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TWENTY-SIX

SUBMITTING

WHO’S MY GOOD GIRL?—MANIC KAZZY

KILL

S truggling to keep my eyes open as I sit here slouched on the couch, enjoying a heavily drug-induced nod, I can’t help but sneak glances at Calista since she changed out of her wet clothes. In her oversized shirt and tiny shorts, my gaze wanders over her body, wondering what lies beneath her outfit.

She’s right—we have changed, but so has she.

She’s not the same quiet, fragile little girl whose favorite thing to do is go to the beach at night just to look at the stars and listen to Taking Back Sunday. Her platinum curls no longer shine like the sun and bounce on her shoulder when she laughs. And her ocean-blue eyes don’t sparkle with hope and joy; they’re dull, lost, and full of pain and suffering every time I look into them.

But fuck, she’s still the most beautiful girl in the fucking world and my love for her has only grown, even with us being apart for so long. Every part of me—tormented, abused, and broken—loves every part of her, including the broken parts—possibly even more.

When we were all still friends and everything was good between us, I harbored a secret crush on her, never telling her for multiple reasons—the main one being my fear of ruining our friendship. Now that everything is already ruined, there’s nothing stopping me from admitting that I want more from her—that I always have.

Long, wet blonde curls cascade down her back in tight ringlets as she leans forward, rolling a blunt with the weed on the table. Every so often, she glances at me, her captivating blue eyes piercing into my fucking soul. And even though her being here makes me nervous as fuck, I flash her a flirtatious smile every time.

“I’m out,” Ash announces as he comes walking down the hall toward the front door, a grim expression on his face, knowing what awaits him once he walks out the door.

“Try to be careful,” I mutter. “And stay strong.” My heart hurts as he nods at me and waves to Cali, unease and terror clouding his already grey eyes.

“I’ll be here when you get back, Ash.” Cali smiles at him as he leaves, knowing what he’s about to have to endure when he leaves.

Once he’s gone, it’s just the two of us, and my mind begins to run wild with the possibilities of what could happen.

“Is there something you want to say, Killian?” Without turning to look at me, Calista asks, with a little pep in her playful tone, obviously feeling my eyes piercing into her back like the knife I put there years ago.

I watch as she brings the blunt to her mouth and darts her tongue out, gliding it along the edge of the wrap to wet it enough so it sticks when she rolls it all together. And fuck, the little act turns me on, making my cock hard while pressing against my inner thigh.

“Fuck me,” I groan under my breath, low enough to where she can’t hear... or so I think anyway.

“No, nothing. Just watching you roll,” I lie, suddenly losing the confidence that I had when she arrived.

She huffs, clearly not believing me, and shakes her head without looking back.

As she finishes rolling the blunt, she turns to look at me with a knowing smirk on her face. “You know, I know you felt something pass between us, Killian,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “Are you just going to sit there and let it pass?” She grins, putting the blunt between her lips and lighting it.

The confidence in her expression sends a thrill through me, and before I know it, I’m beside her on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. Without uttering a single word, I rip the blunt out of her mouth and force my lips to meet hers in a fierce, desperate kiss that we both fight for control of with our eager tongues.

While her hands grab my thighs, rubbing up and down, I slide one of mine to the back of her head and wrap the other one around her throat, holding her in place as my tongue dominates every inch of her mouth.

I dig my fingers into the back of her neck as she digs hers into my thighs, right in the sensitive spot above my knees. My body jerks, and I deepen the kiss, swirling my pierced tongue around hers. Little seductive moans slip from her mouth and into mine as the kiss between us becomes insatiable, the taste of her igniting something in me that’s been buried for so damn long.

She’s like a fucking addiction, and the worst fucking one. I know I want her. I know I need her. But we’re tumultuous as one, and yet, the chaos that follows her only makes me want her even more.

Gliding her tongue across my teeth, she begins to pull away, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. I wince, squeezing her throat tighter and making her veins thump rapidly against the palm of my hand.

As we finally pull away from each other, both of us breathless, I can feel the tension in the room dissipating, crackling with anticipation and desire.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long, Cali,” I admit, my voice barely more than a whisper as I rest my forehead against hers.

Calista’s response is a smirk, her hooded eyes flashing with desire. “Show me how much you want me, how much you’ve missed me. Show me how much you fucking hate me, Killian.”

And as we lean in for another kiss, I can’t help but forget about everything that’s gone wrong and focus on whatever might go right between us. But then she pulls away, being a fucking cocktease once again. In a swift motion, I’m on my feet with Calista thrown over my shoulder, her ass in the air beside my face, taunting me with each step I take toward my bedroom.

I raise my hand and bring it down hard across her ass, watching her firm, juicy cheeks jiggle. And as soon as we walk into my room, I dop her onto the bed, hungrily staring down at her while quickly undressing.

“Take your fucking clothes off, brat. Show me what I’ve been fucking missing all these years,” I demand, my voice rough and deep.

Slowly, she strips her clothes off, dropping them in a heap on the floor beside my bed until she’s finally sitting spread eagle with her pussy on display, pushing her perky tits out for me to admire.

“It’s funny that you think you’re the one in control,” she laughs, reaching for her shorts on the floor.

Fishing around for something in her pocket, I begin stroking my cock, giving the ring pierced through my head a little tug while she watches with wide, curious eyes. Sitting back up, I notice an all-black pocket knife in her hand and a sinister yet charming grin curls on her puffy red lips as she flings it open.

Calista parts her legs even wider, giving me a shot of her dripping cunt, shaved and glistening under the dim gleam of the light above us. Putting the tip of the blade against her clit, she leans back, using her other hand to support her body weight.

“Get on your knees for me, baby boy. I want your face buried between my legs and your tongue licking my pussy dry.” She winks, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth while teasingly rubbing her clit with her knife.

“Fucking Christ, Cali,” I groan, instantly dropping to my knees between her widely parted legs, submitting to her every command without resistance.

I go to push her thighs open even more, but she shakes her head, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Uh uh. No hands,” she says, her eyes deadlocked on mine as I inch my mouth toward her cunt, greedily inhaling her delicious scent.

I start with a long, slow lick with my tongue flattened, starting at her tight little asshole and working my way up to the tip of the blade covering her clit. She shakes, breathing heavy with anticipation of my next move. I flick my tongue over the blade ever so lightly, making her body tense up with a shudder. Realizing she’s enjoying this more than I thought possible, I decide to take control.

I push her thighs open even wider, ignoring her command, digging into her pussy with my tongue, which earns me a long, drawn-out moan from her lips as I flick and swirl it feverishly inside her. As I fuck her with my tongue and bring her to the edge, I pull back slightly, frustrating her until she’s begging for more and shaking so hard that the knife slips away from her clit.

Taking mercy on her, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, bringing her to exactly where I want her. I feel her body convulse with pleasure, and I relish in the power I have over her—the power that I’ve always fucking wanted.

She drops the knife and runs her fingers through my hair, pulling roughly on the tousled strands dripping with sweat. With an arch in her back, she begins to ride my face, soaking my lips, nose, and chin in her cum as it leaks out of her cunt.

“Oh, God!” she moans, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut as I bring her to climax. Pulling my mouth away from her delicious, sinful cunt, I lick my soaked lips and gently blow on her, making her shudder even more.

“I’m not God, baby, but if you get on your knees for me, I’ll baptize you in my cum and bless you with more than just forgiveness.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Sorry, Kill, but I don’t get on my knees for anyone, not even God.”

“Too bad then. I was dying to see how fucking perfect you’d look with my cum dripping down your pretty face.” I wink, blowing on her pussy once more.

Calista looks at me, a mix of curiosity and desire in her eyes, and I can tell that she’s loving every minute of it.

“Show me what it’s like to not be in control for once, Kill,” she begs. “I need you, even if it’s just for tonight.’

I press her down onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs, poised to take her to new heights. “For you, baby, I’ll do anything. I’ll break you down and build you up,” I grunt, lowering my mouth to hers, keeping it just inches away from her pouty lips. “I’ll worship you like a fucking queen, but I’ll fuck you like a dirty little slut,” I promise, feeling myself on the verge of losing control.

I slide inside her, slowly at first, relishing the feeling of her tight walls gripping me. The first time being buried inside her feels fucking incredible, and I know without a fucking doubt that I’m not going to last long at all. As she goes to wrap her legs around me to lock on, I pull back, keeping only the head of my cock inside her cunt.

“Grab your ankles, baby. Open that pussy wide for me. I want you to feel me all the way in your fucking guts,” I groan, shuddering. “Let me fuck you like a dirty little slut so I can treat you like a fucking queen after.” I stare at her, anxious to see if she’s going to fight me or obey. But thankfully, she complies, bringing her legs up and gripping her ankles tightly.

“Good fucking girl, Calista.” I praise her, thrusting back into her cunt in one stroke that pushes her toward the headboard from the force of it.

Desperate to taste her again, I capture her lips in a frenzy, kissing her until it takes both of our breaths away. And then I pound into her, showing her no mercy with brutal, dominating strokes, refusing to release her lips. Each moan that escapes her mouth goes right into mine, turning me on even more.

I snatch her precious neck, choking the shit out of her and making her face turn bright red, but she doesn’t tap out like I assumed she would. Her eyes beg me to keep going, so I do, impaling her tight, sopping cunt repeatedly with every inch of my cock, my balls slapping against her ass.

Giving her a break and a much-needed breath of fresh air, I release her mouth and pull back slightly, admiring the expression on her face and the way her lustful eyes roll back while my cock beats her pretty little pussy up.

I’ll make sure she’s sore as fuck tomorrow. And when she walks with a limp, I’ll know exactly why.

“Does my cock feel better than his, Little Psycho?” I ask, slightly loosening my grip around her throat. “Do I fuck better than Dom does?” I grin, watching her eyes widen in surprise.

“Kill,” she pants, not knowing how to answer.

I laugh. “Don’t worry about it; I already know the answer.” I flash her a wink, feeling my hips tense and my balls grow heavier as my orgasm begins to build in my core.

As our rhythm builds, the room fills with our heavy breaths and the sounds of our passion. Together we escape into a world of euphoria, leaving behind the troubles that have haunted us both for so long.

We reach the peak of pleasure, and I feel her body convulse beneath me, her moans turning into screams of ecstasy as she finally gives herself over completely. And as I follow suit, emptying myself into her cunt, I feel a sense of freedom and relief wash over me, pumping out every last drop.

I quickly pull out of her and dip my head between her shaky legs. Spreading her pussy lips open with my fingers, I watch my cum drip out of her before putting my mouth on her slick hole, sucking the rest onto my tongue.

She lets her ankles go and her legs fall onto the bed, her chest heaving from the deep breaths she’s desperately chasing. Climbing back up her body with a mix of our cum secured in my mouth, I reach down and squeeze her cheeks until her mouth opens for me. And then, as I’m hovering over her, I spit the cum out of my mouth, watching it drop in thick ropes directly into hers. I squeeze her lips closed and pinch her nose, cutting off her airflow while she chokes first, and then swallows every drop of cum I spit into her mouth like a dirty little slut.

“Who knew that you’d turn into such a nasty little fuck?” I grin, giving her a gentle kiss before I collapse beside her, panting and completely sated.

Afterward, we lay tangled in each other’s arms, a newfound understanding and connection between us that we never had before. We may have started out on shaky ground, but now we’ve grown, even if it’s just a little bit.

Tonight brought us closer than we’ve been in years, and now that I’ve had my first taste of her—all the sinful parts—I know without a fucking doubt that I won’t be able to walk away. She’s fucking mine now, and whether she knows it or not, I’m not letting her out of my fucking sight ever again.