P h s y c o t i c || Evan Peters LS ✔️ [ON HOLD]

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His raspy and deep voice shook me to the core, and I had to bite my lip to keep from rubbing my butt on his length and letting him do whatever he pleases to do with me.

Whoa. Can I chill??

"Babygirl," he tilts my head up again as I blush, and his mouth twitches into a smile of his own.

His dark eyes lurk on my face for a few more moments, as if memorizing my face- like he wouldn't see me again. I don't like that idea.

He studies me a second more before he drags his eyes down my neck, tilting my head to the side, and then down to my body and finally my legs. Or I hope that's where he was looking.

I blush as he looks back up to me, with the eyes of an animal and the lust of a teenager- which I suppose he should have considering he is a teenager.

I just couldn't process how he could be friends with those people, even sleep with some of them, and suddenly shoot them. Kill them. Massacre them.

I wonder if they know he did it.

Evan leans forward, knocking me out of my thoughts, and drops his hands to my waist, holding me in place while he shifts slightly and becomes chest-to-chest with me.

And let me tell you; chest-to-chest contact erupts a whole lot of heat within me.

His lips brush against my right ear like a whisper of a breeze, like a leaf falling to the ground, like a mother caressing her child.

His words, not so much.

"I want you to wear my shirts," his husky voice echoing for a moment, "you look absolutely mouth-watering in them."

When he pulls back, he smirks at my dark red cheeks. This only causes me to blush more.

"Plus I quite like seeing your body almost completely," he chuckles, "these shirts are so thin, I can practically make out the outline of your pretty little-"

I gasp and cross my arms across my body, trying to cover as much as possible.

He apparently did not like this motive.

His face turns into a scowl and he straightens his spine, towering over me even with me on his lap- which I currently do not want to be.

He grabs hold of my thighs and suddenly stands, causing me to gasp and grab onto his shoulders, slipping my fingers under the expensive fabric that makes up the fold of his suit collar.

My almost completely bare bottom drops onto the cold wood of his office desk, and he leans his palms flat against the wood beside my body.

He leans forward, towering me with only inches between our faces. My mind goes blank and my body goes rigid, almost as if awaiting him to tell me to do something so I can obey. Like a dog.

He doesn't scare me. He should, of course, but I just can't. I can't figure out how to be frightened by him. His sudden anger shocked me, yes, and maybe even made me kind of agitated but no it does not scare me.

"Do not hide yourself from me, little girl," he growls, "do you understand?"

My mouth, slightly agape clamps down as I gulp, probably visibly. How could he own so much power, much less manage it? He has to be some sort of CEO or someone with much, much power to dominate over so many people without a second thought or hesitation.

The way he spoke to the man on the phone, that couldn't have been anyone else but someone with a high ranking- someone no one would guess is a 18 year old killer.

An 18 year old killer with an obsessed girl he was currently towering over.

"Yes," I breathe, staring up at him with doe eyes.

His hands lift from their place on the table and settle on my thighs, before gently spreading them and grabbing ahold of them, dragging me to the edge of his desk.

He steps in between my legs and I bite my lip, suddenly uneasy.

His hand lifts again and drops to my chin, using his thumb to slide my bottom lip from between my lips.

My tongue involuntarily darts out of to wet my lips, before returning inside of my mouth.

"You aren't scared of me," he mutters, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, caressing my cheek.

"You told me you'd never hurt me." I reply, studying his face.

"No I haven't." He says, confusion drawn across his face, so much that his caresses have seized.

"Yes," I insist, nodding my head slightly as his confusion grows, "your eyes have."

Slowly, a grin spreads across his face- not too wide, not too small.

His other hand reaches my face and together, his hands pull my face forward gently.

I close my eyes and press my lips to his, the familiar peppermint taste invading my mouth once again. I swing my arms over his shoulders and pull him to me.

"Are you going to be a good girl and let me have my way with you?" He whispers huskily while moving his kisses across my jaw and down my neck, making a moan lift from my throat.

"Mm-mm." I object, a playful smirk on my face but my eyes still closed. His kisses stop and his arms tighten around me.

He growls back, the anger and frustration rolling off him in waves. His arms lock around me like a cage and he steps closer to me causing his shoulders to resemble something alike a wolf.

I bite my lip and open my eyes, looking up at his dark ones as they gaze down at me in a scowl.

"Fine," he grits through his teeth.

"Fine," I chirp mockingly back at him.

Oh my what a fun relationship this'll be.

Wait, relationship?

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