Page 59 of Psycho Sinners

What a fucking psycho.

I didn’t hesitate as I sat up, slamming my hand into his throat and making him choke and wheeze.

He leaned to the side, holding his throat, and I used the moment to shove him off and scramble to my feet.

“Look at you go, kitten!” he called out like a goddamn crazy man as I ran for the stairs. Blood pounded in my ears, but I didn’t even reach the first step before he barreled into me, slamming me up against the window overlooking the goddamn city.

He pinned my face against the freezing glass, and I sobbed as he pried my legs open.

I cried out as he drove into me, feeling my walls tear from the brutality as he raped me.

My body was jerked against the glass, and I stared out over the cityscape, tears streaking down my face.

I just wanted someone out there to come to my aid, to save me from this, from him.

“Fucking hurts, doesn’t it? You think we’ve been raping you, bitch? This is rape, this is an attack. Learn your fucking place.”

I cried out with rage, trying to twist in his grip as his hand fisted in my hair.

I threw my arm up, clawing at his face, hoping I’d take his fucking eye out.

He caught my arm, jerking it painfully, and I screamed as he bit down on my forearm hard, breaking through the skin.

He grunted and released my arm, his body stilling as he exploded inside me.

His warm body moved away, and I slid down the cool window, holding my bleeding arm to my chest.

“Go clean yourself up, bitch.”

I closed my eyes, the sobs claiming me as I fell apart, all the fight and fire in me crumbling.

I stiffened as I heard him move closer, and I squeezed my eyes shut, curling in on myself against the glass as best I could, waiting for whatever brutality came next.

Moments passed, and I finally dared to peek, still feeling his presence.

He was crouched before me, his head cocked as he studied me.

“You’re fucked up,” I sobbed, my voice breaking, and he just shrugged.

“You don’t know the half of it, kitten.”

This was too much. He was crazy, balls to the wall fucking insane.

He sighed as he glanced over me, and then he was standing and striding away, leaving me a naked, bloody mess on the floor.

I sniffled, trying to rein in my emotions and fear, my arm throbbing profusely as I covered the bite.

God, it hurt. Now both my arms were wounded.

A part of me found that comical in a twisted way, but I just let out a wretched sob.

I stiffened when Cristian returned, my eyes going wide. I just wanted him to leave me the fuck alone, just for a few minutes while I tried to piece myself back together.

He crouched down, and I focused on my bite, not wanting to look at him.

“Give me your arm.”

My gaze shifted to him, his tone both commanding and yet bizarrely soft.