Call Me | American Psycho Reader Insert

Chapter 24

He stepped closer, his body heat radiating against her like a furnace. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending goosebumps down her arms. Selena's breath hitched as she felt the first stirrings of fear mingle with the excitement. She knew she should leave, knew that this wasn't right, but she was rooted to the spot, a moth drawn to the flame.

"Take off your dress," he ordered, his voice a velvet command that she couldn't resist. She complied, her hands shaking as she unzipped the black fabric, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but her underwear, her skin pale and vulnerable in the candlelight.

Y/N's eyes raked over her, a hunger in his gaze that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "On the bed," he said, his voice low and gruff. "On all fours."

Selena's heart raced as she complied, her legs trembling as she climbed onto the pristine white sheets. The bed was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat that was building within her. She felt the soft fabric of the bed beneath her knees as she positioned herself as he had instructed, the plush pillows cushioning her palms.

Y/N's eyes were on her, a predator's gaze that sent a shiver down her spine. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also strangely empowered. This was what she had signed up for, a night of excitement and danger wrapped in the guise of wealth and sophistication. She watched him in the mirror, his reflection a blur of power and desire as he approached the bed.

"Take off your bra and panties," he ordered, his voice a low, steady command that sent a thrill through her body. Selena's heart hammered in her chest as she reached behind her back, her fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare breasts to the cool air. She felt his eyes on her, a heat that seemed to sear her flesh.

With trembling hands, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties and slid them down her legs, the fabric catching on her heels before he pulled them off her. She was now completely exposed, the candlelight playing over her curves like a lover's caress. Y/N's gaze never left her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her vulnerability.

He positioned himself behind her, his heart racing with excitement. His erection, a testament to his dark desires, stood proudly against his thigh. He reached out, his hand caressing her back in a gentle, almost loving gesture that belied the monstrous urges that consumed him. He guided himself to her entrance, the anticipation making his breath catch in his throat.

With a single, fluid motion, he pushed into her, the sound of their bodies connecting echoing through the silent room like a gunshot. Selena gasped, her eyes widening in the mirror as she felt the fullness of him, the reality of her situation crashing down upon her. The fear was a living, breathing thing, a beast that roared within her, but it was too late to escape.

Y/N's promise of gentleness was a shattered illusion as he began to pound into her with a ferocity that was both exhilarating and terrifying. His grip on her hips was bruising, his fingers digging into her flesh like talons. With each thrust, he watched her in the mirror, his smile never faltering, his eyes gleaming with a madness that was as intoxicating as it was horrifying.

Selena's gasps and whimpers filled the room, a symphony of pain and pleasure that seemed to fuel his desire. He winked at the camera, a silent acknowledgment of his own depravity, his own sick thrill at the power he held over her. The sound of their bodies slapping together was a perverse music that echoed through the penthouse, a testament to the raw, animalistic nature of their encounter.

Y/N's muscles rippled as he thrust into her, his movements a dance of dominance and control. Each push was punctuated by a flex of his biceps, a subtle show of strength that was captured in high definition by the unblinking eye of the camera. His gaze remained locked on Selena's reflection, watching the play of emotions across her face as she struggled to reconcile the fear with the pleasure that his touch brought her.

Her gasps grew louder, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to process the sensations that were overwhelming her. Her body was a canvas for his desires, and he painted it with every stroke, every grunt of effort. His rhythm grew erratic as he approached climax, the sound of his breathing a harsh counterpoint to the gentle sigh of the wind outside the windows.

Selena felt the tension coil tighter within her, the line between pain and pleasure blurring into something new and terrifying. Her nails dug into the sheets, her body arching back to meet his, driven by instincts she didn't understand.

Y/N's grip on her hips tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes bore into hers in the mirror, the pupils dilated to black pools of desire. With a final, brutal thrust, he reached his peak, filling her with a warmth that was as disturbing as it was thrilling. His body tensed, muscles rippling like a sculpture come to life before he slumped over her, his breath hot against her neck.

Selena's body trembled beneath him, the waves of pleasure receding to leave behind a cold, empty feeling. She could feel the stickiness between her thighs, a stark reminder of what had just occurred. Yet, she couldn't find the strength to push him away, her limbs leaden with a strange mix of satisfaction and dread.

Y/N pulled out of her with a wet sound that made her cringe, his cock glistening with the evidence of their union. He stepped away from the bed, his reflection in the mirror a picture of post-coital satisfaction. He grabbed a towel from the chair beside the bed and wiped himself clean, the act as casual as if he were wiping sweat from his brow after a workout.