Page 80 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
I squeeze her arms, and she lets out this breathy sound that tells me everything I need to know. She wants me to fuck her, right here, right now.
“I should leave you in here with your fingers and a distant memory,” I growl out, letting my anger get the best of me. I usually keep it fairly well-contained. I’ve killed men with less emotion in my face than I’m wearing now. There’s just something about this woman that brings it out of me.
“Should, but won’t,” she says, fully certain that I will, in fact, give her what she wants.
She’s right, goddamn it.
I grab her by the arm and drag her into the largest stall at the end of the row, shoving the door closed behind us and locking it. When I reach for her, she puts her arms around my neck, and our teeth clash so hard that it almost hurts.
I lift Scarlett up and slam her back into the wall, reaching down to frantically shove my sweatpants out of the way. My fingers easily swipe her panties aside, and then I drive into that silken heat with a deep groan.
She’s so wet, so swollen, so greedy. Her muscles draw me in balls-deep as I curse under my breath, putting my mouth to her neck so that I can suck and bite and mark. If I could draw poison into my teeth like a snake, I’d infect her with it. I’d put my venom in her bloodstream and taint every part of her with pieces of myself.
As it is, I’m simply human, so I fuck her like a man, listening to her moans, feeling the way she squeezes me when I do something she likes. And she likes it rough which suits me just fine. I’m not sure that I could calm down and make peaceful love to her. I would try, certainly, just to be able to claim her over and over again the way I’ve been doing for weeks now.
But this is better. We’re perfectly compatible, me and Scarlett. Physically. Sexually. Emotionally. We both run in the same circles, we play the same games, we dabble in the dark.
She’s my perfect woman, everything I’ve ever wanted.
I intend to keep her for myself.
If that means racing for the right, if that means stalking people like Ash Kelly, then it’s what I’ll do. Unlike Widow—the uptight idiot who pretends not to be interested in Scarlett while panting away like a dog in heat—I don’t worry much about him.
He’s hamstrung. He’s tied. He’s shackled.
Ash or Aspen or whatever you want to call him, he isn’t going to make a move.
That doesn’t mean I can rest easy. Oh no. Scarlett is wild. She’s as wild as I am, but she’s more contained, more in control of her baser urges. I do know, however, that she’s going to try to fuck someone else soon.
I can feel it.
She’s afraid that I’m doing exactly what it is that I am doing.
Gunning for her. Drawing her in. Tying her up.
So she’s going to try to derail me, test me, prove to me that I’m a fuckboy and nothing else. What she doesn’t understand is how dedicated I am, how hard I’m willing to fight. I’m not sure there’s anything in this world or in heaven above or hell below that could sway my interest.
“Harder, Bohnes, harder,” she moans as I slam her into the wall, my cock and balls already dripping with her slick. Her eyes are closed, and I wonder if she isn’t imagining Widow’s cock in place of mine. The idea infuriates me, so I grip her ass cheeks in tight fingers and ram her into the wall hard enough that the old tiles crack, and she ends up biting my neck to silence a scream.
White-hot pain shoots through my body, and I know she’s making me bleed. I love it though. I love this passionate toxicity brewing between us. I want more of it, more, more, more.
Our pelvises crash in a tumultuous frenzy and then she’s coming hard, milking my cock and encouraging my balls to tighten, to release all of that pent-up seed that I’ve been saving over the past few days just for her. It’s a lot. I fill her with it, pumping my hips even as she sags against me, sated and happy, until I’m finished.
The door opens and a teacher walks in, looking in the stalls for kids skipping out on class.
“Excuse me,” she says, and I curl my lip a little. How dare this bitch interrupt me when I’m enjoying the feel of my hot seed inside Scarlett’s pretty pussy? “What the hell are you two doing in there?”
Scarlett, on the other hand, doesn’t seem perturbed.
“Fuck off, Mrs. Robins,” she calls, and there’s a small pause, just a heartbeat of fear, and then the teacher is hightailing it out of the room.
