Page 48 of Little Psycho

Once we’re waist deep, Dom turns to face me, putting his hands on my hips and gently pulling me against him, the water splashing around us.I can see the pain hidden in his eyes from the secret he holds close to his heart—the one about his father.I smile, reaching out to clutch the waistband of his swim trunks, hearing my pulse thumping in my ears.

Although my heart is breaking for him, I keep smiling, a silent reassurance that I’ll always be here for him.He returns my smile, letting me know that he knows that I’m here.

“I love you, Calista,” he says, and he leans in, his mouth mere inches from mine.

“I love you too, Dom,” I whisper, surprised I’m able to find my voice in the sea of emotions rushing through me.

And then he kisses me softly, his lips grazing mine as his tongue gently delves into my mouth with eager thrusts.I kiss him back for the first time, at a loss for words about what’s happening.The kiss seems to last for a few minutes, but in reality, it’s probably seconds—seconds of pure bliss.And by the time we’re forcing our mouths apart, he has a noticeable blush on his cheeks that is identical to mine.

“Wh… what was that for?”I nervously stutter, touching my fingertips to my lips, savoring the tingling sensation that’s making them numb.

He shrugs, gliding his thumbs over my hip bones, his touch setting my body on fire.“I’ve been wondering what you taste like…”

“And?”I grin, waiting patiently for his answer.

“And I loved it.Sweet, like vanilla but fruity, like strawberry.Fucking delicious.”He winks, his fowl mouth making me feel things that I’ve never felt before, especially for him.

“It’s my lip gloss,” I laugh, instinctively licking my lips as his eyes dart right to them.

All I can think about is how I had my first kiss and I’m only twelve.Does that make me a whore?If mother knew, that’s what she’d call me.

I shake off the feelings of regret and look into Dom’s eyes, seeing nothing but the truth swirling inside them.

“Mark my words, Cali, one day you and me are going to be together, and nothing will be able to tear us apart.I need you,” he says, lowering his voice as the waves begin to rock the water harder.“You need me too—we need each other.We can fix each other.When I’m with you, all my pain goes away and I forget about all the bad things in my life.I never want that feeling to go away.”

Speechless, I step into his embrace, resting my cheek on his wet, bare chest, hugging him tightly.“This feeling will never go away, Dom.I promise.”

—PRESENT DAY?—

Shaking the memory of my first kiss out of my head—way the fuck out—my focus snaps back to the dark room just feet away from me.Looking into the window, I see no movement anymore, but the soft glow of the TV as it flickers and bounces off the walls still remains.

With my mask on and the red LED lights helping me get into the zone, I stand up from my hiding place, wiping the dirt and leaves off my ass.I keep my bag hidden in the bushes, not wanting to leave a trace of myself behind inside.

Knife in hand and a gun safely tucked in the front of my waistband, I take slow, deliberate steps toward my destination.My breathing grows rapid and my palms begin to sweat, which isn't usual when I do something like this.I don’t know if it’s the memory with Dom or what, but I can tell I’m slightly slipping off my game.Still, I continue my walk, determined to cross Judge Hayden Wilson’s name off my list.

Instead of sneaking in through his bedroom window, I opt for the one beside it, slightly opened, the room pitch black inside.I push it open the rest of the way, carefully climbing in.Luckily, there’s nothing in my path to trip over, and before I know it, I’m standing in the hallway of his mansion, paused just outside of his slightly ajar bedroom door.

“You can do this, Cali.”I turn my head to see Addy beside me, a wicked look in her big brown eyes.

I roll mine, refusing to acknowledge her.She only shows up when she feels like it, and lately, she’s never around when I fucking need her.

The pressure is on, but I can’t let myself get distracted now, not after everything I’ve been through.I need to focus on the task at hand.Taking a deep breath, I slowly begin to push the door open, trying to make as little noise as possible.The sound of footsteps inside the room makes me freeze in place.I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I grip the knife tighter in my hand, bracing myself for the worst.But as I stare at the sleeping form of the judge, curled up in a ball under a flat sheet on his bed, a flood of relief washes over me.I quickly move toward the bed, the knife raised above my head.

Staring down at him, memories of the night I spent with him begin to rush back, threatening to cripple me right fucking here.I breathe, trying to gather myself before I make a mistake that could cost me.The feeling of his hands all over my body makes me cringe, and even though I know it’s just a memory, the areas of my body that he hit, slapped, burned, and bit begin to ache tremendously, starting a full-body shiver that makes my fucking teeth chatter.

As tears begin to fall down my cheeks, I suck in a deep breath and lower the knife, making a quick, clean slice across his throat from ear to ear.The judge’s eyes quickly fling open as blood pours from the gash, soaking his shirt and the sheet beneath him instantly.The look on his face—a look of pure horror—brings a smile to my face, and the nerves inside me begin to dissipate.

“Now lie there like a good boy while I look around your room to see what you’ve got that we can have fun with,” I tell him as I lean over his body, whispering while I run my gloved fingers through his hair.

Walking around his massive room, impeccably clean, my eyes roam over every object they come across.Finally, my gaze lands on a set of weights, and a devious grin tugs at the corners of my lips.I pick one up and slide the weights off until I’m holding just the metal bar they slide onto.

“This will do,” I mutter, loud enough for him to hear, remembering what he did to me the night he bought me on my birthday.

He sodemized me with a curling iron, luckily not on, but still.And since he obviously doesn’t have one, I’ll repay the favor with the weight bar.

I walk back to the bed where he lies in a huge puddle of blood, thrashing around as his body begins to go into shock.Ripping off the sheet covering him, I yank down his pants and underwear and forcefully shove his legs open, gagging at the sight of his soft cock dangling between his spasming legs.

“Wanna see what it feels like to have something shoved up your ass that doesn’t fucking belong there?”I ask, laughing, even though he can’t answer me since I severed his voice box.

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