Page 52 of Psycho Saviors

I took him into my mouth, his sharp intake of breath was audible in the quiet kitchen. His hand found its way into my hair, not pushing but guiding, and I let him set the rhythm, my mind a whirl of thoughts and conflicting emotions.

"You're so beautiful with my dick in your mouth," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. The words were crass, but they held a sincerity that I couldn't ignore.

I swallowed around him, earning a low groan of approval, and continued until he finished, his grip on my hair tightening momentarily before releasing. I swallowed him down, my tongue swiping over the tip of his dick and making him shudder before he pulled free. I rose to my feet, wiping the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand, and met his gaze defiantly.

"Julian will be taking you out to buy some more clothes today," Tyrone said, tucking himself away and zipping up his pants. "Casual day clothes. You've been wearing all of ours, and while you look good, you should have some of your own."

"We're going on another shopping trip?" I asked, surprised by the random outing for me.

"Yes," he confirmed. "You're to get what you want. Cristian will likely join."

The prospect of a day spent shopping with Julian and Cristian was bizarre, to say the least. It was a stark contrast to the violence and intensity that usually characterized my time with the Silvestri brothers. But as I stood there in the kitchen, with Tyrone's dark eyes still trained on me, I realized that nothing with these men was ever straightforward.

Shopping with Julian and Cristian was more fun than I'd expected. I felt like I was in some twisted version of a rom-com, where the protagonist laughs and jokes with her captors-turned-lovers. Kenny was an unexpected chaperone, padding along on his leash or being cradled in Julian's arms like a feline king.

We hit store after store, Julian and Cristian taking turns picking out clothes for me to try on, while I gathered up plenty of things as well.

I stood in the dressing room, surrounded by a mountain of clothes. The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on me - here I was, trying on outfits like some pampered princess, with two dangerous criminals as my personal shoppers. How the hell had I wound up here?

"No, no, the emerald green brings out her eyes," Julian insisted from outside the curtain.

Cristian scoffed. "Are you blind? The deep burgundy complements her skin tone better."

I couldn't help but chuckle as I slipped on a silky blouse in the disputed emerald shade. Their bickering was so... normal. The pair arguing over fashion had me chuckling. Since when were they experts? The normalcy of it all was almost more unsettling than their usual dangerous behavior.

"Pyro, come out and show us," Julian called, and I stiffened at the nickname being used in a public setting.

I stepped out, twirling once for their inspection. Kenny, sprawled across Julian's lap, barely lifted his head to acknowledge me.

Cristian's eyes narrowed. "It's not bad, but..."

"But nothing," Julian interrupted. "Look how it makes her eyes pop."

"Her eyes pop in everything," Cristian retorted. "But that shade washes her out. Try the burgundy, kitten."

I rolled my eyes but complied, ducking back behind the curtain. As I changed, their debate continued.

"You have no sense of color theory," Julian muttered.

"And you have no sense, period," Cristian shot back.

I emerged in the burgundy casual dress, and both men fell silent. Even Kenny perked up, his tail swishing with interest.

"Well?" I asked, spreading my arms.

Cristian smirked triumphantly. "See? Perfection."

Julian grudgingly nodded. "It does suit her."

I caught sight of myself in the mirror and had to agree - the color did suit me more than the emerald.

As Julian and Cristian launched into another debate about accessories, I found myself laughing again, the sound echoing off the boutique's walls.

We moved onto another store, and they plucked clothing from the racks, carrying armfuls to the fitting room for me to try on, like I was some dress-up barbie of theirs. Not that I was hating it all that much. It was rather nice having them pick out clothing for me, giving me their input. It almost made all the tension and the whole situation surrounding us fade away.

"How's it looking?" Julian asked as he pulled the curtain, and I hugged my body, having been mid-changing.

"You can't just open the curtain here," I hissed.