How to Date a Psychopath

Rule #6 Always Listen to What They are Saying

An hour later I was screaming at Atlas that I had kicked his ass. We were the only ones left in the building except for the tired middle aged bartender who looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"You are a cheat!" Atlas said pointedly.

"You can't cheat in foosball!"  I countered.

"You distracted me with your beauty." I narrowed my eyes at him. He smiled brightly.  He moved around the table in my direction.

"Stay away from me maniac!" I hissed trying to keep on a straight face.  He gave me a sexy smile with sinister sewn through it. My only escape was the bathroom to his left. If I could just make a quick dash to it. I would be home free. I gave Atlas one last look then took off. I was in his strong arms, confined, imprisoned in a split second. I tried to wiggle out of his strong grasp.

"Look at me." I looked to his black shoes then to the bartender who was fast asleep. "Look at me." He ordered in a more stern tone. The way he said sent a chilling tremor down my spine. I looked slowly up into his frozen blues. "You cheated." My eyes widened. He had to be kidding me. I didn't but he apparently had a intense winning fetish.

"Fine, I cheated."

"Thank you butterfly." He said and let me go.

"Ass..." I hissed lowly, shooting daggers at him. "I'm going to go play pinball. A one person game that doesn't include Atlas Knight." I growled moving to the pinball machine. I pushed in a coin. I began playing trying to ease off the irritation that Atlas had formed. A familiar sharp scent attacked my senses as arms wrapped around my waist. Our reflections shone on the glass of the pinball machine.

"Are you mad at me, Butterfly?" His hot breath tickled my ear. I didn't reply. "Do you want me to apologize?" He went on in a low tone.

"That would be nice..." I countered honestly.

"Are you being truthful?" He whispered in concern. He placed a low kiss on the nape of my neck. A heated rush took over my body. I involuntarily tilted my head and inhaled deeply. More wet kisses were given to my skin. It was then when I gave notice to his erection against the lower of my back.

"I want you...to a-apologize." My voice was unsteady. One of his hands tightened on my waist while the other molded one of my breasts.

"What...do you want?" His voice came out a accented breath. His thumb began kneading my hard nipple through the fabric.

Unease and desire washed through me. "Uh..." He squeezed tightly making me arch my body forward. "I..." A soft gasp caught my throat as his other hand joined in on the fun. Kneading, pushing and massaging.

"What...do...you want?" He moaned out against my neck. His voice was a hoarse growl that sent trembling desire through me. He began pushing his member into my ass, grinding and creating friction. Desire shot through my body as every part of my body burned.

"I want you...to kiss me." I breathed. His hands disappeared and he spun me around encasing our lips in a rush. His tongue trailed across my lips asking for access which I granted. His tongue met mine in a fit of allure. Our tongues mashed against each other in a battle of scorching dominance. My hands found its way into his smooth hair and his to the sides of my hip gripping them tightly. He leaned into me making me lean back until the point I had to pull his hair slightly to keep from falling. He growled into my mouth and bit my bottom lip. Something wicked sparked inside of us. Our bodies began to crush heatedly into each other. I wanted to rip his clothing off. I wanted him to take me. Wait, what?

His lips left mine and moved to my neck placing small bites here and there.

"You two! Out. Now!" An angered voice yelled from behind. I pulled away from Atlas looking to the man at the bar. His eyes were red. He was tired. It was 4  AM on Monday morning. Who wouldn't be tired? "Go home and fuck there." He growled.