Cute but psycho paranorm.., p.24
Cute But Psycho: Paranormal Asylum Reverse Harem, page 24
“Sharing me…” I said, not liking the taste of those words. It made it sound like the men had more say than me about what I was doing. “He doesn’t share me,” I spit out. Nemo pulled back quickly, jerking back. I turned around with a frown.
“What is this? You say you don’t want to fuck me, then you act like you are, then you stop. I’m getting whiplash. Baz has nothing to do with this right now.”
“He does,” Nemo ground out, looking like he wanted to murder something.
“Look, I’m not betraying anyone if that’s what you’re freaked out about. Baz knows I’m fucking Orson already and doesn’t care. He wants to watch.” Nemo’s eyes dragged over my body lecherously. I could imagine what was flashing through his head, taking me against the wall, rutting into me so hard my face scraped against the brick.
“But you two were together today. I could smell it.”
“Yeah, we were,” I said. Nemo curled his lip.
“Why does it matter? You clearly don’t want to exchange rings and go all monogamous,” I said with a frown. Was he trying to avoid drama by not getting involved with the same girl Baz was?
“I can’t fuck you without making sure you aren’t his,” he blurted out. Then he growled and punched the wall, making two bricks crack. His hand came back bloody and my eyes widened in shock as I pressed my back against the wall.
“Fuck! Run again,” he demanded. I crossed my arms.
“No.”
He growled but I stayed put. Finally, he tilted his head back against the wall and gripped himself through his pants, squeezing it as he groaned. I had no idea what was going on in his head but I could only guess it dealt with not creating drama. Perhaps the two had some agreement not to step on each other’s toes. Which pissed me off. I was my own person and able to make my own decisions. If I wanted to fuck both of them and they both wanted to fuck me, then I felt entitled to do such. Maybe that was naive and childish but that didn’t make me feel differently about it.
“Why do you have to make sure I’m not his?” I asked. My eyes dragged over Nemo against the opposite wall. His cut jaw, his black, angry eyes, the shaggy hair hanging down into his gaze, the scratchy five-o-clock shadow that had given me a beard burn over my neck and face.
I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted him rough and I wanted him to take it. I’d never seen someone with such a dominating presence in all my life and I didn’t think I ever would again.
“I can’t—” he cut off and seemed to struggle for words. I narrowed my eyes.
“Say it because I don’t understand.”
“I can’t fucking say it out loud because it infuriates me!” He yelled. “Let’s just stop talking about it. Run,” he growled out. I shook my head. He wanted to stop talking about Baz, that was fine.
“Don’t fuck me then,” I said. A devious little smirk made my lips curl. “There’s plenty of other things to do.” Then I took off—just like he’d asked me to—hoping he took the bait. I raced away but a second later his arms were around me again, lifting me up off the floor, my back to his chest, his hot breath in my ear as his tongue and teeth descended all over my skin. I cried out as his mouth owned me.
Nemo wrapped an arm around my waist, keeping me pressed to him and my feet dangling off the ground. His other hand pushed up my skirt. Suddenly his calloused fingers were digging into my panties and pushing inside me, making me gasp. Nemo’s fingers were big and he shoved two inside me right away, feeling how tight and wet I was around his intrusion.
I gasped and melted around the forced stretch. His thumb pressed against my back hole and shivered, my breath coming out in a rush. Fuck. Of course, this man wouldn't be happy with just one thing, he wanted all of me. He wanted to own everything and he wasn’t about to ask permission.
He pumped his two fingers in and out while his thumb slowly pushed inside my ass. A gasp broke from my lips and I felt so overwhelmed by this man being all over me. His teeth and tongue were back on my neck and my feet were still hanging off the ground, Nemo keeping me suspended against him easily as his fingers dug inside my holes, plundering roughly with his thick digits.
I’d never had anyone play with my ass before. The sensation was strange, almost wrong—more intrusive and unfamiliar. He pulled his thumb back out slowly, and it created a new sensation that had me squirming and whimpering. His two calloused fingers were still pumping into my pussy and I could hear the wet noises as he plunged in and out.
Nemo rubbed the pad of his thumb up and down my puckered entrance, making it flinch. He gave a manly noise of pleasure to feel my hole tense, then he pushed his thumb back inside.
Fuck. It felt dirty and I was squirming against him, loving it. All the while his fingers went inside me, back and forth, pushing roughly up in me like he wanted to spread me out and open me up—get me ready for his cock.
He wasn’t talking, his mouth busy biting and licking, his throat producing growls and purrs.
Nemo kept pulling his thumb out and then pushing it back, giving me the strange sensation over and over. It overwhelmed me and I squirmed more in his arms. He took us to the floor and positioned me like he had Baz earlier, my ass high in the sky, my head down on the ground. He tugged my panties off and then his hot, eager tongue was everywhere between my legs, wet and warm. There was no finesse to it. He flattened his tongue and ran it from my clit to my ass, circling the puckered hole. My moans were loud in the dark, abandoned hallway.
Nemo shoved his face in without shame, slobbering over my cunt as his tongue sought out and teased my clit roughly, almost painfully demanding I feel pleasure. He grunted in approval as my fluids and his spit leaked down my thighs. His tongue went back again, towards my ass and I shivered from the wrongness of it as his tongue broke the entrance and dove inside me.
After he’d explored, his tongue flattened and licked across my asshole, getting every part of me sopping wet, using his dirty mouth to lube me with his drool. He pulled back and then spit on the hole before working the saliva into my ass with his thumb. I whimpered and my thighs shook as his rough fingers dug into my thighs and ass, spreading me open as he slobbered and licked.
My body jerked when his teeth sunk into my thighs, two bites, one on each leg. The next moment his head was gone. I looked over my shoulder to see him pushing down his sweatpants and stroking his fat cock. Holy shit.
“I’m not fucking you,” he grumbled as his cock slid between my legs and against my core, the bulbous head sliding between my folds but not going in. He grabbed my hips and jerked me back so my ass was being bruised by his hips. Then he pushed my thighs together and slid across my opening over and over. His length dragged over my clit, making pleasure build slow but relentless as he used my thighs to get off.
“Nemo,” I groaned, wanting to beg him to fuck me but knowing he wouldn’t for whatever reasons he had. His dick slid through my slippery thighs and in between my folds, his head caught on my entrance and I gasped as it popped inside a little.
“Fuck,” he cursed in a deep growl, pulling back out. Then he did it again, pressing his head just barely inside then pulling back. I whined and his pace quickened—push, tease, pull back.
All of a sudden I felt his thumb push inside my ass again. I cried out and he growled in delight and then fucked my thighs without any teasing, just quick, rough thrusts to get the hard cock between my legs the friction it needed.
Nemo pressed his weight against me, weighing me down while he thrust relentlessly, sliding between my slippery thighs. I was flat on my belly, the cold flooring pressing against my exposed legs. It all felt so depraved—the dark hallway, his growls and grunts, his hips jerking forward so hard my body slid against the floor. We were two unhinged, murderous people getting off in a dirty hallway. A loud moan fell from my mouth as my arms stretched on the floor above my head.
Nemo tugged his cock from between my thighs and ground between the round mounds of my ass. I held my breath and admitted to myself that I wouldn’t mind Nemo taking that hole. I wanted that intrusion and the denial of him putting it elsewhere.
He panted and his thrusts were sloppy as he rubbed his cock in the crevice of my ass. He quickly shoved himself between my thighs again as hot liquid spilled everywhere. He growled and grunted, rubbing the leaking head of his cock over my lower lips.
Cum slid over my pussy lips and in between my thighs. It dripped down to the floor. It was hot and sticky, slipping between my folds and drenching me everywhere. I’d never seen so much.
He kept his hand on his cock, giving it a few shakes as he unloaded right at my entrance, making sure he was expelling every drop on me. Nemo shuddered and gave a guttural groan before pulling back. His groan traveled up my spine, making me shiver on the floor.
Fingers dimpled my thighs and he spread me wide open, looking at his release all over me. A small moan left my mouth as his rough fingers slid into my pussy, pushing his cum inside me. I shuddered around his fingers and rocked my body back on his hand. I wanted him so terribly.
“Are you still hard?” I asked in a shaky voice, knowing that last time he didn't go down after the first round. Instead of responding he pulled me from the ground and tucked me into his body.
He carried me bridal style back to his room, my head against his warm chest. His blood was just under the surface, taunting me. I could feel it. I could even hear it, pumping just beyond reach.
Nemo put me on his bed before ripping off his clothes and getting in behind me. His body was massive and warm behind mine. His hard muscles encompassed my entire body as he fit us both on the bed. Then, without talking, he pushed his hard cock back between my thighs and bit my neck, a low growl vibrating up his throat.
I wanted to fuck him. This was becoming torture. My back arched and I gripped the mattress roughly as he slid between my legs. His blunt teeth held on the nape of my neck in a dominating, animalistic grip. My body felt so needy, an orgasm only being teased and not delivered. My insides were clenching and relaxing, wanting desperately to have something inside.
“Fuck me, please,” I finally begged. Not caring how pathetic I sounded. Not caring he had told me he wouldn’t. I needed it. And it wasn’t just because of this torturous moment. It was the last two days with Baz too. The denial of not being able to have him when we both desperately wanted it. The barrier of not being able to touch his skin kept me frustrated.
“No,” Nemo grunted, denying me. Fuck, I hated hearing that. Hated being denied. An ugly feeling gurgled up inside me and I flipped over suddenly. Nemo looked at me questioningly, his dark eyebrows curving. I struck fast, plunging my teeth into his muscular chest. He grunted in shock. If he wasn’t going to fuck me, then I knew what the second best thing was. Hell, maybe the first best thing because this was fucking divine. Plus, earlier it had brought him satisfaction.
I sucked his blood into my mouth, filling my belly with his heady flavor. A wild taste and explosive sensation that made me feel manic. His fingers wrapped around my arms, holding me tightly against his body as he grunted and groaned roughly through gritted teeth. His cock began throbbing against my belly as warm liquid surged out. His hips moved back and forth as he unloaded, unhinged dirty moans coming from deep in his throat. The noise was uncivilized, almost savage, no restraint or shame at all.
My bloody lips pulled back from his chest as his cum soaked into my clothes. I felt like a mess. Slobber all over me, his cum drenched between my thighs and all over my front. My fingers reached between us and I touched his cock, feeling it was soft again. He let out a big breath of relief and I watched his face relax as his eyes closed.
He was brutally handsome. Strong everything—jaw, nose, chin. His five-o-clock shadow couldn’t hide it. His hair was dark brown—messy, but clean. Questions began swimming in my head—a dark curiosity for the shadowy life this brutish man lived.
Why did he live down in solitary? Why did he suffer through the experimental drugs? The prying interest in his life swam in my head and I knew what it meant—there was another obsession beginning to develop in my mind. I shivered in pleasure, letting out a satisfied and giddy breath at the prospect of a new man in my life. It felt right. It felt complete. Orson, Baz, and Nemo. They were all my special men.
Poor Nemo had no idea. Baz didn’t either. They didn’t know I wasn’t like other people. That I was consumed with my interests and that my interests were them. How even now, just after a few brief encounters, I wouldn’t be able to let them go. They were mine now, buried in my head with no hope of coming out.
I hoped they didn’t betray me like Orson. I already had my plate full dealing with getting even with him. That was a fun frustration but it would be hard to balance getting revenge on more than one of them if they decided to be unruly against my love. Love? No, I wasn’t there yet with Baz and Nemo. It was just a seed in my mind. I barely knew them at all. I would though. Oh, I would.
Nemo’s eyes popped open, catching me looking at him. He must have seen something in my eyes—a fervent interest beyond sanity—because his eyebrows furrowed together in suspicion. I bit back the need to tell him that even big beastly men like him needed to watch out for girls like me. That all his muscle and power couldn’t save him from my disposition for obsession.
Mine, I thought. He’s mine.
“Have you fucked another woman since I’ve been here? Tell me who,” I demanded, feeling rage unfurl inside me. At least with Baz, I knew I didn’t have to worry. He’d made it clear he’d never fooled around with anyone. Nemo though… Nemo had been with women. I could certainly tell he knew what he was doing beyond animal instinct. And I was okay with that. I really was. But not if it was recent or current.
I didn’t mind what he and Baz did earlier. Actually, I really liked it. I was a part of it. It was us.
“What?” Nemo asked, looking suspicious. My fingers curled on his naked chest.
“Tell me,” I insisted, trying to sound less crazy than I was but I was burning up with the need to know. I’d kill her. I’d have to just to quiet this overpowering rage inside me. I tried to give a light-hearted smile, to encourage him to share but it must not have looked right because his eyebrows rose.
“No, I haven’t been with someone else since you’ve been here” he finally said. A big breath escaped me and all the tension in my body leaked out as I sagged against him.
“Get out,” he huffed. I rolled my eyes. Men were always so broody and strange. That was okay though. I wouldn’t judge the moods of my men. I had moods too. I hoped they could forgive me of mine just like I was doing of theirs. I was even going to forgive Orson for putting me here—but not until he was punished for betraying me. Once I got my revenge I could forgive him and things could be perfect.
I pulled out of bed and looked down at Nemo’s tan, muscular body. He wasn’t as leanly cut as Baz but he had a lot more muscle mass and strength. He was still cut too, lines between each muscle but they weren’t deep cutting lines. Nemo was fierce and powerful looking, no refinement at all.
“You heard Stein about tomorrow. About testing you again,” I said and Nemo sighed and looked up at me.
“And?”
“Do you really not want to fuck me?” I asked. He frowned, his eyes conflicted. “Or Baz?” I asked. His eyes jerked to mine and narrowed. I threw up my hands in surrender. “I don’t want to do anything with someone who isn’t actually willing,” I said and he sighed and turned over, facing away from me.
“It’s fine,” he grumbled.
“But what does that mean? I need some clarity here. It’s fine because you do want it or…” Or were the pheromones making him do things he didn’t want to do? That idea made me feel a little sick.
“Don’t worry about it,” he grumbled. Except I was worrying about it and needed to know.
“No, you need to tell me. I’m getting mixed signals,” I demanded. He was still facing the wall, being all broody. I could tell by how deeply he was breathing he was angry about me insisting. “I need to know,” I said again. He flipped over, sitting up in his bed, facing me.
“What do you want me to say? What are you trying to get me to admit? That I want to fuck you? Fine. I want to fuck you. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to throw you on the floor and sink myself deep inside your tight heat, right there in the middle of group therapy. I wanted everyone to watch my cock stretching you out, making you mine,” he growled out the last word and I shuddered. His dark eyes were raging, a storm inside them.
“And Baz?” I asked, knowing I was pushing him. He was already angry and any talk of Baz infuriated him. He snarled at my question.
“I fucking hate him.” He shot up and loomed over me. “What do you think you're doing with him? Fooling around? Are you fucking shitting me?”
“We’re being careful,” I said in outrage. We weren’t being careful but that didn’t seem important in this argument. Why was he suddenly acting so concerned? Did he really care? Could my newest obsession like me? He had just admitted he wanted me from the moment he saw me. I smiled.
“Careful?” He said in disbelief.
“You said it yourself, you hate him. Stop trying to turn me off him though. I like him, Nemo. Baz is special.” His eyes widened.
“Tell me why? Is it because he’s always lightening the mood? Is it because he smells like something exotic and dangerous? Is it because he’s nice but a little wild too? Is it because of how easy it is to be his friend and then to give in to what he wants because you want whatever he’ll give?” I looked at him oddly.
“Do you like him?” I asked.
“You’re making a mistake,” he said, ignoring my question.
“Because he’s venomous?”
“No, because he’s fucked up in the head. He’s charming and likable until you realize it’s skin deep.” He wrapped his big fingers around my shoulders, talking fervently in my face. It made me excited. “He keeps corpses in his room as company and he sees them as no different than me or you. He’ll kill you one day. He’ll do it and it will mean nothing to him. Your death is inevitable in his mind. Stay the fuck away from him or one day you’ll be the corpse in the wardrobe,” Nemo growled right in my face.
