Page 43 of Psycho Killers

“Come on, Ash! Can’t you see how much she needs this?” Killian interjects, crossing his arms defensively.

“That’s not what I—” Ash starts, but Calista silences him, her gaze fierce as she climbs off my lap and stands before us like a fucking queen surveying her court.

“It’s not a joke. I’m tired of worrying about what comes next. If Elaine can just waltz back into my fucking life, messing with my world, then hell, I deserve to take charge of my own pleasure again.”

Energized by her defiance, the air crackles around us. Suddenly all of our fears of losing her feel insignificant against the raw honesty spilling from her lips. I can see it—the transformation of her pain into power.

“Okay,” I say slowly, making sure my tone matches the gravity of the situation. “What do you want, Calista?”

“I want you all to take care of me. No questions, no judgment. Just… us.” Her voice softens, and the moment hangs suspended in time, a fragile promise hanging in the balance, as each of us considers the gravity of her request.

Dominic looks to Killian, who holds my gaze, silently gauging the exciting territory we're about to explore together. It's a dangerous game, yet we're compelled to dive in regardless.

“Alright,” I murmur, finally breaking the spell. “Then let’s start here.”

With a mix of care and urgency, I step up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close again. Her body melts into mine, and the warmth of her breath against my skin sends chills skittering across my body. It's fucking electric.

“I’m not just a toy, you know,” she whispers, tilting her head back to look into my eyes with a fierce intensity. “I’m a fucking work in progress.”

“Exactly. And we’ll help you.” Killian’s voice rings out, bolstering the newfound resolve that swirls around us.

Ash finally steps forward too, dropping his bottle of water and reaching for Calista’s hand. “Then let’s make this night fucking count. Together.”

She nods, all five of us feeling the shift in the room, shadows of her past and the present intertwining like smoke rising from a fire. It isn’t going to be easy. Every moment will be a challenge, but for the first time in as long as I can remember, we feel anchored in each other, ready to face whatever storm lay ahead.

We follow one another down the hallway, slipping into Killian’s bedroom and heading right for the bed. As we lean into this intoxicating dynamic, I realize that this is just the beginning—an uncharted adventure where every twist can either break us or bind us tighter. But one thing is certain: not even Elaine, or whoever that stranger was, can tear us apart now.

Falling on my lap, Calista wraps her arms around the back of my neck and leans in for a kiss, her breath sweeping like hot coals against my lips as she closes the gap between us. I dive right in, owning every inch of her mouth as my tongue takes control and overpowers her. The sound of the guys undressing in the background raises the excitement coursing through my veins.

My hands cup her ass and I give her doughy flesh a firm squeeze, helping her rock against me as she awakens all the dead parts inside of me, bringing them—and me—back to life with each soft moan that slips from her lips and catches in my throat.

The world around us fades, the chaos dissipating into an electrifying silence that only we can hear. But it’s different now—there’s a clarity in Calista’s kisses, a determination that ignites a fire within me, one that pushes away all the dark shadows that have lingered for too long.

As our lips finally part, I glance at the guys, each of them stepping closer, their expressions a mix of desire and protectiveness. Dominic starts to pull away his shirt, revealing the scars and tattoos that tell stories of battles fought and won. There’s something about the vulnerability in his gaze—the way he looks at Calista as if she were the sun breaking through an endless night—that sends heat blooming through my chest.

“Together,” he murmurs, and the word hangs in the air like a promise, unwritten but palpable.

Calista turns to face him, her eyes glimmering with something wild and untamed. “I want all of you,” she repeats,this time more fiercely, as if the power of her own voice emboldens her resolve.

Killian steps forward next, his fingers deftly unfastening his belt as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. “Then let’s make sure you have the time of your life, Cali,” he teases, though his eyes are serious, drinking her in like a man starved for solace.

“I want to feel alive,” Calista replies, her voice low and sultry.

Excitement churns in the pit of my stomach as the realization sinks in; this is no longer just about comfort or escape—it’s about reclamation. About taking back her narrative and rewriting it in vibrant colors, with us as her canvas.

Ash stands in the doorway, fists clenched at his sides, wrestling with his own demons of doubt and fear. “Just remember, this isn’t a fucking game,” he warns, his brow furrowing as he speaks. “We can’t mess with emotions like this without understanding what the stakes are.”

Calista walks towards him, brushing her fingertips against his arm, sparks igniting at the lightest touch. “I get that, Ash. But right now, I’m tired of running from what I want. I’m claiming it, and I want you all—together. No complications, no digging.”

His resolve falters, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. This is more than just lust; she's asking for an alliance, a brotherhood wrapped in sheets and fierce whispers, where everyone can lay claim to her heart. His grip relaxes as he meets her gaze, acknowledging the weight of her request.

“Alright,” he concedes quietly, but his voice carries a conviction that unifies us all. “But we do this together. If we’re in, we’re all in.”

Calista nods and turns back towards me, the look in her eyes fierce and demanding. “You’ll be my anchor,” she says, her voice steady. “I need you to hold me down while I fly.”

“Then let’s go.” I pull her against me again, our bodies colliding with the intensity of a magnet drawing near.

She breathes me in like I’m the only antidote for the poison lurking in her past, and I find myself lost in her, committed to erasing every trace of hurt etched upon her skin.

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