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TWENTY-FOUR

UNRAVELING

SADISTIC—MANIC KAZZY

DOM

A t first, I thought I was dreaming. But the knife to my throat had me realize what was happening was actually real. However, it no longer bothers me, only because I know who it is under the mask. She didn’t have to say her name—I could tell. Even though her voice was lower and softer than usual, I could fucking tell it was Calista.

But it’s obvious that she doesn’t want me to know. She’s hiding beneath a mask, so I don’t see the real her with how close and intimate of a moment we’re having. So I reach over and pull open the drawer in my nightstand, retrieving my ghostface mask and quickly slipping it on over my head, concealing my face as well.

She tilts her head, and even though I can’t see the expression on her face, I can tell by her demeanor that she’s all kinds of fucking confused.

“You got a mask kink or something?” she asks, laughing, locking her long, tanned legs around my hips, tugging my pelvis closer into hers.

“Maybe,” I grunt in response, still fucking her for the first time, not wanting to ever stop. I roll my hips to make my cock go even deeper. “Or maybe I don’t want you to see the real me... just like you don’t want me to see the real you.”

My bed squeaks, slamming against the wall as I fuck her harder and faster, making her full, perky tits bounce in my face. She says nothing, just clings to the knife in her hand that I let her keep, like she’s going to fucking use it or something—but she won’t. Something passes between us in the moment—something I can’t decipher, but neither one of us says anything about it.

I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking on it as I continue to pound into her forbidden cunt, so wet, so tight, so fucking mine. She lets out a low moan, the fear in her eyes being replaced with something else—something primal and wild. And as I feel her nails digging into my skin, drawing blood, I know that she’s giving into it too. We’re both lost in the same dark, twisted game, and neither of us wants it to end.

But it does.

I feel my orgasm rolling in, tightening all the muscles in my body, but my balls much worse. She thrusts her hips up to meet mine, rocking against me so her swollen clit feels the friction too. But she can’t get there before I do.

As soon as I feel myself coming, I pull out of her wam cunt and spill my load on her pussy lips. Se gasps, tugging me roughly to try and get me back inside of her where she wants me—where she needs me.

I slam back in, feeing my cock throb painfully against her walls as they begin to clench around me, intensifying my orgasm. With her cunt all sticky from my cum and our skin sticking together, I keep pounding into her, emptying the rest as deep as I can get it. Until there’s nothing left to give her.

And then, without warning, I pull out of her again, snatching my shirt off the bedroom floor and wiping my dic off as if what we just did was normal. I take my mask off and lean back, nervously looking at her. She’s putting a cigarette to the mouth of the mask and lighting it, refusing to look at me as she sits there like nothing ever happened. She doesn’t even bring up the fact that I didn’t let her come.

Her perfect, toned body—curvy and tanned—catches my gaze and turns me into a drooling fucking mess, but I can’t take my eyes off of her.

Her pierced tits glisten under the moonlight. Her perfect, tight curls fall in her face, framing the mask covering it. And fuck, all I can think about is how she’d got my cum inside her... and how much I want to fuck her again.

“Will you take your mask off for me, Calista?” I manage to summon the courage inside me and ask, silently praying she doesn’t say no.

Slowly, her head turns and I can tell she’s looking at me up and down. “Why, if you already know who I am?”

“Same for you; why not take it off if I already know who you are?” I counter, waiting for her to cave.

Minutes go by before she moves, flicking the ash off the end of her cigarette onto the floor beside the bed. And just when I think she’s going to take the mask off, she turns way again and continues to smoke, obviously ignoring me.

“Calista, what was tonight for?” Smoke enters my lungs as I sit here with her, smoking a cigarette, using the nicotine as a downer to help relax my rapidly beating heart.

“Because I wanted to and because I can,” she sharply fires back, ice lacing her tone.

“I’m sorry,” I offer, not wanting to piss her off so she disappears on me for another ten years.

“Sorry for what? For enjoying it? Or wanting to fuck me again?” She taunts, blowing a puff of smoke right in my face.

"Both, I guess,” I admit, shrugging. “I know I shouldn’t ask, but I can’t help it—why did you come back here after all this time?”

Calista huffs, finally taking the mask off and setting it aside, completely vulnerable, her dark, hooded eyes finally meeting mine with no shield between us.

“Maybe I felt like doing something crazy. Or maybe I just missed you,” she confesses softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She chews her lip, averting her gaze. “I needed space, and now...” Her words trail off.

“Now?” I prompt gently, afraid to push too hard and too soon.

She smiles sweetly. “Now I think I’m ready to stay—to be with you.”

Relief floods through me, and I can’t help but smile back. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

She quickly climbs out of my bed and pulls her underwear and shirt on, going radio silent on me again. But I can’t really complain because I got her talking a little bit. Still, I’m drawn to the way she keeps looking at me—a darkness in her eyes that was never there before. She’s holding back and doesn’t want me to figure her out—but I will.

“Bathroom?” she asks, grabbing her backpack out of my closet.

Fuck, how long has she been here?

“Uh, first door on the right,” I explain, nodding my head to the right.

She nods and walks out of the room, finally allowing me to breathe for the first time since she woke me up with her knife to my throat and my cock inside her. My mind races while she’s gone, wondering the real reason she’s back. She wouldn’t have come to us for nothing, not since we did what we did to her that night with our fathers.

Even though we wanted no part of it, Calista doesn’t see it that way. She sees us as the boys who broke her heart. The boys who broke her trust. The boys who shattered her fucking spirit. And shit, I can’t blame her for it one fucking bit. We were supposed to protect her and we failed. Now's our chance to make it up to her by doing anything that she fucking needs.

By the time she comes back, I’m tucked under the covers with my blanket pulled up to my hips. The TV is on low, playing reruns of Jackass that I’m not even watching. My gaze falls on her body as soon as she walks in, drooling over the tiny black shorts and tight top hugging her petite frame.

Before dropping her backpack, she takes out a bottle of medication and dumps a colorful assortment into her palm, shocking the shit out of me. She swallows them without any issues, not even batting an eye as they slide down her dry throat.

Getting back into my bed, she now has a gun instead of a knife, keeping it grasped in her hand that she tucks under the pillow. I know that whatever she’s up to, it’s not going to be good, but I still let her stay in my bed, not wanting to push her away.

“Don’t think I’m letting it slide how you denied me my fucking orgasm,” she states flatly, closing her eyes before turning on her side, facing away from me.

I had always had feelings for Calista. It was her I had always wanted, despite everything that happened. And now that she’s here and said that she is ready to stay, I know I’m not going to let her leave my side again. But something feels off about the situation, and I can’t put my finger on it.

The air in my room feels heavy, with the weight of our shared secrets and history looming over us. I need to find out the truth and show her that I can be there for her now. As I look at her, I see the haunted look on her face as she switches positions. She’s still broken, still healing from the pain that we caused her. But I want to show her that I can help her piece herself back together. The old me would’ve backed away from such a broken and dangerous girl. But the old me is gone. The trust is gone—the innocence stolen from both of us by the twisted games of our parents. But now we have a chance to make things right.

Whatever she is planning—whatever darkness lay ahead—I’m ready for it. I’m ready to face it all as long as we stay together.

With that, I close my eyes, feeling the weight of our past and the trauma lifting slightly off my shoulders, at least for now. I’m determined to keep her safe and to never let her go again.

* * *

The next morning I wake up to the sound of rain hitting the roof. A dreary look takes over my bedroom from the dark clouds and stormy sky, dulling the atmosphere. Almost forgetting about Calista’s little appearance last night, my elbow hits her shoulder as I sit up, jolting me right back into the memory of what happened a few hours ago.

I scan her body with an intriguing gaze while she sleeps, taking notice of every new tattoo that I've never seen, every beauty mark, every jagged cut, and every scar. I can tell that she’s been through a lot; I don’t have to know it, but I do.

She’s been through fucking hell and back, and now I have a feeling that she’s about to drag us into the fiery pits along with her. But that’s okay. I'll follow her anywhere, just as long as we’re together.

I thought my feelings for her had dwindled over time, but seeing her last night—having that moment—made every little one rush back at full force. I brush the hair out of her face, hoping that my touch will bring her some kind of comfort, and though she stirs slightly, she doesn’t wake up just yet.

I let out a sigh, knowing that I couldn’t protect her from everything. But I want to try now, because despite everything, I love her, and I’m not afraid to admit it anymore.

“Why are you staring at me?” Calista asks in a sleepy voice, a small smile tugging on her lips.

“You noticed, huh?” I chuckle, watching her eyes fling open and a look of panic swirling within them.

“Dom, wha…” Her voice trails off as if she’s come to a realization, forcing me to look around the room with my brows pinched in confusion.

Sitting up quickly, she yanks the blanket off of me and pulls it up to her chin, trying to shield her body from my wandering eyes. It’s as if she forgot where she was. It’s too late, though. I’ve seen everything she doesn’t want me to see.

But who was she talking to just a second ago if it wasn’t me?

“Calista, is everything okay?” I ask, using a soothing voice to try and get her to relax a little bit.

“Yeah, fine,” she snaps, hopping out of my bed.

Again, like last night, she digs around her backpack and pulls out another handful of medication, swallowing each one without water. Looking at me, she pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. But in a time like this, are there any?

I reach out to take ahold of her hand, feeling her fingers trembling against mine. “Calista, you can talk to me. Whatever it is, I’m here for you,” I reassure her.

She looks at me with tears brimming in her eyes, and I know that whatever’s troubling her runs deep. “Dom, I-” she starts, but then cuts herself off, shaking her head. “I don’t know where to begin. It’s all so fucked up,” she whispers.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. “We’ll figure it out together. We’ll make it through, I promise,” I vow, holding her as the storm rages on outside and the tension in the room grows thicker by the second.

All of a sudden, she rips out of my embrace, and her body stiffens as if it’s putting up a defense against me. The look she gives me cuts deep, but I can’t blame her for it. As much as it bothers me, I have no fucking leg to stand on right now.

She rushes to get dressed, donning another all-black outfit that’s tight and revealing, hugging the parts of her body that catch my eye the most. Her tits pour out of the top of her shirt, and I find myself licking my lips and zoning out as she finishes brushing her hair.

And then it dawns on me. “Do you plan on talking to Ash and Kill today?” Nervously, I whisper, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor.

“Why the fuck do you think I’m still here?” she snaps at me, swiping a brush of clear gloss over her pouty lips. And then she looks at me, raising her perfect brow with a chilling grin on her face. “You boys owe me and it’s time to pay up.” She winks, making my blood turn cold. “But first, I need some fucking coffee.”

I swallow hard and slowly, giving her a curt head nod. “There’s some in the kitchen.”

“Nah, I’ll be right back,” she laughs, shaking her head as she heads for the open window beside my bed.

“You can use the door, Cali.”

“No need; the window is just fine.”

And with that, she’s gone, slipping out through the window into the storm, the rain soaking her within seconds. Not knowing how long she’ll be gone for or if she’s even going to come back, I fly out of bed and rush out of my room, banging on the guy’s doors to wake them up. I need to tell them everything I can before she gets back.

Will they give me shit for sleeping with her? Oh, absofuckinglutely. But at this point, I don’t give a fuck. If she had snuck into either of their rooms, they would’ve done the same shit.

Calista is just that girl for the three of us. No matter what we go through together, there’s a force—a pull—that always brings us back together.

“What the fuck, Dom?” Killian opens his bedroom door and snaps at me, rubbing his half-shut eyes, wearing his socks and a pair of boxers, his hair in tangles.

“Wake the fuck up. We have to talk.” I bang on Ash’s door again, pushing it open when he still doesn’t answer.

He sits up in bed, and like Kill, he rubs the sleep from his eyes as they adjust to the gloom filtering in through the cracks in his blinds.

“Living room—NOW,” I hiss, stomping out of his room.

Quickly, I make a cup of coffee and sit in my usual seat on the couch, mixing up my morning shot of dope; it’s in my arm by the time both of them finally join me.

“Okay, what’s so fucking important?” Ash’s deep, raspy voice is low, but I still hear him clearly.

“We don’t have much time, and you might not believe me... but Calista is back.” I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling some of the stress dissipate but not all of it.

“Wait, what?” Kill’s jaw drops in disbelief as his eyes flick frantically between me and Ash.

“You fucking heard me. Calista. Is. Back,“ I tell them slowly, getting annoyed that they’re not grasping what the fuck I’m saying.

“Hold up. What do you mean she’s back? Didn’t we assume it was her all along?” Ash takes out his little pouch from the coffee table drawer, pulling his straw and baggie of coke out, rapidly making himself a line.

“We did, yeah, but last night she showed up in my room.”

Crickets.

“I thought she was going to fucking kill me... but obviously she didn’t,” I laugh, trying to ease the thick tension surrounding us, but it doesn’t work.

“What did she want? What did she do? Where is she now?” Kill’s mind races with questions that spill out of his mouth like vomit, unable to stop them.

“I don’t know, man. I don’t fucking know,” I growl, the frustration evident in my voice as I light a cigarette and take a hit, intensifying the dope high that’s still coursing through my veins. “She said she’s back to collect what’s owed to her and then she left. She’ll be back, though, and she plans on talking to you guys too.”

“We’d better find out what the fuck is going on,” Ash grumbles, sniffing another line before lighting his cigarette.

“You think we can trust her this time?” Kill wonders out loud, his eyes searching mine for reassurance.

I let out a heavy sigh, running my hand through my messy hair. “I don’t know if we can trust her, but we don’t have much of a choice. We owe her, like she said, and besides, who the fuck are we to bitch about trust? She didn’t break ours; we fucking broke hers.”

The sound of the storm outside mirrors the brewing chaos inside our apartment. I can feel the tension and guilt building, and I know that the calm before the storm is about to break. We have no idea what kind of game Calista is playing—if any—but I know that we’re in it now, whether we like it or not.

“She spent the night,” I continue, waiting for the fall out. But shockingly, there is none. They’re still too stunned to comprehend the severity of the situation.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?” Kill smirks, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

“I did, yeah. I couldn’t help it. She was there, on top of me, and it brought back all of my feelings for her… I couldn’t resist her.” I shrug, shocked that they’re not ripping me the fuck apart.

“Man,” Ash sighs, leaning back, his pupils huge and black. “I fucking miss her too. I probably would’ve done the same shit, Dom.”

“No lie, me too,” Kill adds, grinning with hazy eyes, as if recalling a memory with her in it.

As the dark clouds continue to cover the sky and the rain outside keeps pouring down, I can’t help but feel like we’re standing on the edge of something big. Something dangerous. But for the first time in a long time, I’m ready to face it head-on because I know, deep down, that coming back into our lives was no accident for Calista.