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

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A D E L I N E

"Who are you, then?" I ask, looking up from my spinning cereal to look at Evan.

My legs cross beneath me, as I sit on a leather stool at Evan's island in the kitchen- himself resting against the stove in front of me, leaning his back on it with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face.

"What do you mean, darling?" He replies, quirking an eyebrow at me before slowly letting it fall evenly beside his other.

"Your demeanor. The way you act, like you're someone very important. You carry yourself like you have a lot of power over a lot of people." I summarize, watching as Evan quietly makes his way closer to me, rounding the island, as I speak.

Once he stops in front of me, he flattens his palms on the marble counters, caging me in, and brings his face close to mine.

The distance between our faces forces me to resist to touch him, causing him to growl. He leans forward and once there's only about two or three centimeters left between us, he whispers huskily;

"That's because I do."

His cocky smirk makes me roll my eyes, and not playfully either.

Apparently, not to his liking.

His fingers rise and tighten around my chin, holding my head in place as he lifts it to look into his eyes.

"Do you have something you want to say?" He asks, deadly calm.

I gulp and stare up at him with wide eyes, not in fear but instead, in anticipation.

"Answer me." He barks, his eyes narrowing slightly at me. Shivers run through my body at his tone.

I lick and bite my bottom lip, before slowly cracking my mouth open to speak, holding back a smirk myself.

"You look hot when you smirk."

It's his turn to roll his eyes, and my body fills with nerves when I realize he didn't buy my bait.

His hand leaves my face, much to my disappointment, only to reattach to my waist with his other hand and throw me over his shoulder.

I let out a squeal but he doesn't let up, walking up the stairs to his bedroom with an angry look on his face.

I bite my lip, my hair hanging over my face due to being upside down. I squeeze my legs together, trying to stop the coursing excitement that runs through my veins.

He bursts through his doorframe and throws me onto the bed, kicking his door closed with a loud slam.

He stalks toward me while shedding his shirt, throwing it onto the floor. He climbs onto me, his body sliding against mine causing sparks to soar wildly.

He growls and uses his right hand to hold himself off of me, and with his left hand he grabs my chin and pushes it up, exposing my neck to him.

He lowers his head and begins to litter kisses across it, making me moan.

He bites down dominantly on my neck, hard enough to prove himself, but not hard enough to hurt me but instead- bring me pleasure.

"Apologize." He growls darkly, his voice booming loudly yet calmly from above me, using his left hand and move down and harshly grab my bum, surely leaving a hand print I'm willing to show off.

"I'm sorry.." I whisper, desperate for more.

"Continue." He barks, moving his lips up my throat and to the underside of my chin.

"I am sorry for rolling my eyes, daddy."

I feel his lips curve into a smirk against my skin, his teeth poking out to tease me, making me whine softly.

"Please.." I whimper, lifting my hands to touch him but his right hand darts out to hold both of mine down securely above my head.

"Please, what?" He growls again, leaving a trail of love bites down my neck and shoulders painfully slow.

He flips us, causing me to settle across his lap, straddling him while he pulls my hot body closer to his.

I raise my hands to his head, tugging on his hair while he bites down gently on my throat.

He continues to tease me, while I take my mind of anything that could be what he is searching for.

"Please Evan.."

It only takes that one word to come out of my mouth for him to completely lose it..