Page 14 of Psycho Killers

"Yeah," he says, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "We've all got someone we know who we want killed. Maybe we could work together. Make it… more efficient."

The idea hangs in the air, heavy and intoxicating. The thought of a coordinated assault, a synchronized dance of vengeance, sends a shiver down my spine. It's terrifying, exhilarating, and utterly compelling. It's the fucking logical next step in our descent.

"I like the way you fucking think," I say, a grin spreading across my face. "But we need a plan. A strategy."

Dom nods, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "We'll need to figure out the logistics. Timing, escape routes… the whole nine yards."

We fall silent again, our minds already racing, plotting, strategizing. The nostalgic music from our childhood fades into the background, replaced by the silent hum of anticipation. The fog of smoke thickens, obscuring the lines between right and wrong and blurring the boundaries of sanity. We're lost in the darkness, but together. And in this darkness, we find a strange, twisted kind of brotherhood forged in blood, pain, and the intoxicating promise of revenge. The list, clutched in my pocket,feels heavier now, a tangible symbol of our shared descent into madness. The game has changed. And we're ready to fucking play.

"Before we do all that..." I mumble, palming my dick over my pants, watching Dom's eyes curiously dart right to it. "I could use some head right now. You up for getting your mouth dirty, Dom?" I smirk, licking my lips and continuing to rub until my cock is rock hard.

"Come over here. I ain't getting down on my fucking knees after the shit I just went through with my leg." He shakes his head, licking his lips as I get up and eagerly sit down beside him.

I waste no time unzipping my pants, pulling my cock out to stroke a few good times. Dom's eyes remain on my hand, studying my movements as if he's trying to burn it into his brain how I like it. But he should already know. This wouldn't be the first time he's had my cock in his mouth. All three of us have fucked around, and quite frankly, I'm in the mood for Dom right now. Cali is the furthest thing from my mind.

"Are you just gonna stare at it, Dom? Or are you going to be a good fucking boy for me tonight and put my cock in your mouth?"

"Shut the fuck up with that good boy shit. I ain't no fucking boy," he snaps, lowering his head to my groin.

Reaching up, he wraps his hand around my fucking throat so tightly it's hard to breathe at first. He's into choking Cali; he knows it isn't my forte. But I deal with it, closing my eyes as his warm mouth envelopes my dick, his thick tongue swirling around the bulging vein as his head begins to bob up and down.

Fuck, it feels good. I reach down and fist his hair, pushing his head down, making my cock inch deeper down his throat. He seals his lips around the base and swallows, making my body spasm as his muscles tighten around the tip.

"Jesus, Dom," I hiss, holding his head as he sucks me, his hand still holding my throat, my veins pulsing against his fingertips.

My eyes fling open as he curls his tongue around my shaft as he slowly slides me out of his mouth, sucking only on the tip with his cheeks hollowed out. My legs shake. The vein running down my cock throbs like a heartbeat. Goosebumps cover my skin from the sensation.

I watch as his spit drips from his lips in strings, landing on my balls, which he randomly cradles with his free hand, giving them a gentle massage that edges me even more. I spread my legs and lean my head back, feeling his grip on my throat loosen. Still with my hand in his hair, pushing his head up and down, he sucks faster, deep throating me and sending me over the edge sooner than I fucking wanted.

"Fuck, Dom," I pant, thrusting my hips up, fucking his mouth.

I push his head down and hold it there as I fuck his mouth harder and faster, his tongue gliding around the piercings in my dick. I shiver. A few grunts leave my lips, and before I know it, hot cum fills up his mouth. Locking eyes with me while he sucks me dry, he swallows every drop and flashes me a wink when I finish.

"Feel better?" he asks, licking his lips as he comes up for air.

"Much." I tuck my cock back into my pants and light another cigarette. "Now let's go find ourselves an unlucky motherfucker."

EIGHT

TEMPTATION

CONTROL: PUDDLE OF MUD

DOMINIC

The taste of mint overwhelms the lingering flavor of Killian in my mouth as I scrub my teeth, the bristles working vigorously while fire courses through my veins. With thoughts of murder consuming me, everything else fades into irrelevance—including Ash, trapped in a hospital bed.

For now, I've found a distraction from the unbearable pain. At least I know he’s safe from the vile creatures roaming the streets.

I spit the remaining toothpaste into the sink and finish off with a mouthful of mouthwash, swirling it around until the burning sensation becomes manageable. After spitting again, I wipe my mouth with the hand towel Cali left hanging, run a brush through my short hair, and flash a grin at my reflection, showcasing the gleam of my teeth. When I open the bathroom door, I collide with Killian—a familiar occurrence lately. He’s dressed to impress, wearing a red hoodie, crisp blue jeans, and fresh white Nikes, a snapback turned backward. Fuck, he looks good.

"Who the fuck are you trying to impress?" I ask, pulling my black hoodie over my head to match my black jeans and Jordans. I want to blend into the night, the darkness that has embraced me as one of its own.

"Shit, no one. But if we're going out, I want to look good." He smirks, clearly enjoying this plan of ours.

I can’t blame him—tonight feels more exciting than any night I’ve had in a while.

We lock up and head to the garage, slipping into my black Mustang. The engine roars to life, vibrating the seats beneath us. I peel out of the parking garage, the wind streaming through the open windows, the bass reverberating my rearview mirror as I weave through traffic, methodically shifting gears.

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