She's Sweet But A Psycho Novels & Stories

I growled “I'd kill for this anytime, You want this BBC in you huh?” "Fuck yes," she whimpered " I've had you in mind since I saw you. Picturing your thick cock inside me, right where anyone could see. “You haven't seen my cock, how do you know how it's thick.” “I know one when I see it, besides I can feel it right now under me.” She bounced on my cock

That’s the first thought I can’t shake. If it had been him, he would have gone straight for the throat. That’s how he works—direct, brutal, the kind of precision strike you can’t mistake for anything else. Subtle games, notes, riddles left on pillows… that doesn’t feel like him. It feels like someone else entirely.

Steph gushes. “Is it the kidnapper one?” I ask rolling my eyes and she glares my way. “No..it’s even better!” She says with so much excitement in her voice. We all look to her to continue and then she does. “So oh my fuck, it’s so hot and heavy, the male main character is a psychopath, not like psycho tendencies but legit psychopath, I'm obsessed you guys, he chokes her and says the most possessive things to her, I question my morals but I need this man in my life!” She says rolling her eyes in the back of her head.

She was a damn psycho, and her wolf was a wild animal completely out of control. I knew she needed to be sent away, and right this second. Despite her despicable behavior, I craved to put her in her place. Chaos was simply delighted at her ravenous outburst. He smiled deviously inside me, picturing her fighting me while I tied her down and forced a pleasurable submission over her. The conflicting emotions and desires battled within, creating a chaotic internal struggle.

She sighed sadly as she stood in the center of the lovely room and gently turned around to look at its contents, thinking it would be like him to do such a thing. She walked up to the desk and noticed a tiny table behind it housing a contemporary typewriter. She stroked the keys cautiously, recoiling a bit at the sense of warmth they generated, almost as if Michael had just used the machine, and wondered why Michael hadn't bought a computer, which would have been a big benefit to him given the volume of work he cranked out. She quickly withdrew her hand, disappointed by the momentary sensation of pleasure she had experienced. She clamped her lips together, resolute to resist the charismatic

As she took a step forward, ready to fight, inducers were fired into her body to make her sleep. She turned her eyes toward her gang, trying to fight the sleep. Anger rose as she was about to lose control. Then another inducer pierced her body. She fell. Before she hit the ground, they pushed a floater toward her. Silence followed as her eyes closed, breaths controlled, bodies shaking with fear. Someone whispered, “She’s a psychopath. Don’t you know her nickname?” Another followed, “She’s called The Psycho Queen.” “Damn! Who’s gonna carry her now? Absolutely not me,” a bald man said. “That girl terrifies me. I can’t get over when she flipped me over. Even unconscious, she’s scary.”

I was going crazy with my desire for her though I was enraged with what she did. "H-honey please. don't be mad. I'm sorry..." she uttered while trying hard not to cry. I didn't answer. My eyes went down her cleavage. I couldn't think straight now. Her tits which were rising and falling because of her ragged breathing felt so soft against my chest. "S-sorry. I'm really sorry honey," her voice was like a whisper which made me close my eyes for a moment. The way she called me honey was music to my ears. I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty features. Her dark brown eyes were misty but smoky.

If Sarah thinks she will trick me again, she is making the biggest mistake of her life. Once, bitten twice shy, the saying goes. I cannot allow her to use me again. I will not allow anybody to use me again. I see her drive away, and I think I better follow her because I need to find out what she is up to. She dressed around a corner, and she stopped. I stop further away so that she does not see me. Sarah puts her head on the steering wheel of her car and starts crying. Did she know that I was following her? Is she trying to soften my heart? I am not going to fall for her tricks again. If she thinks she can soften me with tears, she is making the biggest mistake of her life.