The Psycho (The Soldiers of Anarchy 1)

Chapter Three

Adam

Ididn’t want to lose my shit, didn’t want to show that anything had affected my steel reinforced body armour. But fuck me, this girl was stunning. I’d never seen her before.

Why had I never seen her before?

I had no idea who she was, but I wanted to know. I wanted to know everything about her, and I had every intention of finding out. I found myself walking over to her, even though I had no recollection of telling my fucking legs to move. Was she some kind of siren? Because she was pulling me forward like a damn magnet, and that had never happened before, not with any girl. I didn’t know what was going on, but either way, I wasn’t fighting it. I didn’t know how to. How the fuck was I supposed to control something I couldn’t understand?

It fascinated me that a girl who’d never even spoken a word to me could make me feel this way, and I stared at her, lost to the hypnotic pull she had over me. Looking into her eyes, I felt a familiarity trickle through me, like I’d seen those eyes somewhere before. Then I felt a thump resonate through my whole body as I realised that her eyes were so familiar because they were like mine, full of defiance, challenging me, mocking me.

The way she put me on high alert, sparking every nerve to stand to attention, made me desperate for more. I wanted to get closer to her. Push her against the wall, bury my face into her neck and smell her, taste her, know what it felt like to be buried deep inside of her. I couldn’t care less that we were standing in this room full of sly fuckers. Since she’d appeared, they’d faded away. Funny, I’d thought my night was over, but it looked like the fun was just about to start.

I didn’t stop to think about what I’d say, I had no time for pointless bullshit, so I said to her, “Come outside,” making it crystal clear exactly what I wanted from her tonight. But she didn’t react. Didn’t even bother to look at me.

So, I moved a step closer to see what she’d do, test her resolve as I leant forward to smell her poker straight blonde hair. Would she gasp? Groan maybe? Would my being so close to her have the same effect on her body as it was having on mine? Did she feel like she’d been jolted to life by an electrical current to rival the strongest bolt of lightning?

The rest of the room was silent, and for all I cared, they’d left us alone and fucked off somewhere. It certainly felt like we were the only ones in the room. I closed my eyes for a split second to savour what the smell of her did to me. Sweet like cherries, or some shit that seemed to calm me down. I wanted this girl. I wanted her badly. But she wasn’t responding. No sound. No moan. Not even a flinch or movement to pull away from me. She was tempting me, goading me into ripping myself open even more to get her to play nice, and that didn’t sit right with me. I made the rules here. No one else.

“I said, outside. Now.” My voice had become strained, and it made me grit my teeth at how weak and desperate I sounded in my own mind. This girl needed to comply really fucking quickly before I lost all reason and my kill switch took over.

Why wasn’t she reacting?

Why was she just standing there like she’d been struck dumb?

I took a deep breath, ready to repeat myself, but I didn’t need to. In that instance, she jerked away from me as if the lightening I was feeling had only just hit her, and in the delay, she was only now feeling the after-effects.

So I did affect her.

Nice to know.

But when I looked into her face, I didn’t see wonder, or desire… Only disgust.

Her mouth twisted and her eyes pierced me as she spat back, “Like I’d go anywhere with you, you freak.” She spoke with more venom than most men who’d crossed my path, and I fucking loved it. The hatred she painted on her beautiful face only made me want to piss her off even more. Fury had always looked attractive to me on women, but on this girl, it was pure fucking fire.

I smiled to myself as I thought about all the fun I was going to have taming this one.

Game on, princess. Fight me all you want. I love it. I love the chase, but you’ll soon come to realise that I always win. It’ll make things interesting to know you won’t make it easy for me though. But when is anything worth having ever easy?

“Liv, don’t,” Finn’s girlfriend whispered across to her in warning, and I frowned.

Liv.

It didn’t suit her. I didn’t like it. But in my mind, I played the name over and over again like a riddle I was trying to solve. Liv, Livy, Livia, Olivia.

Olivia.

Now, that I liked.

“Don’t what?” Olivia laughed back, folding her arms over her chest, making her tits almost pop out of her dress. I had to stop myself from growling like a possessive caveman. “He’s a fucking creep.” She glared at me, and I glared right back. Seems I needed to teach this girl a lesson in manners.

“Liv,” I said, but right away, I knew that name would never cross my lips again. She could be Liv to them, but she wasn’t to me. My mind went into overdrive, playing out all the ways I could destroy their Liv. Make her crawl on her knees to me and then fuck that name right out of her. There’d be nothing left of their Liv once I’d finished with her. They all stood there, gawping at us like a bunch of idiots, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Olivia had been the only one in this room who’d genuinely stood up to me tonight. I was going to enjoy ruining her for any other guy.

“You’re not fucking funny,” she snarled at me. “I don’t know why you’re laughing.”