Wickedly Sweet (Wickedly Psychos Collection, #1)

by Steph Macca

To all my bad bitches who live vicariously through smut books. This one is for you. Because while we wouldn't necessarily want to be fucked with a knife, we sure as shit want to read about it.

THIS DEDICATION. Yes. Yes we do.

Especially when I found him balls deep inside his new female best friend. You know, the one he told me not to worry about. It's a sensitive topic. The fucker tried to gaslight me, telling me he has needs. Apparently, respecting my body and decisions was not an option.

BuT wHaT aBoUt My PeNiS? Good riddance to the ex

As far as I'm concerned, he no longer exists in my world, and he is free to put his dick in a blender.

Word. I gotta start saying this lol

But, there's a reason villains are often painted as hot, seductive men. It's because women like me exist. And we want to scream in more ways than one.

Amen sister. Gimme 50 shades of morally grey

Confidence starts to fill me as I fuck myself a little faster, and my eyes close as I fall down the rabbit hole. Quite literally.

LOL I live for the rabbit puns

Brax's lips reach my ear, his breath making me shiver as he gently kisses my earlobe. "I respect you too much to take advantage of you right now. But mark my words. If we cross paths again in the dark, you better run. Because we will catch you, and when we're finished with you, we're going to ruin you in the best way possible."

BRB SWEATING AND KNEES SHAKING

"You can stop us at any time," he reminds me. "But, we did promise you that you would be ours if we caught you. And we fully plan on keeping that promise."

Shivers. Delicious shivers

"That's a good girl. I want you to come on our knife," he whispers, his thumb drawing circles around my clit.

I'm on the (knife) edge of glory, aka orgasm

I fall into a world of dreams containing neon masks and red rope.

Puuurrrrr

Tyler rolls his eyes. "Sure, it doesn't. What are baby sisters for, if not to annoy?" They are there to fuck your best friends.

Word dog

He probably assumes I'll try to run and hide, and ordinarily he'd be right. But something has shifted in me now. There was something about last night that changed and solidified things for me.

Once you let your brother's friends dick you down in a Halloween maze, your bravery does increase. Junk punch your ex

I've spent most of that time in my room, buried in cliterature as I try not to think about the witch hunt.

Cliterature-ception!

"There," he mutters, pulling back slightly. "Now, we've marked you. You're ours." Brax hums in agreement, his hand caressing my thigh. "Ours."

Its what you want but there’s TWO of them