Page 55 of Little Psycho

I come, and I come hard—harder than I’ve ever come before, feeling completely spent by the time the last wave of intense pleasure rips through me.As I go to release my hold on the headboard, Five clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Uh uh.I’m not fucking done with you yet,” he explains in a raspy voice, on the verge of losing it.

Pulling the knife out of my ass, he drops it onto the bed.He grabs my hips with both hands and pulls me back, brutally slamming me on his cock.I can feel him pulsing inside me as my pussy grips him like a vice, forcing his cum to spill deep inside of me.He hisses and curses up and down, fucking me through his orgasm until he’s empty and breathless.

Easing out of my sore pussy, he spreads my ass and buries his face in between my cheeks, slurping his cum out of me.His teeth graze my clit, making me tremble all over again, but I can tell he isn’t done yet.

When every drop of my cum and his is sucked out of my pussy, he moves his mouth to my ass, pressing his wet lips to my hole.And then he spits the mixture inside of me until his mouth is empty.Drawing back, he groans, watching our cum drip out of my ass in thick, pearly ropes.

“Push it out for me, Little Psycho,” he urges, utterly mesmerized by the sight that I can’t even see.“I want to watch our cum drip from your tight, little ass.”

“As you wish,” I mutter breathlessly, clenching my muscles and pushing the cum mixture out of my ass, feeling it drip out in thick, slimy globs.

When I’ve pushed all that he spit inside me out, I collapse, and his body falls onto mine, both of us panting and covered in sweat.I lie there with him, my head spinning and my whole body tingling, feeling like I’ve finally found what I’ve been searching for.And as he wraps his arms around me, holding me in a gentle yet possessive embrace, I know that maybe I’m not alone after all.

Maybe I don’t have to run anymore.Maybe, just maybe, I’ve found a reason worth sticking around for.

TWENTY-TWO

REMINISCING

I CAUGHT FIRE—THE USED

DOM

Bright red and dull orange leaves swirl with the dirt being kicked up from the wind as it fiercely whips around outside.Like last night, tree branches continue to knock against the windows, and the heavy breeze shows no sign of letting up.It’s not long before hard raindrops pelt against the glass panes, making the temperature drop significantly.

Sitting up in bed, my back hits the cold wall, and even though the blanket is covering half of me, it does little to stop my body from shivering.I watch thick, gray clouds move quickly across the gloomy sky, threatening to soak the city at any moment.

A soft stir beside me pulls my gaze off the brewing storm and onto the sleeping, battered man snoring to my left.Even though I went to bed in my room, I found myself slipping into Ash’s in the middle of the night once I heard his soft sobs coming from across the hall.

As I stare at him, sprawled out in nothing but a tight black pair of Under Armour boxer briefs that hug his firm ass, my eyes scan his intricate tattoos that I’ve done, each one with a special meaning.Of course, once I fixate on the array of yellow and purple bruises covering his body, a lump immediately forms in my throat.

Not only does his father “lend” him out, but he uses Ash as his personal punching bag if he doesn’t comply with his sadistic demands.All of our fathers are the same—disturbing, predatory, and sadistic—getting off on the pain and torment they’ve been subjecting us to ever since we were young.

I want to cry for my best friend, but I keep my tears at bay, feeling more angry than anything.Reaching over, I gently caress Ash’s back, tracing the purplish bruises with the tips of my fingers.I wasn’t trying to wake him, but he turns on his side, facing me, his bruised eyes slowly fluttering open.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I apologize, flashing him a half smile.

“It’s fine,” he says, stretching, his bulging arms reaching above his head as his bones crack all throughout his perfectly toned body.“When did you come in here?”

He sits up and pulls the blanket over his lap to conceal his massive boner, reaching in the nightstand drawer for his pack of cigarettes.

I shrug.“I don’t know, sometime in the middle of the night.I heard you-”

“Don’t, Dom,” he warns sternly, cutting me off with a look of shame washing over his face.“It’s nothing that I’m not used to by now.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing—you shouldn’t have to be used to that shit, Ash.None of us should.”I feel my blood flowing through my veins like fire, causing my skin to itch severely.

“It’s too late.The only way they’re going to stop is if we-”

“DOM!”Kill shrieks from another room in the apartment, his panicked voice booming through the paper-thin walls.“Dom, come out here!”

Ash and I share a look of confusion before quickly climbing out of bed.I pull a pair of sweats on and a hoodie over my head to arm me up before rushing out of the room, following his voice as my feet slap against the hardwood.

Standing in the living room and holding a cup of coffee, Kill stares at something on the coffee table, his eyes wide in shock and fear.Walking up to him, I follow his finger to where he’s pointing, snatching the slip of paper off the table to see what it is.The second I read it, I know they’re lyrics, and my heart begins to thud in my ears, knowing exactly who left it.

“So she was here last night like we thought,” I mumble, glancing around to see if there’s anything out of place.

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