Wickedly Sweet (Wickedly Psychos Collection, #1)

by Steph Macca

Maybe I'm sick and twisted. 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.

"I see. Well, I'll be sure to pass on the message when I've finished pounding her and making her scream my name until her throat is hoarse. Bye now."

"You're trouble,"

"Am I?" Brax responds innocently. "Or am I just the devil in disguise?"

"I want someone to take control. Fight me… scare me. I want it to hurt so that I feel everything. I want a little bit of pain and fear. I just want someone to fuck me like I'm not some young, broken-hearted girl. I want them to see me as their equal, enough to handle them. I want to be marked and tormented so that I know I'm theirs…"

"That's intense. But fucking hot." "Yeah,"

Find someone who will treat you right, make you scream, and feel frustrated for the right reasons."

"What? Like you?"

"If we weren't drunk right now, I'd show you exactly what Nate means." My heart misses a beat as I try to decipher if I heard him correctly. "What do you mean?" He shrugs. "I'd push you back against Steven McKing's tombstone there, rip off your pants, and make you scream so loud with my tongue that you wake the dead."

"I'd probably let you."

"You would let us?"

"You would let me fuck you with my mouth, erasing all memories of that asshole, until all you can think of is how hard you've come for me?"

"Yes."

"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."

"Trick or treat, Red…"

"Any time you want to stop, all you have to do is tap your hand or foot three times,"

"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."

"Do you trust us, babe?"

"I can't wait to taste you. It's been on my mind since the cemetery last night,"

I can barely breathe and it should scare me, yet all I can think about is how much I want it.

"I bet she's getting so wet for us,"

"She's dripping already," he says, swirling around my arousal. "Our good little slut."

"Jesus, she's fucking clenching me so tight,"

He tips his mask up, locking eyes with me, as he slips his fingers into his mouth. "So sweet. The perfect Halloween treat."

"Ours," he whispers, before shoving his tongue between my folds.

"Easy, babe. You'll come when I say you come."

"You bleed so well for us. I bet you come even better."

"That's a good girl. I want you to come on our knife,"

"Fucking hell. You're perfect, Audrey,"

"I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

"Do...

"Keep your eyes on me. I want to see your face as Nate takes your innocence."

"Deep breaths. You've got this,"

"Good girl," Brax whispers, holding my gaze. "Fuck, look at how well you're taking him. Just like we knew you would."

"You feel amazing, Audrey. It's taking all my willpower not to fuck you senseless."

"More,"

"Eyes on me, Aud," Brax commands. "Or I'll have to punish you." "How?"

"I'll have to fuck your mouth."

"Do it," he says to Brax, thrusting a little harder. "She can take it."

"Jesus, you'll be the fucking death of me,"

"Do you want my cock?"

"I hope you're ready. Because now, we're going to have some real fun."

"That's it, baby. Take us both," Brax says, his eyes on my face.

"Come for me, Aud,"

"Swallow me."

"Put your arms around my head,"

"Sit down on his cock."

"Like that, Aud. Ride him."

I'm going straight to Hell with a first class ticket.