Page 8 of Psycho Killers

But to my surprise, he finally answers.

"You were wearing this sexy black dress and high as fuck black heels. Your hair was still in perfect curls for the most part, but I could tell that something had just happened. I knew you didn't want to talk about it. You trusted me enough to ask to use my apartment to change," he grunts in my ear, slowing down, fucking my ass with more sensual thrusts, matching the rhythm of his gun.

"I can't believe you remember every detail," I whisper, feeling tears begin to prick my eyes as I look up at the stars.

"Of course I remember every detail, Calista. Shit, I remember more that I haven't said." He kisses the nape of my neck gently, swirling his tongue across my skin.

"Why?" I breathe heavily, my pussy squeezing the gun, my legs trying to lock around his hand as my orgasm rushes through me.

"Because, Little Mystery... that very first night was the night that I fell in love for the first time... and I fell in love with you." He continues to kiss both sides of my neck, yanking my ass on his cock as he fills me up, spilling every drop of his cum in my ass.

I don't know what to say. I'm literally frozen—frozen except for the orgasm fucking shattering me. I soak his gun and his hand, my head falling on his shoulder. Holding my hip, he chokes me again, cutting off all my air while he captures my lips and sucks all the air out of my lungs until I'm breathless. We're glued together, basically soaking in each other's cum as we stand on the balcony, not moving.

Finally he releases my lips, and I greedily gasp for air, shivering, and he moves his mouth to my ear. "I fell in love with you, Calista, and since that day, my feelings have only grown, and I've become even more obsessed with you. I'm not afraid to admit it."

"I love you too, Five," I tell him, his tongue licking the shell of my ear. "But I can't say the same thing. I didn't fall in love with you the first night," I admit, feeling ashamed. "I was in the middle of a psychotic break, and I had no fucking idea what I was doing or what was real."

"Guess what?" he asks, grinning wide.

"What?" I turn around, feeling the gun and his cock slide out of me, instantly making me feel cold and empty.

"I know that too. That's why I took it easy with you for a while. I could tell you weren't stable, but it made me love you even more."

He manages to get me back to the chair that we started in, tugging me onto his lap. Lighting two cigarettes, he hands me one, then wraps Ash's blanket around us, blocking our hot, sweaty bodies from the bitterness of the breeze. Shifting my body, I gaze up at him, my ass pressed firmly against his barethigh. He takes quick rips off the cigarette, buying time before he decides to speak again. He's got more to say, but he doesn't know how. Maybe, but I can see it in his eyes—the hesitation.

"I didn't want to make things worse for you, Cali," he tells me, peering into my eyes with a very distant look. "You were this fragile little thing, broken and confused—or so I thought," he laughs, winking, giving me a reminder of one of our first times together. "Shit, you whipped my ass into shape, baby. You fucking took control and showed me how you wanted it—what you wanted to do to me—and what you wanted me to do to you. And I fucking loved it. That was my first time letting a chick be the dominant one, but with you, I didn't even hesitate. It just felt right, Cali. Everything about you felt right—everything about youstillfeels right." He places a single kiss on my shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine, his words making me speechless.

I don't know what to say, but I smile, the corners of my lips going past my eyes. He smiles back, hugging my shivering body tighter, his heartbeat calming my anxiety as the voices begin to start screaming in my head.

He can tell. He can tell that I'm not okay. I'm not doing alright at all. But he doesn't bring it up, which surprises me, and I'm more than fucking grateful for it. If it were any of the guys, they'd try to get me to talk about it, to open up. They'd try to fix the problem. They'd try their hardest to make me happy. And even though I love and appreciate them for it, sometimes I just need someone who understands my silence. Someone who doesn't push me... and Five is that person right now.

"You wanna know something else?" Five randomly asks, thankfully changing the subject.

"Always," I tell him, snuggling as close to his body as I can, my head laying on his shoulder as I sit on his lap, the cold city breeze sweeping stronger around us.

"You might not know when you fell in love with me too, but I know," he says as if it's a secret, one only he knows.

Which, if I'm thinking, he might very well be. I can't remember when I fell in love with him. I just know that I love him. I love him as much as I love Dom, Ash, even Killian. But me and Five have a different bond, one that me and the others don't have. And I'm so fucking here for it.

"Tell me, Five," I softly command, taking a small puff from my cigarette. "Tell me when I fell in love with you."

He smiles, winks, and grabs the back of my neck, pressing his fingers into his name tattooed back there, his mouth colliding with mine. The kiss is soft and passionate—nothing compared to how rough he was earlier. Pulling away, he licks my lips, kisses my nose, and holds my jaw between his fingers.

"The night you came to tell me you couldn't see me anymore was the first time you fell in love with me." He smiles, his eyes slightly widening as my jaw slightly drops.

"What?" I panic, suddenly remembering the night as if it were yesterday.

The guys and I had just talked about only fucking around with each other. Killian and Dom had to stop fucking their random girls they had lined up, and I had to stop fucking Five. I remember telling him fucking broke another piece of me. I had just begun to have feelings, and the guys were trying to shut them down. But because I loved them and wanted to make it work between us, I agreed, finally realizing that I was in love with Five. But it was too late.

But for him to know that even when I didn't, fuck it just goes to show that he really does love me; he really is obsessed. But I am too; I just have a hard time showing it. But I have a feeling that Five is going to help me with that part. In due time, of course.

FIVE

PRESSURE

STILL FRAME: TRAPT

DOMINIC

---