𝑴𝒚 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 | 𝟏𝟖+

~ what the f*ck🌶️~

Ruby's perspective

I press my back to my front door and slide onto the floor, tears brimming in my eyes.

"Fuck..." I whisper to myself, "How could I be so stupid?"

I squeeze my eyes closed as memories of earlier flood my brain.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I smack my hands onto my cheeks as they fume from embarrassment.

Ethan's moans flood my mind making my pussy tingle.

I let my head fall back against the door as I slip a hand in between my thighs.

I push my panties to the side and picture Ethan in the hallway with me.

I imagine his large hands spreading my legs as his warm breath touches my pussy.

I try to replicate the hot feeling of his tongue swirling around my clit.

I slide my hand around my neck as if he were choking me while eating me out.

I gasp as I quicken the pace, my body trembling from the memory of his hot touch.

Finally, my legs curve up as I cum while sitting pathetically on my hallway floor.

What the fuck.

I pat down my dress as I enter the room.

Ethan lays flat on his bed, one arm covering his eyes and the other on his stomach.

I notice his lack of clothes yet again but ignore it.

I sit on my office desk and pull out a psychology book: The Art of Psychopathy.

"You like that book?" His voice calls out.

I almost jump as I hear his footsteps approach.

"Y- yeah," I stutter out.

Fuck, don't freak out, don't let him have an effect.

He chuckles slowly. "The edges are falling apart," he whispers while running a finger along the pages.

"It's a well-loved book,"

"Why do you like it? It's about psychopaths."

I sigh. "I'm a psychologist because I like psychopaths, the way they think is intriguing."

"So you like me?" He asks with a grin.

I roll my eyes and go back to reading.

"Do you read often?"

"Reading is a part of my job."

He pouts. "Do you read anything fun?"

I slam the book closed and glare at him. "This is fun for me."

"And let me guess, your favourite not-textbook  is about the brain?" He says unamused.

"It is. It's about a man who mistook his wife for a hat and why."

He groans and dramatically faints. "Oh Lord, how could one enjoy such horrors,"

"Says the murderer," I mumble in reply.

Ethan places a hand on my shoulder and goosebumps spread across my skin.

"You're acting weird, doc,"

My jaw clenches as I think of a reply. "Just... busy,"

I finally look up into his honey eyes with a reassuring smile.

A smirk spreads across his lips as he leans in closer. "It's about yesterday, isn't it?"