Page 46 of Psycho Killers

TWENTY-ONE

EYES ON ME

IT'S BEEN A WHILE: STAINED

DOMINIC

As I wake up, still entwined in Killian's bed with everyone around me, I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes, trying to clear away the lingering blurriness. After a moment, once my vision refocuses, I realize that Calista is nowhere to be seen. But I'm not really surprised.

Careful not to disturb the others, I slide out of bed, pull on a pair of sweatpants, and quietly exit the bedroom. I can’t help but wonder where she has slipped off to this time and, more importantly, if she’s okay. Every time we take a step forward, something always happens that forces us ten steps backward, like we can't catch a fucking break.

Last night was particularly tough for her, leaving her in a spiral we've never witnessed before. The encounter with her mother shook her to her core, but there was a part of her that wanted—needed—to see her for reasons I can’t quite grasp. What truly unsettled her, though, was the sight of the old man who had kidnapped her and kept her chained in Gunnar's basement.

As I enter the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, drawing me toward a pot that’s hot and ready. I make myself a cup and roll a quick joint before heading out to the balcony, convinced that deep down, this is where Cali is—and I’m right.

She doesn’t turn around as I slide the door open, but I can hear her speaking, likely to Addy—the girl who has had her back since day one, though none of us can truly see her. I wait patiently until the conversation ends, then clear my throat, hoping to catch her attention.

Wrapped in a blanket with likely nothing on underneath, her bare shoulders exposed, she finally turns to me with a flicker of a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. I know her well enough to recognize the fear and pain hidden beneath the warm brown of her gaze. The strength within her keeps any sign of vulnerability locked away, but I can see it, and she knows I can too.

“Morning,” I say softly, cautious of setting her off, uncertain of what might trigger a response.

“Morning. Sleep well?” she replies, averting her gaze as she sips her coffee, her eyes landing on the unmistakable drug deal happening directly below us.

I swallow the smoke from the joint nestled between my lips and nod, a smile still lingering through the haze. “I did. How about you?”

She shrugs and sighs, clearly done with small talk. “No, I slept like shit.”

I choke on my coffee, the liquid going down the wrong pipe, causing me to cough violently. Her response had caught me off guard, though in hindsight, I should have anticipated it. She reaches over, takes the joint from my hand, and takes a puff, a thick cloud of smoke enveloping her like an aura.

“Is there anything on your mind?” I ask cautiously, hoping she won’t snap at me for prying.

“I want to—no, I need to fucking know who that old man was, Dom. It’s been bugging me. The things he said to me in that basement have never sat right with me, but I never thought about it again until I saw him last night.” She shakes her head, fists clenched tightly, until her knuckles turn white.

“Well, why don’t we do some digging?” I suggest, knowing that anything involving stalking or a hint of confrontation and violence tends to lighten her mood.

And it certainly fucking does.

For the first time since I joined her on the balcony, a genuine smile graces her lips, making her eyes sparkle even beneath the clouded sky. I return her smile and inch closer, wrapping my arm around her back, gently pulling her against me. Instantly, I feel her warmth, and, without warning, all the blood rushes south, making me hard almost instantly. I instinctively press my groin against the railing, hoping to disguise my arousal. But she notices before I can hide it, reaching down to cup me, her palm firmly massaging my cock as her fingers knead my balls, sending my mind into a dizzying spiral.

“Want some help?” She teases playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she bites her lip, igniting a desire within me that makes me want to toss her to her fucking knees and claim her without hesitation.

"You want to suck my dick, Cali?" I ask, my voice raspy as my pulse thrums rapidly.

"Of course I want to, Dom. The question is, Do you want me to?" She teases, flashing a slow, seductive wink as she licks her lips again, wetting them so they shine like her big, doe eyes.

"Get on your fucking knees, Little Psycho, and open your mouth so I can fuck it," I demand in a low, deep growl that makes her noticeably shiver.

She bites her lip as I turn to face her, slowly dropping to her knees as she clutches the sheet around her. She puts her hands on my thighs and digs her nails into my skin as I slide my sweats down to my ass and pull my cock out, smacking the tip against her parted lips. Her eyes remain on mine even without me having to tell her, and I trace along her lips with the throbbing tip of my dick.

"Eyes on me, baby. Don't you dare look away, not even once. I want to watch the tears fall down your cheeks as I fuck your throat," I growl again, guiding my dick between her lips, grunting as she seals them around me and swirls her warm tongue around my shaft.

Her hands stay gripping my thighs as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking my cock as far down her throat as she can without gagging. I fist her hair, pulling tightly, and thrust my hips to match her movements. I fuck her mouth as she sucks me, hollowing out her cheeks with incredible suction that makes my toes curl inside my socks.

Heat spreads through my body as she stares into my eyes, smiling as she sucks my dick, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks like I wanted. A breeze blows through, unusually cool for the summer, but sweat still forms across my brow from the heat of the moment. I know there's someone out there who's watching us, and the thrill of the risk turns me on even more. Which isn't so good for me because it brings my orgasm on quicker than I wanted. But I can't fucking help it.

"Fuck, Cali," I groan, yanking on her hair as I violently jerk my hips, feeling them tense as pleasure surges within me. "You're doing fucking amazing. I love when you give me head," I tell her, watching a smile dance across her puffy lips as she swallows around my cock, the tightness pushing me over the edge.

I quickly reach down, letting her hair go, and pinch her nose with one hand and use the other to hold the back of her head, pulling her against me with her head still and my dick forcefully buried down her throat. And then I let go, emptying my cum in her warm mouth, forcing her to swallow every drop without taking a breath. And through the struggle, she never once takes her eyes off mine.

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