PSYCHOPATHS [+18] SCREAM

Chapter 7

Billy's POV

I wake up on my side with Amara in my arms, inhaling her scent I pull her closer to me. I haven't slept this well in ages, I wanted to wake up every day to this, but I knew I couldn't.

Flashes of me between her thighs invaded my thoughts. I just wanted to scare her but when she pulled that dagger out on me I wanted to take her then and there.

I pull her closer ready to fall back to sleep but I suddenly hear her whimpering and moving away from me, it looked like she was having a nightmare. I lightly tap her, getting no response so I try again.

In a flash, she's on top of me straddling me breathing heavily with scissors pointed at my heart. I look up at her shocked and a bit turned on. "Angel?" She didn't respond, her eyes looked as if she was in another place. I slowly, gently cup her cheek. She snaps out of it pulling back from me leaning up. "Billy." she breathes out in relief.

I nodded wondering what could've had her so scared. She looks at the scissors in her hands and then back at me. "Sorry," she mumbles holding her head while sitting her scissors on the nightstand.

"It's okay, bad dream?" I ask trying not to focus on how good she feels on top of me.

"More like a bad memory haunts me every once in a while."  I nod in understanding, I often relive the kill in my dreams all over again, it was euphoric.

"Wanna talk about it," I asked leaning up against the headboard, pulling her closer by her hips. She holds on to my shoulders blushing, "I've done enough venting don't you think?" she brooded probably recalling our conversation last night.

"No," I cooed gripping her hips. I feel the air shift with our tension for each other. She looked down at my lips her eyes shifting with lust every bone in my body was telling me to take her right here right now. "Billy," she says in a light warning voice.

I love the way my name sounds coming from her lips. "Say my name again," I beg lowly my lips almost touching hers.

A knock on the door interrupts us, I sigh irritated that our moment was ruined again, Amara climbs off me, making me feel cold. "Come in Mom."

I quickly dive off the bed hiding behind her canvases and stuffed animals. She gives me a bewildered look before putting her attention back to the door opening.

"Morning I have breakfast downstairs." She says walking in and looking around "Where did Billy go?"

I poke my head from the side of her bed, "how did  you know I was here?" She laughs shaking her head

"I walked into you two cuddling when I got home."

I scratch my neck embarrassed. "Oh," she smiles, not affected. She always knew about my feelings for her daughter.