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THIRTY-ONE

INFERNO

INTO IT—CHASE ATLANTIC

CALISTA

V ibrations surge through me with each step as my feet hit the pavement beneath them. My eyes latch onto Killian’s as he sits behind the wheel in his car, patiently waiting for the race to begin. Something curious passes between us, and I grin, knowing how badly he wants to know what happened between me and Ash.

My grin twists devilishly as I make my way over to Five, fully aware that Killian and the others are watching me, jealousy burning within them. I don’t know if his little stunt earlier in the tunnels was a jab at me, trying to make me jealous with that cum slut he fucked, but it worked regardless.

But he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know that I was there watching him, following his every step. Or that I know about the mural of me that he’s painting.

But I know—I know everything .

Forcing my eyes to blink, I look away from him, turning around just in time to see Five grinning at me. Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I smile, walking back into his life like nothing ever happened. I don’t have to see the looks on the guys faces when I wrap my arms around the back of his neck—I know how jealous they are.

I want them at my mercy so I can control them. I need them to be on the same page as me when it comes to finishing my list, and teasing them like this is a guarantee that I have them exactly where I want them.

But how far am I willing to take it?

“Look who decided to come back and see me,” Five says jokingly, doing that thing with his lip that I love—he tugs his bottom one between his teeth and sweeps his eyes over my body, making me melt at his fucking feet.

“Did someone miss me?” I flirt back, gliding my tongue across my lip while I tug on the strings in his sweatshirt.

“You know I fucking missed you, Little Psycho. Did you miss me?” He lowers his voice, but even over the revving engines, I can hear him as clearly as ever.

He places one hand on the small of my back and grips my chin with the other, tilting my head so my eyes are forced to look into his. Even though our time together was brief, the connection we formed is deep, and being back in his arms sends a rush of conflicting feelings straight to my heart.

My pulse races in a different way as I recall the moments shared between us and the secrets hidden deep in our thoughts. Five’s gaze locks onto mine, and for a moment, I lose myself in the warmth of his familiar presence. The tension swirling around us feels invigorating, but I can’t ignore the nagging thoughts of the guys’ watchful eyes from across the street.

With a soft tug, I pull myself out of Five’s grasp, teasingly releasing myself from his comfort. I know I’m playing a dangerous game; I can feel it pressing down on me, sitting heavy like an elephant on my shoulders.

“Did I miss you? Yeah, of course. But you know I have to keep you at arms length to keep things interesting,” I reply, winking at him.

“I think things are pretty interesting as is,” he says, leaning in closer, chuckling, his breath brushing against my ear, sending tingles up and down my spine. “But I think you love the back and forth, maybe a little too much. You fucking thrive on the chase.”

Playing innocent, I shrug, batting my long, dark lashes at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Even amidst the noise of the crowd and the growl of the roaring engines, the world narrows down to just the two of us. My heart is pounding with adrenaline—from the anticipation for the race and the uncharted territory that lies between Five and me.

“So you’re back with them , huh?” he asks, his eyes fixated on the line of cars the guys are in, even though I know he’s talking to me.

“We have unfinished business between us, Five. but don’t let that come in between this .” I make a hand gesture, motioning to the two of us, a grin on my face as he tugs me back into his strong embrace.

Running his hands all over my body, he spins me around and pushes my chest against a car, pinning me to it with his body pressed possessively against mine. I can feel his massive cock rubbing into my ass and I shudder, feeling fire flow through my veins like an inferno. His hands grip the hem of my skirt, his fingers tickling my sensitive flesh as they skate across my upper thighs.

“You wore this for me, didn’t you?” He questions, growling in my ear as his tongue darts out and licks the shell of it.

I push my ass back against his cock, rolling my hips in a teasing manner, ripping a low moan from his throat. But before I can answer, the sharp sound of a horn pierces the air, signaling the start of the race.

Engines rev in a symphony of power, and the atmosphere shifts once more, especially between me and Five. adrenaline surges through the crowd, a collective breath held as they focus on the asphalt strip ahead.

Five leans closer, brushing his lips across the nape of my neck, getting me to shiver in his warm embrace. He chuckles, his hands sliding up my skirt and cupping the globes of my ass.

“Looks like the race is about to begin,” he mutters, his lips ghosting along my ear with a tantalizing heat that sends a ripple of excitement coursing through me.

Even as the lights begin to flicker and exhaust fumes float through the air, I can feel something more pressing building between Five and me—a spark of something chaotic. The atmosphere crackles as spectators sense the thrill of the impending race.

“Let them race,” I tease, tossing him a wink. “This, well, this is way more interesting.” I push back against him again, relishing the heat radiating between us.

But just as I’m about to dive deeper into whatever this is, the familiar sound of Killian’s voice cuts through the static of my thoughts like a knife.

“Hey, where the hell do you think you’re going?” His tone is sharp and possessive, and it makes me freeze mid-motion.

I glance over my shoulder to see him stepping closer, that ever-so-familiar smirk plastered across his face. I can read his body language easily—his narrowed eyes, the clenching of his jaw—he’s not happy. I turn back to Five, whose eyes are now alight with a mix of amusement and defiance.

“Can’t a girl have a little fun?” I shoot back, my voice playful, but my heart is racing against my ribcage. “Besides, you don’t own me, Killian—none of you do.”

“Whatever, Calista. I don’t think fun is the word I’d use to describe what I just witnessed,” Killian retorts, crossing his arms. “And here I thought we had a deal about you being back—you being ours .” The word hangs heavy in the air, laced with tension.

“Deals are meant to be broken, just like rules,” I counter, throwing him a challenging look. “Besides, it’s a race night—anything can happen.”

Five smirks, clearly enjoying the sparks flying between us. “Maybe you should choose your team wisely, Little Psycho. You never know who’s got your back and who’s just waiting to take you down.”

“You mean like a fucking betrayal?” Killian jumps down Five’s throat, the edge of his tone sharpening even further.

There’s an unspoken rivalry simmering beneath the words exchanged, and I’m caught in the middle—a puppet with strings being pulled by both, not just my mother anymore, it seems. And I fucking hate it.

“I’m not fucking betraying anyone,” I insist, but the flicker of uncertainty sneaks into my voice as I realize how precarious my position is—sinking deeper into my web of secrets and lies, feeling the tension coil tighter around my chest.

The loud roaring engines cut through the charged atmosphere, and for a moment, I look back to the race, my heart pounding in tune with the deafening sounds. The cars are lined up, ready to launch onto the tarmac—vivid colors swirling like the turmoil in my mind.

As the lights begin to blink and the girl raises the flags, I feel Five’s grip tighten around me. “Focus on what matters right now,” he says, his voice low and intense. “Let the race sort itself out. We have our own game to play.”

With a collective roar, the race finally begins, engines screaming as the cars rocket forward, and adrenaline surges within me. Killian gives me one last look—a look of frustration and something I can’t put my finger on—before he strides back toward his car.

Five leans in closer, catching my attention again. “Let’s show them all what interesting really means.”

Before I can catch my breath, he pulls me in, his energy igniting a spark in my heart as I find myself leaning against him, completely consumed by the moment. I know I’m playing with fire, but I can’t help it. This is the chaos I’ve always craved—a thrilling tempest that is more intoxicating than any race I’ve ever witnessed. And as the cars roar and the crowd erupts, I feel the intense rush of the chase closer than ever, ready to push all boundaries laid before me.

With one last look at Killian, I lose myself in the heat of Five’s embrace, letting go of everything. I hear his car speed away as I grab the back of Five’s neck, pulling his mouth to meet mine. And as we submerge ourselves in the wild kiss, everything and everyone else fades from my mind, leaving me with a sense of emptiness.

Five lifts my skirt and spins me around one more time, pinning my chest to the car. He kicks my legs open and settles between them, rubbing the head of his cock up and down my pussy, soaking it in my arousal.

“You want me to fuck you right here? You want to distract them that bad, huh?” He growls dangerously low, sending a vibrating shiver down my spine where it tingles at the base of it.

I nod my head, biting my lip to suppress a moan. "Yes, I do, Five. Fuck me. Let's give them something else to watch.”

He enters me in a single thrust that has my toes curling in my shoes, my legs tensing as he rips through my clenching muscles. I gasp, the sheer intensity of his cock stretching me to the edge of ecstasy, the world around us warping into a blur of colors and sounds as the race continues in the background. His warm skin slapping against mine creates a beautiful melody, one I find myself humming in soft, delicate moans. Each thrust drives him deeper, his rhythm matched only by the frantic pounding in my chest.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “Let them watch. Let them see what you’re capable of.”

The thrill of being seen like this—exposed and raw—ignites an inferno within me. I reach back and lock my arms around his waist, drawing him closer as I push back against him with fervor, an intoxicating mix of rebellion and desire coursing through my veins.

With each thrust, I feel my control slipping, my body responding eagerly to his possessive grip. I revel in the fact that we’re in the midst of chaos, but it’s chaos of our own making—a power play that pulls everyone else into our orbit. He fucks me fast and deep, slamming into me until I forget about the boys in their cars, watching, fuming, and distracted.

“Fuck, just like that,” I moan, letting the words tumble from my lips as a wave of pleasure washes over my body.

Five responds with a growl, his hands gripping my hips with feral intensity, driving into my pussy with purpose, and pushing us both closer to the edge. But the moment is ruined when I hear a collective shout from the crowd, a surge of anger echoing through the air. The sound snaps me back into reality, and I remember Killian’s piercing gaze and the flicker of jealousy I witnessed when he approached us.

“Five,” I gasp, looking over at the guys watching, not racing anymore, their eyes wide with surprise and intrigue. “They’re watching.”

His lips curl into a devilish grin, but his eyes are fierce and dark with desire. “Good, let them watch. This is what you wanted, right? To keep them on their toes?” His thrusts grow faster and more desperate, each one rattling my senses, scrambling my insides, and filling me with delicious tension.

I nod, letting the sensation of total abandon envelope me, drowning out the fleeting thoughts of the guys and the unresolved business between us. I steal a glance over my shoulder, catching glimpses of furious expressions—Killian’s most of all. There’s an edge of danger in his eyes that makes my heart race faster.

Drawing on a sudden surge of energy, I reposition myself, gripping the edge of the car and lifting myself higher against him. The change in angle sends shockwaves through my body, sarking the pulsing heat deep within me.

“Shit,” he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as the fire of my need clutches tighter around him, my pussy squeezing his cock like a damn vice.

I can feel my own release building as my pussy weeps and my clit throbs, that addicting pressure coiling around him.

“Let go, Five,” I urge, my voice a shaky whisper, rising with urgency. “I want to know how far you’re willing to go.”

With a primal roar, he gives in, his thrust growing frantic as he pushes us to the brink. The crowd is chanting behind us, the sound of the cats roaring and tires screeching, mingling with our own cries of pleasure.

I feel a gush of hot liquid pouring into me, dripping out with each deep, torturous thrust. Fives body shakes as he comes, emptying himself deep inside my pussy. I try to ignore the heated stares from the guys across the lot as I come, soaking his cock with my slick release as he pounds into me relentlessly, slamming me against the car.

Killian grins now, looking like he knows exactly what I’m doing. But Dom and Ash loo surprised, shocked to see that I’d jump so quickly to Five when I was just in their beds days earlier.

This life is a wicked game, a battle to be on top. And despite all the betrayals I’ve faced in my lifetime, I find myself playing the game better than any of them.

I need to protect myself to make sure I’m not hurt all over again. But is the way to do that to hurt those who have hurt me?

I realize I’ve fully stepped into this wild, dangerous game. I may have started it, but right now, I have no intention of ever stopping. I am the fucking storm, and I will never back down.

* * *

I hardly have the time to fix myself before the guys are storming over, murder in their glassy eyes. I keep a smile on my face, knowing that I got under their skin, but inside my nerves are shot, wondering how this is all going to play out.

“What the fuck was that little show?” Killian seethes, snatching my hip and roughly tugging me away from Five and the car I was just fucked on.

“What, you didn’t like it?” I joke, curling my lips into a devilish smirk, reminding myself of who I am.

Dominic and Ash remain quiet, standing in the background as if they have no idea what’s going on—and they really don’t. They just know they’re confused by what they just saw and not sure how to feel about it. But Killian knows exactly what’s going on, and he doesn’t seem too happy about it in the least.

“No, Cali, I didn’t fucking like it. Why the fuck would you think that I’d want to watch you fuck someone else while looking at me the whole time?” His voice cracks the higher it goes, his resolve slowly slipping.

“It’s okay for you to do it, but not me. Right?” I ask, keeping my voice low so the others don’t hear what’s being said.

I’m not sure if they know about Killian and the girl from the tunnels, and I’m not about to blow up his spot like this.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks, curling his arm around my waist to keep me from running off.

“I saw you earlier,” I finally admit. “I saw you in the tunnel with that girl.”

His jaw drops, and his hold on me gets tighter, a possessive look flashing in his dark eyes. Looking into them, I see a flicker of shock and shame, something much darker than I’ve ever seen before.

“You saw that?” He gulps, his heartbeat thumping against me, showing me how worked up he really is.

“Yeah, I was that presence you felt that made you turn around to see if there was someone watching you,” I whisper, inching closer, dragging my fingers down his chest and involuntarily licking my lips while my eyes drop to his mouth. “I was those eyes that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The reason your heart raced—me. The clammy feeling on your hands—all me,” I moan into his ear, using my seduction as a weapon like I was taught ever since I was a little girl.

He swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing very slowly as beads of sweat begin to form across his brow. I can tell I have an effect on him, but I keep composed, not wanting to give away my upper hand.

“If you don’t like it, then do you think it’s very smart to fuck around on me, Killian?” I ask, much more serious now, a devilish smirk plastered across my lips.

“I didn’t know you saw me,” he mumbles, a faint blush covering his cheeks.

“I still want to race... are ya’ll up for round two?” Ash asks as he walks over, rubbing his hands together with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Yeah, I’m down to sit passenger in one of your cars,” I say, pulling out of Killian’s hold, missing his possessiveness immediately.

But I can’t let on that I miss it. I can’t appear to be weak.

The four of us walk over to their cars as the second group of drivers prepares to hit the streets, anticipation gnawing in my stomach something fierce.

“Alright, Little Psycho,” Dom growls, a sexy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Who do you want to ride with?”

Already knowing who I’m choosing, I look around to make them sweat, tapping a finger against my chin for show. “I’ll ride with Killian,” I state, slipping my fingers through his with a gentle tug towards his car.

Turning to look behind me, I wink at Dom and Ash. As we reach Kill’s car, the sleek black exterior glimmers under the overhead lights, dangerously seductive in its own right. I slide into the passenger seat, feeling the rush of anxiety and adrenaline already barrel-rolling through my veins. Killian slams the door shut behind us, his frustration barely contained.

“So you thought this was a fucking game?” he snaps as he settles into his seat.

I let out a soft hum, appreciating the way his anger only heightens the electricity in the air between us. “Isn’t it all a game, Kill?” I fire back, nonchalantly leaning against the plush leather, all feigned innocence and pointed rebellion. “You can’t really think you’re the only one with a set of rules. I’ve got my own playbook too.”

He shoots me a sideways glance, arching an eyebrow as the engines around us roar to life. “You’re pushing it, you know. One day you might just push too far.”

“Or maybe you’re just afraid I’ll push you over the edge,” I counter, my heart racing even faster as we pull onto the street, the tires squealing under the pressure.

Killian grips the steering wheel like it’s a lifeline, and I can’t help but admire how he both hates and craves this moment. The headlights of the other cars flash around us, each one a reminder of what’s at stake. The city blurs by in streaks of light as our competitive crew throttles forward, the thrill in the air palpable.

“Just keep it up, Killian. I’m itching for a real challenge,” I taunt, glancing over at him.

He bites back a smile, the tension between us shifting, wrapping tighter like a coiled snake ready to strike. As we approach the starting line, Ash and Dominic’s cars line up beside us. The crowd gathers, eyes gleaming with anticipation as the tension thickens and the countdown begins, an electric pulse setting the rhythm.

Three… two… one!

And then we’re off, the world dissolving into a flurry of adrenaline and speed. The air rushes past me, wild and intoxicating, and I can feel Killian’s focus sharpen. He maneuvers the car with fluid precision, my heart pounding, not just from the speed but from our proximity, the heat radiating off him like the fire ablaze inside of me.

“You ever consider that maybe you should trust me?” I ask earnestly, yelling to be heard over the hum of the engine.

He looks at me sideways, momentarily distracted while taking a tight corner. “Trust you? You’re like a fucking inferno, Cali—a goddamn wildfire, and I’m just trying not to get fucking burned.

I laugh, amused by the danger of it all. “And yet, here we are, racing through the dark, just the two of us.”

With each sharp turn and each calculated move, my heart thrums in sync with the car—and with him. The unspoken connection between us undeniably ignites; tonight, we’re not just playing a game—we’re buried deep in the thrill of possibilities, emotions bubbling to the surface as the final stretch approaches.

“Hold on,” he warns, slamming the pedal to the metal, and I lean into my seat, the world blurring around us as we near the finish line

For just a moment, I forget about the chaos behind us—about the girl in the tunnel, about the hidden challenges, the lines we’ve both crossed in this twisted game we play. All that matters is the speed, the rush, and the addicting presence of Killian beside me.

I reach over and carefully work on getting his belt loose and his pants open, licking my lips just knowing what awaits me beyond the denim.

“What do you think you’re doing, Little Psycho?” he asks, a twisted look of shock and seduction washing over his beautiful face as he grips the wheel and tries his hardest to focus on the road ahead.

“What does it look like? I’m going to deep throat you while you drive... Just don’t fucking kill us,” I laugh, leaning in to brush my lips across the side of his neck, making him shiver.

He shakes his head and leans back to get comfortable, all resistance going out the window with the tension slowly leaving the car. I lower my head, stroking his cock with a firm grip while cradling his balls in the palm of my other hand. He hisses, gritting his teeth while white-knuckle gripping the wheel like a lifeline.

“Keep your eyes on the fucking road and your hands on the wheel. Don’t fucking touch me,” I warn, finally opening my mouth and sucking his cock between my lips.

I roll them down his shaft slowly, sill cupping his balls. He grunts, his legs tensing, relishing the feeling of my warm mouth enveloping every inch of his cock. I keep rolling my lips down him until they’re pressed against the base of his cock, his tip tickling the back of my throat. I can feel the piercings in his shaft scraping the inside of my cheeks as I suck, hollowing them out for added pressure that makes him inhale a deep breath, slowly losing control.

I can practically hear his heartbeat in my ears, a thudding reminder of the danger we’re in, both on the road and within this sultry game we play. The thrill is liberating, the raw energy rushing through me as I bob my head, taking him deeper with each movement.

“Faster, Killian,” I mumble with his cock in my mouth, a wicked gleam in my eyes as I glance up at him.

He stares at me, a mix of aggression and submission playing across his face, caught between the ecstasy of my mouth and the chaos of the racetrack, teeth clenched and breathing heavily. He shifts slightly, trying to keep steady as he accelerates, the car launching forward like a bullet. The rush pushes me closer to the edge of my own pleasure, and with every thrust of his hips, I can feel the desire mounting, swirling around us like a tornado threatening to explode.

The other cars blur past us, and I hear Ash and Dom shouting and laughing in the background, nothing but a distant echo. I gently graze my teeth along the delicate skin of his shaft, just enough to tease him, making him suck in a quick intake of air.

“Fuck, just like that, don’t stop,” he gasps, his voice trembling, and I take it as my cue to dive deeper, swirling my tongue around his cock.

Suddenly, headlights from the other cars flash in my peripheral vision, pulling me back to reality. But I keep sucking, taking him further, slurping and messy, focusing on every reaction his body has as he navigates the curves of the road.

“Don’t make me pull over and finish this outside,” he warns, but the way his voice cracks hints at the excitement he’s feeling and the very real risk of our action heightening the stakes.

I hum with his cock in my mouth, making him tremble, my blue eyes sparkling with a challenge as I pick up my pace, swirling my tongue around in increasingly delicious patterns, coaxing him to the edge.

Relationships rules blurring even further, I lose myself to the indulgence of it all—the temptation, the thrill of desire and danger intertwining. He grunts again, the sound raw and animalistic, and it drives me on, urging me to keep sucking until his warm, bitter precum coats my tongue. My hair tumbles around us, the soft strands brushing against his thighs, giving him the slightest hint of added pleasure.

“God, you’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he laughs, his voice strained and full of raw hunger.

The wildness of the ride, combined with the heat of our moment, swells within the walls of the car, as if the world outside has vanished. I lean back slightly, taking a breath as I suck him back into my mouth one last time before popping off just to watch him writhe in the aftermath.

“Just admit it, Killian, you love the chaos I bring,” I say, my own heart racing from the uncharted territory we’re dancing in.

With one last deep breath, I dip my head back down, taking him between my lips until his cock is half down my throat, pushing him over the final edge, feeling him tense beneath me, every muscle clenching as he spills his cum into my eager mouth.

The tension breaks a little, and for a second, I allow myself a triumphant grin before looking up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. As reality settles back in, I can see the true conflict swirling in his eyes. This would be the turning point; lines crossed blurred and boundaries pushed beyond their means. We might just be teetering on the edge of something much larger than either of us want to admit.

He shifts, reclaiming control of the wheel, determination setting his jaw as he accelerates even more, chasing the finish line while our electric connection buzzes in the silence.

“I’ve got one fucking rule, Killian,” I admit, control and obsession lacing my voice.

“And what’s that?”

“If you don’t want me fucking anyone but the three of you, then I better not find out that you’re fucking anyone else either. And I’m not fucking around.”

“Fine, I can do that. But you might want to give Ash and Dom the same talk, because I'm not the only one with a little side piece.”

As we cross the finish line with a deafening roar, I can’t help but look at him, a wild grin stretching across my face. He shoots me a look, a mix of exasperation and reluctant admiration. “Any time you want to suck my dick like that again, I’m fucking game.”