Society of Psychos (Dead Men Walking #2)

“Is that it? Is it over? Did you have your happy time?” I asked and he growled in answer, taking hold of my hair and pulling to make me look directly at him.

“That’s not even close to it.” He pulled his hips back, drawing his cock almost all the way out of me then slammed deep into me once more, making me cry out, the intense feeling of him stretching me all at once, sending my mind spinning through a whirlpool. But when he did it again, I realised I was getting wetter, high on him as he held me down and started fucking me in a way I’d dreamed of being fucked for years, and the pain of it was fast giving way to pleasure.

I wrapped my legs around him on instinct, my heels driving into his ass as I worked to match his pace with my own hips, getting it all wrong immediately and moving to a completely off beat rhythm.

“Follow my lead, for Christ’s sake,” Niall hissed and I nodded as he gripped my hip with one hand and started moving me until I caught on to the dip and the rise, taking over from him and making him groan low as I got it right. It was still kinda sore, but I was enjoying the ride more now.

We finally found a natural rhythm between us, and his fingers locked tighter in my hair as he picked up his pace, the piercing in his cock rolling up my inside walls in a way that made me whimper with pleasure beneath him.

I clung to his inked shoulders as his muscular body dominated mine and I licked a line of the blood drying on his cheek, tasting my enemy’s death.

Niall turned his head, biting into my lower lip before speaking into my mouth. “I’m the demise of everyone who has every crossed you, love. Aim me at anyone you wish to see die by my hand, and I won’t question it. The answer is yes. Always fucking yes.”

He slowed his hips, circling them instead and I gasped as his cock ground against a sensitive spot inside me that made my clit buzz with pleasure. There was still some pain but holy hell in a handbasket, there was such good stuff as well. The stuff Mateo had gifted me with his mouth and fingers, Niall knew how to give to me too. As he continued to fuck me like that, I found myself shuddering and moaning, my nails cutting into the back of his neck while he watched me, bracing his forearms either side of my head as he slowed his hips to a torturously delicious pace.

“Look at me, Spider. Look at the man who’d kill an army of men for you,” he demanded and another wave of pleasure rolled through my pussy.

I was losing my mind all over again, an insane girl cracked even further by this hellion who possessed my flesh.

He arched over me, his biceps flexing as he took hold of the headboard with one hand and I licked a line along the ink on his chest as he started fucking me deep and fast, his pelvic bone grinding over my clit in this new position and I ground right back on him, my thighs clamped around him and my hips riding his from below.

Sex with him was honeyed torment. And between the ache and pleasure, I found bliss, my head tipping back and my moans picking up as his body cast mine to ruin. There were swirls and whirls in my head, a whole dream world of candy canes and chocolate dipping fountains bursting to life before my eyes. The Grim Reaper was there, floating along a peppermint brick road, tending to flowers which bloomed with petals made of sugar and cherries. Skeletons were hanging from a tree made of marshmallows, their feet kicking in an eternal jig while a squirrel peeped at me from the Coco Pop branches. No! Get out of here you peeping motherfucker of a-

“Hellfire!” I cried out, tumbling into a pit of pleasure so deep I was sure I would never climb out of it. He fucked me all the way through it, slow then fast, weaving more and more of my orgasm into existence and kissing me breathless like he wanted to taste my pleasure for himself.

I trembled all over as he let go of the headboard and dragged his thumb over my lips with a low laugh in his throat, savouring me, this moment, everything. I was wholly his, bound and marked forever by this perfect sin.

A smile lifted his lips in that manic way I loved and he stared at me with his eyes darkening to pitch, his cock so hard inside me that it was all I could think about. “Now it’s my turn.”





B rooklyn moaned as I thrust my hips again, the perfect feeling of her tight body sheathing mine making my damn head spin as this insanity took me hostage and refused to let go.

I didn’t know what I’d been thinking to get me to this point, but I did know that now that I was here, there was no turning back for me. I was a ruthless creature, one born of the worst of men and built on a foundation of sin, but she’d found a way to burst into my life and send everything I knew scattering for the walls, leaving me to scramble for them wildly in her wake.

She was an obsession unlike anything I’d ever known. The only person I’d ever allowed to truly see every part of me, and I wanted to see every part of her too.

This was it now for me. This was us and I was hers no matter what way she wanted me.

Her fingernails bit into my skin, her heated breath making my skin rise with goosebumps and her electric blue eyes drinking in every piece of me.

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” she panted. “Touched myself while I tried to imagine how it would feel.”

My lips pulled into a wicked grin at her words and I moved my mouth down to her neck, licking and biting her flesh as I drove my cock in and out, listening to every moan and whimper that escaped her, learning to play her body with my own and loving how damn responsive she was.

“Am I living up to your fantasies?” I asked her, a hand running down her side and seeking out her nipple so that I could tug on it and feel the delicious squeeze of her pussy around my shaft as she arched her spine and moaned loudly.

“I thought you’d be rougher,” she gasped, the words practically a challenge, though she didn’t seem to be complaining.

I smiled against her skin before turning my head and sinking my teeth into her neck as I drove my hips forward with a punishing thrust which made her cry out in pleasure and carve more flesh from my shoulders with her fingernails.

I lost myself to that feeling as I drove my cock into her like that again, the piercing in my tip rolling through the centre of her, making my dick throb with the need for release while I fought against the urge to give in to it.

I didn’t want this to end. I didn’t want this lightness in my chest to pass away again. And I sure as hell didn’t want to stop feeling her body against mine, the slickness of our skin brushing together, the wetness of her pussy around my cock, the taste of sweat and the blood of my kill mixing between us every time I pressed my mouth to her flesh.

I groaned with pleasure as I thrust harder, gripping the headboard so tightly my knuckles were blanching and the veins in my arm were bulging. I hooked her leg over my arm once more as I reared back and watched her beneath me, her bright blue eyes wild and sparking with electricity which made my entire body buzz with pleasure.

She shifted beneath me, the movement making her leg ride further up my arm and I pushed her ankle over my shoulder before thrusting in even deeper than before.

Brooklyn cried out, gripping my forearms tightly and making me pause for a moment before she gasped out a needy “more” and I gave her a shark’s grin as I fulfilled her request, turning my head to bite the soft skin of her leg as I began to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.

Her pussy was so tight that it was making me dizzy, and I kept kissing and biting that soft skin of her ankle while I watched her writhe and moan beneath me, filling her with every solid pump of my hips and growling my own pleasure against her flesh.

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