Toxic

by Nicole Blanchard

To all the good girls who want to be railed by a psychopath

“Fucking doesn’t have to be personal to be effective.”

“Did someone hurt you, little mouse?”

“I wanna give it to you, Tessa.” The tempo of his hips slows, and I nearly scream. “Let me give it to you.”

“Open up for me, Tessa, and I’ll give you what you need,”

“You can’t keep me here forever.” “I can,” he says. “And I will.”

“I’ll let you kill me later, just let me hold you.”

“Fine! Fine! One. I mean it, Gracin. One kiss and nothing else or I swear to God I will kill you and they’ll never find the body.” “Don’t tease me,”

Color me shocked. Gracin just admitted to being worried about me.

“It wasn’t your fault. It was mine, and I promise I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you.”

“Whatever you say.” He considers me for a second. “Why can’t you be like this all the time?” “What fun would that be?”

If I thought he was good at kissing, he’s infinitely more talented at licking pussy.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.”

Maybe I’m the goddamned villain.

Call me crazy, but the sight makes my heart go pitter-pat, and my girly parts light up like the Fourth of July.

“You better be glad you’re hurt. If you weren’t, I would rip your balls off with my bare hands.” “I think I’ve been a bad influence on you,”

I realized when you came running into the room, and Danny turned the gun on you that I didn’t want to spend another day that didn’t have you in it. Letting you leave would be doing just that, so I’ll chain your ass to the bed if I must to keep you in my life.”

“I wouldn’t let you go,” he says against my lips, “but I’d spend every day convincing you to stay.”

Patience, little mouse.”

“Shh, I’ve got you,”

“Not so fast, little heathen.”