Dangerous Psychos
A rough hand covers my mouth, muffling my cry of surprise when I'm pushed against the fence. A muscular thigh pushes between my legs, and I stare at a red eyed Haeden.
"Haeden?" It comes out on a heavy exhale.
His pupils dilate, and I squirm against him as he presses even closer.
"Fuck," he mutters. He roughly tangles his fingers into my hair and I cry out in pain. He tilts my head back not once loosening his hold on me. He leans in and forces his tongue down my throat.
I gasp. He produces a deep groan that vibrates through me. I whimper when he bites my bottom lip. He tilts my head and licks a trail up the length of my neck.
"Haeden," I whisper, my voice thick. He finds my pulse and sucks, teeth grazing along my tendons.
"Do you know how much I hate you?" he hisses into my ear, "Yet here I am, going crazy after seeing you dance with Ivy like that." His voice is husky. I gasp when he bites me, the points of his teeth digging into my skin.
"We were just dancing," I whisper.
He scoffs and presses his knee tighter against me. "You're fucking adorable, but you must be a niave little bitch if you think that didn't affect me, Stone, or Kingston," he growls into my ear.
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Ariella went from prized virgin to psycho pariah in less than a day. Her father, the Pastor of a church, mass murders a group of it’s members. She's the one to catch him red handed, literally.
She becomes an outcast, with a target pinned to her. Making unlikely friends with delinquents, Ariella gives a sacrifice.
Psychopathy is hereditary. Stone, Haeden, and Kingston just want to see if it's true.
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