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FIFTEEN

TWISTED

MASCARA—MANIC KAZZY

CALISTA

T he sound of cheering and loud music echos in my ears as I approach Five’s street, the bright lights guiding my way. Stuck in a trance, I follow the sounds, breathing in the scent of burnt rubber and gasoline, walking through a hazy cloud of exhaust fumes. I swear, my brain cells drop dead one by one as I inhale even deeper, addicted to the intoxicating scent.

I hold the strap of my backpack tightly, slung over my shoulder, hiding any evidence of what I was doing earlier tonight. As my heels click against the dry sidewalk, the fall wind blows around me, swirling leaves and dirt into view under the glint of the dull street lights.

Robert’s face flashes behind my eyelids, bringing a satisfied smile to my dark red-painted lips, knowing another pervert got what was coming to him. But when I see Kill’s terrified face flash in my mind, feelings of desire and need begin to overtake me, and all I can think about is riding his cock with my knife to his throat. If Dom and Ash hadn’t come when they did, that’s exactly what would’ve happened. But they fucking ruined everything, just like they’ve been doing all my life.

I’m tired of waiting to take what’s mine—of what I want.

Another gust of wind blows as I turn the corner, scanning the array of fast cars and bikes as they flank the crowded street. Since there’s a race tonight, Five stands in the middle of the crowd, taking bets. My eyes are drawn to his tall, muscular figure wrapped deliciously in black from head to toe, watching every move he makes carefully.

Shit, if I can’t have the guys yet, Five will do just fine.

Before making my presence known at the race, I slip into his building and walk up the steep, winding stairs to his apartment, putting my backpack in the closet by the bathroom door, making sure to take my medicine first since I’ve been avoiding it—mainly because I haven’t wanted to see or talk to Addy. She seems to come around more when I’m medicated; I’m not sure why.

Stripping out of my black outfit, I pull on a tight black skirt and a short red top that falls just below my breasts, matching the color of my lipstick. Long, fitted sleeves cover my scarred arms, and the lace across my chest pushes my breasts up so they’re spilling out the top of my shirt.

The black diamond in my belly button shimmers, aiming down toward my waist, where the tight leather skirt hangs just above my hips and the hem falls just beneath my ass, the cold material clinging to my body. The black heels my feet are slipped into make my legs look longer and my calf muscles more defined. Adding a black choker around my neck, I flip my hair over my shoulder, feeling the loose, blonde curls cascading down my back.

After adding a few coats of mascara and cat eyes with my eyeliner, I apply another thick layer of red lipstick, rubbing my lips together with a slow smack as I look at myself in the mirror.

I look like a fucking whore. But fuck, I look good.

Back outside with a joint tucked in the corner of my lips and a cigarette tucked behind my ear, I push my way through the crowd of half-dressed girls and thirsty men, trying to hide my disgust as I head over to Five.

“Fuck, Little Psycho,” he says with a low growl as I hook my arm through his, tugging him against my side. “You come here looking like that… ” He smiles, unable to finish his sentence before his lips are on mine and his hands are firmly cupping my ass.

Jealous women huff around us, but I ignore them as my tongue dances with Five’s, our bodies tangled as we stumble through the crowd. Once my back hits the building, I pull my mouth away from his, gazing deeply into his hooded eyes while my teeth playfully sink into my bottom lip.

“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you?” he asks, pulling my hips against his.

“As much as I want to fuck you?” I tease, running my nails up and down the front of his body, slipping under his shirt.

“As soon as this race is done, your ass is mine. Got it?” He nips at my lips, but I pull away, making him work for it.

“We’ll see.” I wink, inching my hand down and cupping the massive bulge in his pants. “What if I can’t wait that long?”

He reaches up my skirt, shaking and grunting as he swipes his fingers along my bare pussy, his eyes rolling back. “You’re not wearing underwear with this tiny thing?”

I shake my head, still rubbing his cock over his pants.

“Fuck, I think I just fell in love with you,” he mutters, pushing two fingers inside me while pinning me against the building.

“I can’t be loved, Five. That’s lust you feel. You fucking want me? So take me. Do whatever the fuck you want to me, baby,” I moan as his fingers thrust slowly inside my pussy, making me shiver while my body burns with desire.

Leaning in close to whisper in my ear, I can smell the smoke on his breath as he breathes in deeply. “I’m done fucking waiting,” he says with a sly smile.

“Good boy. Let’s go to your apartment and pick up where we left off,” I purr, seductively licking my lips.

His eyes light up with anticipation as he drags me away from the crowd, giving me exactly what I want. My skirt gets pushed up over my hips as Five lifts me into his arms, slamming my back against the wall beside his door as soon as we step inside his apartment. Impatiently, I shove his pants down and start stroking his cock, tugging on the piercing in the tip.

All of a sudden, Five’s large hand clasps around my throat, and he chokes me tightly, entering me in a single stroke that turns my eyes cross-eyed. I cling to his body, my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands holding his shoulders as he bends his knees and fucks me against the wall with quick, dominating strokes.

Black dots dance in my vision as it begins to blur, his hand squeezing with even more pressure. I don’t know how long we’re in that position before he drags me toward the couch, bending me over the arm and reentering me from behind.

Five fucks me fast and hard, my legs barely able to hold me up, my back pressed against his chest as he pulls my hair and spanks me repeatedly, leaving my ass on fire. I can barely breathe with his hand still wrapped around my throat, but I don’t fucking care.

“Fuck, this pussy is so fucking good,” he grunts, plowing into me so hard he moves the couch from the force. “You like when I fuck you like a little slut, don’t you?”

“Mhm, yes, Five. Fuck me like I’m your slut—yours and only yours,” I moan, my nails digging into the leather couch as his balls slap against my ass.

I know what I want, and I’m finally getting it. I don’t care what it takes or who I have to manipulate to get it.

* * *

I’m surprised to see my cigarette still intact when I remove it from behind my ear to light it, still straight as a board with not a single crease in it.

I pull my skirt down, the cool leather a balm to my burning skin and the welts covering my ass from Five’s brutal slaps. I put my tits back into my shirt and smooth out my outfit, trying to make myself as presentable as can be for someone who literally just had my brains fucked out.

Looking into the mirror beside the door, I use my finger to wipe away the smeared red lipstick from around my mouth, noticing little bruises around my neck from Five’s fingers.

“There’s more where those came from,” he says, swinging open the door, a gust of cool air sweeping in.

“I can’t wait to wear more of your bruises. I’ll show them off proudly, like they’re fucking medals or some shit.” I flash him a wink and slip out the door in front of him, knowing he wants to walk behind me so he can watch my ass jiggle the whole way down the stairs.

Back outside, revving engines vibrate the street, reverberating my body as my feet tap against the concrete.

As Five lights a blunt, I light a cigarette, inhaling the smoke along with the polluted air. I follow him over to his corner, where a larger crowd has gathered to watch the race, my hand in his like we own each other, and I’m completely fucking fine with it.

As he gets back to business, I stand here, now smoking his blunt and scanning the packed street through hazy, tired eyes.

“Why haven’t you been taking your medicine?” Addy asks, showing up out of nowhere.

I don’t bother turning around; I'm not in the mood to deal with her or her shit right now. Instead, I mutter, “I don’t have to; now go the fuck away.”

“I’ll never leave you, Cali. I’m stuck with you, and you’re stuck with me, so get the fuck over it.” She comes up beside me since I won’t turn around, studying my face intently.

As I turn to look at her, my eyes catch something behind her—a group walking over to join in on the action. I freeze, her words being drowned out by the thumping of my heart as it fills my ears.

They can see me this time.

And I can see them too.

It’s too late for me to run, so I stand here and wait for the inevitable, hoping shit doesn’t go downhill. But as I wait, my eyes glued to the cold ground underneath my feet, no one approaches me, so I end up making a run for it anyway, like I’m best at doing.

“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to walk around to look at the cars,” I tell Five, whispering into his ear while my hand slides down the front of his body, subtly grabbing his cock just wanting him to fuck me again.

“Be careful, Little Psycho,” he whispers back, biting his bottom lip and releasing a low growl that makes my entire body shiver.

“I’m always careful.” I wink, press my lips to his cheek until a red lip print is left behind, and regretfully walk away, just wanting to get out of sight as quickly as possible.

Pushing my way through the drunken crowd, their screams thud in my ears along with the voices that decide to return, making me feel crazy all over again. I shake my head and block my ears with my hands, feeling myself slipping into the darkness of my mind, where chaos sinks its claws into my soul, welcoming me home.

As I get to the corner store, about to turn down the dark alley on the other side, a hand clasps over my mouth to muffle my screams, and I’m roughly yanked back against a solid chest, unwillingly dragged deeper into the darkness I’ve been trying to avoid.