Page 101 of Little Psycho

“Because I have the information you’ll need.They’ve got eyes everywhere and ears all around.You’ll need me to guide you through this, Calista, to help you understand what you’re truly dealing with.”

For a moment, the knife wavers in my grasp.The urge to end him now, to rid myself of the burden, is strong.But the sense of hope—the chance that I could turn this around—pulls me back from the steep edge.Already having heard enough, I shrug, leaning in close so my lips are pressed against the shell of his ear.

“You’re wrong, Stew,” I whisper, licking his lobe and pressing the point of the knife into the bulging vein on the side of his neck.“I don’t need you—or anyone—for shit.”

With great force, I plunge the sharp knife into the artery in his neck, a gush of warm blood spurting out all over my hand.

For a moment, I just sit on his lap, frozen, watching him bleed out while I try to process everything he just told me.Maybe I did need him, but I couldn’t take the chance of him betraying me and running his mouth to the wrong people.He had to die.And besides, I was craving another kill already.

Coming to my senses, a new spark ignites within me—a dangerous thrill that silences the doubts whispering in my ear and the voices rambling in my head.This is fucking war, and if I’m going to survive, I need to make sure my next move counts for something.

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The crisp scentof snow fills the night air, sending a delightful tingle through my nose as I breathe deeply.With my bloodstained hand, I light a cigarette, craving the comforting touch of nicotine to soothe my racing anxiety.The bitter residue of my zanex lingers on my tongue, and I savor it, knowing that in minutes, a wave of calm will wash over me, easing my inner turmoil.

Thick, threatening clouds glide across the dark velvet sky rather quickly, obscuring the bright stars as they struggle to break through the oppressive gloom.A chilling wind stirs, slicing through my bones like a sharpened knife, yet I embrace the discomfort, needing the jolt to remind me that I’m still fucking here, and free.But for how much longer?

As I approach the guys apartment, a deep silence envelopes the streets around me; the lively pulse of the city lies dormant, much like everyone else.Choosing to remain unseen, I tread carefully around the building, clad in black to avoid detection in case anyone is watching.

Spotting an open window leading into Killian’s room, I hoist myself onto the ledge and slip inside, landing softly beside his bed, where he lies in a peaceful sleep, snoring gently, his bare, muscular chest rising and falling.

The intricate ink—both black and colorful—decorates his body like a beautiful canvas, catching my eye, illuminated by the faint light streaming in from outside.My gaze is drawn to a tattoo etched over his heart—like Dom’s—my name with a stabbed, bleeding heart, an emblem I had never noticed before.Do they all have my name tattooed on themselves?

A swell of warmth fills my heart at the unspoken, unnoticed gesture, and I find myself entranced as I undress, leaving my bag and bloodied clothes ina careless heap beside his bed.Climbing in, I feel the mattress dip as I scoot closer, and I reach over, my black painted nail tracing over my name on his soft skin.

“Where have you been?”Killian’s sleepy, raspy voice cuts through the silence, making the fog in my mind dissipate.

“I had something to take care of,” I tell him, feeling unusually vulnerable as he reaches over and curls his arm around my body, hugging me close.

“I was worried about you, Cali.And fuck, I missed the shit out of you,” he admits, his eyes still closed as I stare at his face and the saddened expression now crossing it.

He rolls on top of me, pinning my body to the bed with his.Brushing the hair out of my face, he smiles, his sleepy eyes staring into mine.Reaching around to his back, I rake my nails downward, claiming my territory with deep red scratches that don’t seem to phase him in the slightest.Slowly dipping his head, our lips eventually meet, and our tongues tangle in a heated, overdue dance of passion and desire.

I can feel myself breaking down, my walls crumbling, and the armor around my heart slowly thinning; it hurts and feels phenomenal at the same time, confusing the shit out of me.

Instead of having to feel, I deepen the kiss, raking my nails up and down his back as he settles between my legs, fitting like a puzzle piece.I can feel tears welling in my eyes, so I squeeze them tighter, afraid to look at him as his lips move away from mine, kissing a hot trail down my neck and making goosebumps prick all over my skin.Nothing is said as we savor the moment, his mouth continuing to descend my body, kissing his way over my breasts, down my stomach, and stopping right below my belly button.

I still don’t open my eyes.

“Calista, look at me,” he says, his chin resting on the mound of my pussy while his fingers teasingly dance along my hips.

I can’t bring myself to open my eyes, so I shake my head and lie here, expecting him to give up and roll off of me.But he doesn’t.

“That’s okay.As much as I want to see your beautiful eyes watching me while I eat this pretty cunt, I can manage without them,” he hums, peppering kisses all over my freshly shaved skin.

He gently pushes my thighs open, keeping his hands pressed firmly in my skin to make sure they’re planted to the mattress, blowing a slow, tantalizing breath on my pussy and making my clit throb.

I still don’t open my eyes.I can’t bring myself to do it for some reason.

“Just wait, pretty girl.I’ll have you begging me to fuck you real soon, and then I bet you’ll have your eyes open,” he chuckles, swirling his tongue around my clit, flicking my piercing with the tip.

My back arches slightly, and my legs shake as he does it again, his breath hot like fire against my flesh.A rush of pleasure courses through me, igniting every nerve ending within.I can’t deny what’s happening, yet I still cling to the shadows of my vulnerability, as if hiding from the very sensations that are coaxing me into surrender.

He senses it, I know—Killian always knows.

“Don’t fucking hide from me, Calista,” he murmurs against my pussy as his tongue dips in and out of me, his voice low and sultry, vibrating through my core.“I can feel you battling with yourself, and I promise that you’re safe with me—with us.”

I want to protest, to fight against the urges, but each flick of his tongue and every subtle shift of his body above mine pulls me deeper into an abyss of sensation where all I want is him.Slowly, I allow the tension in my body to relent, my breathing becoming a shallow series of gasps as he continues his invigorating exploration with his tongue.

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