Page 80 of Little Psycho

“You fucking asked for this,” I grunt, the tension unyielding, morphing into something dangerous and complete.“You wanted to fucking play with fire; now you’re about to get fucking burned.”

Her back arches involuntarily as the pressure in her suddenly shifts, heat building deep inside her.I feel it too, my pulse racing in unison with hers.Even in this messy web of anger and lust, something raw erupts between us—a silent understanding of our twisted connection.

“You’re a fucking bitch and I can’t stand you,” I spit, now holding her hips and slamming her back on my cock.“Your pussy isn’t even that good.”

“Fuck you, Killian.You’re the one who’s buried balls deep inside it right now, so…” she taunts, little seductive moans slipping from her throat.

“Yeah, to shut you the fuck up.You’re a whore, Delilah.Whore’s love getting fucked how you are right now,” I bite venomously, using my words as a weapon to shatter the confidence building inside her.

With a final hard thrust, sharp and deep, I lose myself completely, surrendering to the madness, and for a brief moment, the tunnel fades as we collide, two wild spirits tangled in this dark dance while teetering on the edge of something reckless.

As we reach the peak together, a rush of unexpected feelings flood me.The walls around us feel both stifling and liberating.But our bond is breaking.There’s a quick flash before the chaos of our hatred settles back in, leaving me to wonder if we’d ever truly escape it.Or was our relationship only ever meant to be this—hate sex and degradation?

I’d never have with her what I have with Calista, but I don’t want it.Nobody can compare to Cali, no matter how hard they try.And that is something I need to realize.I need to stop trying to find that special piece in other girls and focus on building a connection with Calista, much like the one I had built in my mind over the years.

I made our relationship out to be more than what it ever was, but I’m done doing that.I need to focus on the now and the fact that she’s back in my life—that there is a chance to build something more, something real.

As I walk away, Delilah continues to yell, but this time I ignore it, not falling for her trap this time.Her voice trails behind me, challenging and daring me to respond, but I keep walking deeper into the shadows of the tunnel, where nothing exists but my art and the flickering candlelight of hope that I’ll be able to have something special with Cali after all these years and the shit that I’ve done.

I feel the thrill of the unknown settling back into my bones and a sudden jolt of anticipation rise within me for the race tonight—a chance to break free and breathe.Because whether Delilah believes it or not, I know that Calista is back in my life for a reason, and I’m not about to let that shit slip away again.

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Ash has barely saidtwo words since I’ve gotten home, and the look in his eyes tells me that he’s going through something.But with him refusing to talk, I have no idea how to fucking help him.

After changing for the race, I walk into the living room to see Calista sitting in between Dom and Ash, her hands on their thighs, massaging them.And fuck, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous of them right now.

“Ya’ll ready?”I ask, flicking my curious gaze between the three of them.

“Waiting on you, Blade,” Calista purrs, liking her lips as the nickname she chose for me in the alley that night rolls off the tip of her tongue, sending all the blood in my body rushing to my cock.

“And where the fuck were you last night?”I ask, putting the spotlight on her, noticing her grip on Ash’s thigh is slightly tighter than the one on Dom’s.

I can tell something happened between the two of them, but neither one has uttered a single fucking word about it.She grins, pulling up something on her phone and tossing it to me.I flip it around to see what it is, and my jaw drops, my blood turning to sludge almost immediately.

As I read the article, my heart begins to race faster than ever, my eyes quickly skimming each word carefully.

“Isn’t Marcus your father’s…” I look at Ash, my words trailing off, getting silent as I take in the expression on his face.

“Hewasmy father’s...business partner,” he says in absolute disgust, cringing through the whole sentence.

Dom and I know all about Marcus and Ash’s father's other “business partners” and how they’ve fucking broke Ash piece by piece over the years.Looking at Calista, she leans closer to Ash, wrapping her arm around his lower back, a small comforting gesture.Right then, I know that she had something to do with the brutal murder and fire to follow—same MO as all the other murders we believe she committed.I glance at Dom, and he shrugs, clearly just as lost as I am.

“Yeah, I fucking killed him,” she blurts out, sounding proud and annoyed at the same time.“He was hurting Ash, and I’m tired of seeing the ones I love fucking hurt by these powerful men who never have any consequences for their fucking actions.”She shrugs and rolls her eyes, clearly not ashamed of the hell she’s unleashed across the city.

I can’t even be mad.I’m fucking proud of her coming in and trying to save Ash, but I’m worried she’s going to get herself hemmed up and she’ll be taken away from us before we have the chance to fully reconcile.

“Just be careful, Cali.I’m sure your parents already know it’s you behind the killings.”I offer a warm smile, to which she smiles back, slightly nodding her head as she gets to her feet.

“I’m sure they do too, and I bet they’re nervous fucking wrecks,” she laughs.“I want them to be afraid, looking over their shoulders, wondering if or when I’m going to show up for them.I want their asses afraid of me just like how I used to be afraid of them.”

Walking over to me, she grasps the hem of my hoodie and tugs me into her embrace, standing on her toes to whisper in my ear.“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Killian.I’ve got something special planned for us too.”She places a kiss on my cheek and steps back, smirking with evil in her pretty eyes.

Whatever she meant by that has my hands shaking and anxiety gripping my throat.For some reason, this fucking girl makes me nervous, but I’m more than willing to dive into the darkness along with her without even giving it a second thought.

The air in the room feels electric, charged with tension and unspoken promises as Calista’s words linger between us.Each heartbeat reverberates in my chest, drowning out the chaos around us.

Dom glances between me and Calista, an amused expression crossing his face before he gets off the couch, arms crossed.It’s like he can sense the energy crackling, and he thrives on it just as much as the rest of us do.

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