch load of childhood psychological trauma. Shit! That sounds wrong. No, not just wrong but actually insane. But fuck! I can’t even fully pretend I’m not into this dark side of him. I mean some deeply sick twisted part of me likes being watched this closely by