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.

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."

"Ladies first." "What a gentleman," I taunt, pushing the heavy door open. Brax follows me inside, his voice lowering so only I can hear. "Ladies always go first, in every sense."

Peace… a weird concept to associate with death, but I guess that's why they call it resting in peace.

"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…"

"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."

"You would let us?" he asks slowly. "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?"

"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."

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

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

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

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

"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."

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

Small droplets of blood follow, dripping down my chest and falling onto my stomach. It's not a huge cut, maybe only an inch, but it feels like my soul is leaving my body through the wound. I'm going straight to Hell with a first class ticket.

"You look so beautiful when in ruins."

The hunters in the crowd cheer, while the witches laugh enjoying the attention. I guess I can relate. It definitely wasn't bad being caught at all.

I just lost my virginity in the most delish way, on my favorite day of the year. He doesn't exist in my world, and I'll be damned if I let him take this from me.

Is it still murder if I have a reasonable excuse?

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.

Nate: You're absolutely perfect. We can't believe you gave us the honor of being your first. Let's talk soon.

"Oh, babe. Don't you worry. The only way you'll be coming between us is when we're all naked and making you scream our names."

"Such a pretty girl," Brax says, standing back to admire his work. "I'd love to have you like this all day. God, I can see your pussy getting wet already."

"Our perfect girl. I bet you taste just as good too."

"This pussy belongs to us," he says, his spare hand pulling off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. "And one day soon, your ass too."

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

"Our pretty little ruined Red." "I'm not ruined yet," I try to argue, giving them a smile. "We'll see about that," Brax says, untying my legs and pulling the duct tape off my wrists.