Call Me | American Psycho Reader Insert

Chapter 23

The anticipation grew with every tick of the clock, the gleaming surfaces of the apartment a silent testament to the horrors that had occurred just hours before. The tension in the air was palpable, a living, breathing entity that danced around the edges of Y/N's consciousness. He paced the floor, his mind racing with thoughts of the encounter to come, the thrill of the hunt melding with the fear of discovery.

The doorbell chimed, a sharp, discordant note that pierced the silence like a knife. Y/N's heart skipped a beat, his hand tightening around the phone. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding with the effort of controlling his racing pulse. He walked to the door, his bare feet whispering against the cold marble.

When he opened it, a woman stood before him, her eyes a soft brown that seemed to swallow the light. She was dressed in a simple black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, her hair a cascade of chestnut waves that fell down to her shoulders. "Good evening," she murmured, her voice a sultry invitation.

Y/N's eyes took in every inch of her, his heart pounding in his chest. He stepped aside, allowing her to enter the apartment with a gallant sweep of his arm. "Please, come in," he said, his voice a gentle command.

The woman's gaze lingered on his bare chest for a moment before she met his eyes. He watched as she took in the opulence of the penthouse, her pupils dilating with a mix of curiosity and greed. She was perfect, a canvas for his twisted desires. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice a sweet symphony of submission.

Y/N leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers as he took her hand in his. His grip was firm, yet gentle, as he raised it to his lips. His kiss was a promise, a seductive whisper against her skin that sent a shiver down her spine. "Would you do me the honor of telling me your name?" he asked, his voice a velvet caress.

The woman's breath caught in her throat, the warmth of his breath against her hand sending a wave of heat through her body. She felt a thrill of danger, a delicious edge of fear that only added to the allure. "I'm Selena," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N's smile grew, his eyes glinting with a predatory light. "Selena," he repeated, rolling the name around his mouth like a fine wine. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

He led her through the apartment, the soft click of her heels on the marble a seductive counterpoint to the pounding of his heart. The lights were dimmed, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows that danced on the walls like silent sentinels. Selena's eyes were wide, her breath shallow, as she took in the opulent surroundings.

In the bedroom, the king-sized bed was made with crisp, white sheets, the pillows plumped to perfection. The scent of expensive cologne hung in the air, a heady mix that made Selena's head spin. Y/N closed the door behind them with a soft click, the sound echoing through the apartment like the closing of a tomb.

"Would you like a drink, Selena?" he asked, his voice a hypnotic purr. He walked to the bar cart in the corner, the gleaming bottles of liquor a silent testament to his wealth and sophistication. Selena nodded, her eyes never leaving him as he poured her a glass of champagne, the bubbles a shimmering promise of a night she would never forget.

He handed her the flute with a graceful flourish, his fingertips brushing against hers. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of anticipation through her body. She took a sip, the cold liquid bubbling over her tongue and down her throat. It was a taste of decadence, a preview of the evening to come.

As they talked, Y/N moved to the corner of the room, his eyes never leaving Selena's. With a casual move, he began setting up a camera on a tripod, the metallic clicks and whirs a big contrast to the soft murmur of their conversation. She watched him, curiosity piqued, as he adjusted the lens and checked the lighting.

"What's the camera for?" she asked, her voice a whisper of intrigue.

Y/N's smile grew wider, his eyes darkening with excitement. "It's for us, Selena," he said, his tone a blend of excitement and challenge. "I've always had a...creative side. I like to capture moments of beauty, and I find that the rawest form of beauty is intimacy. Would you mind if we made a little...home movie?"

Selena's eyes widened, the bubble of fear in her chest growing with every word. She took another sip of the champagne, the bubbles popping on her tongue as she considered her options. She knew what he was asking, knew the kind of night she was walking into. Yet, there was something about him that was irresistible, a dangerous allure that called to the darkest parts of her soul.

"I...I've never done anything like that before," she said, her voice a tremulous whisper.

Y/N's smile grew more predatory, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "All the more reason to try," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I promise, you'll enjoy it. Besides, it's just between us. Our little secret."

Selena took another sip of champagne, the tremble in her hand betraying her fear. Yet, she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins at the thought of being the star of his twisted show. She nodded, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop them. "Okay," she breathed. "But only if you're gentle."

Y/N's smile grew wider, a shark's grin in a sea of calm. He took the flute from her trembling hand and set it down on the dresser with exaggerated care. "Of course," he murmured, his voice a gentle promise that sent a shiver down her spine. "Gentle as a lamb."