Page 39 of Psycho Boys

"Shit, what happened?" I ask aloud, hearing the commotion from the guys in the living room.

"What happened was that Ash fucked you outside of your parents house while you were passed the fuck out," Addy says, scaring the shit out of me.

I turn to my right to see her standing in front of Dom's window, watching the view below. I roll my eyes and grab a cigarette out of the crushed pack on the nightstand, desperately needing the nicotine.

"You know, he could've killed you the way he choked you," she states, as if I could give a fuck. But I don't.

"Addy, I don't fucking care. Why are you even here right now? And how the fuck do I get rid of you?" I snap, feeling a sting in my heart for reasons I don't understand.

"You can never get rid of me, Cali, and we both know this. With or without your medication, I'm always here, and I always will be."

Just as I go to respond to her, the bedroom door opens and Dom limps in, walking a lot better without his crutches. He sits beside me on the bed, and his eyes immediately dart to my neck, I assume, glancing at the beautiful bruises Ash's fingers left behind.

"Fuck, I thought he was kidding when he said he choked the fuck out of you," he sighs, shaking his head.

"Nah, he was telling the truth, but it's fine." I grin, laying my head on his lap, his fingers instinctively raking through my messy curls.

"Fine?" Dom chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "Cali, you're covered in bruises. He could have killed you."

His touch is gentle, almost hesitant, as if afraid to cause more pain. I close my eyes, enjoying the warmth of his hand in my hair—the familiar comfort—a much-needed change from the chaosof the last few hours. The sting in my heart remains, a dull ache that has nothing to do with the physical pain.

Addy clears her throat, now from the doorway, her presence a persistent, unwelcome shadow. "He's right, you know."

I push myself up, ignoring the throbbing in my neck. "Addy, please. Just… leave."

The words are sharper than I intend, but the exhaustion is wearing me down. The adrenaline that had been fueling my anger is fading, leaving behind a bone-deep weariness. I then realize I did it again—I've spoken to the girl no one else but me can see.

Dom's hand tightens in my hair, a silent reassurance. "She's right to be worried, though," he says softly, his gaze unwavering, my heart swelling from the fact that he's playing along with my crazy, which turns me on more than it probably should.

"I'm fine," I insist, but my voice cracks, betraying the lie.

The truth is, I'm far from fine. But it has nothing to do with Ash and what happened. The physical bruises are nothing compared to the emotional ones, the confusion and the unsettling feeling that something fundamental has shifted. The casual brutality of Ash's actions, the almost nonchalant way Addy recounted it, the strange comfort I find in Dom's presence… it all feels wrong, yet strangely familiar. I need answers, but more than that, I need to understand why I don't feel the outrage I should. Why, instead of anger, a strange, unsettling calm has settled over me. The nicotine burns in my lungs, a small rebellion against the numbness that's creeping in.

"The only way I feel alive is feeling pain, being on the verge of death—not knowing if I'm going to make it out in one piece," I mutter through the puff of smoke flowing from between my lips, pooling in a cloud above us.

"I know, and that's one of the fucking reasons why we're so perfect together—all of us," Dom replies, smiling at me with a spark of mischief in his eyes.

I look around the room and don't see Addy anywhere, which makes the grin on my face even wider. Pushing Dom onto his back, I straddle his lap and tug at his shirt, impatiently pulling it over his head. My fingers trace his tattoos as he wiggles his hips, his hard cock poking at my entrance. His hands reach around and push my skirt up, pushing my panties to the side like Ash did earlier.

"Sit on my cock, Cali. Fuck me like you hate me, Little Psycho. Take what you want and then some, fuck, I need to be inside you so fucking badly," he begs, knowing how much I love it when he does.

Once his pants are down and my clothes are completely off, I climb back on him, lowering my mouth to his cock with my eyes deadlocked on his. He watches intently as I open my mouth and slide him inside, the tip touching the back of my throat as I seal my lips around the base. I slowly bob my head, taking him deeper each time, refusing to look away. His grin only fuels me further, and I cup his balls while forcing his cock down my throat, swallowing so my muscles tighten around him.

"Ah, fuck," he groans, lifting his hips and fucking my mouth as I continue to suck him even faster.

I suck until the bulging vein in his cock throbs against my tongue, giving him a teasing break so he doesn't cum before I want him to. The second I sit on him, his hands grab my hips, and he slams me down on his cock, impaling me like a sword to the fucking heart. My head falls back onto my shoulders as I sit up straight and begin bouncing, smiling as the familiar squeek of his bed echoes around the room.

So wet and needy, I fuck him hard and fast, desperate to come even though I already did just hours before. But each manfucks different, and Dom has what I need right now. I grind on him, desperately needing the friction against my clit that makes my body tremble with overwhelming need.

"Dom," I moan, reaching down and gently wrapping my hand around his throat, squeezing my eyes shut as little spasms rock my body.

"What is it, baby? Tell me." He cups my tits, his thumbs circling my nipples and making them turn to little pebbles, goosebumps following suit.

"I'm... I'm close," I stutter, matching his thrusting hips each time I slam down on him.

I can feel his dick pulsing inside me, and I shiver as he comes, giving me no warning. A sticky mess, my pussy swallows every drop that doesn't drip out as I slide up and down on his cock, and all I want is more.

More of him. More of Ash. More of Killian. More of Five. Just. Fucking. More.

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