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THIRTY-TWO

CONTROL

CIRCUS PSYCHO—DIGGY GRAVES

DOM

T he alcohol has us in a heavy fog, the bright neon lights flickering in our sight with a buzzing that pierces our ears. The four of us sit here, high, drunk, fucked up beyond belief, not saying a word because we have no idea what to say.

Calista sits between me and Ash, while Killian sits in the recliner, staring at her with something heavy on his mind. He grasps a 40 in his hand while a blunt is settled between his lips, smoke swirling into the air and adding to the layer of fog floating around the living room.

Needles, pipes, and rolled-up dollar bills are scattered across the coffee table, along with any remnants of the white and brown powders we’ve been putting in our bodies all night. With another race win, we celebrated hard and have no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Calista gets to her feet, swaying, trying to regain her footing by putting her hands on the tops of me and Ash’s heads.

“You alright?” I ask, my voice raspy due to the influx of heroin rushing through me.

“Yeah, greeaaat,” she laughs, dragging out the word as she literally shakes her body to try and wake herself up.

Her eyes, dark, mysterious, and heavily glazed over, pierce into mine, sending a silent message of something I can’t quite decipher. But fuck, I try real fucking hard to figure it out before she stumbles off toward the patio—but no fucking luck.

“I need some air. Anyone want to join me?” She asks without looking behind her, swaying her hips so her firm ass bounces in the tight little shorts she’s wearing.

“Yeah, be right out,” Ash says, completely hypnotized by her seductive movements, just like Killian and I.

As soon as the sliding door opens and she steps out onto the porch, leaving it open for us, I turn to the guys and lean in, lowering my voice. “I’m fucking tempted to go out there and bend her ass over the railing.” I wink, rubbing my palm over the growing bulge in my pants.

Ash and Killian laugh, their eyes heavy with desire, clearly with the same thing on their minds. But we’re all holding our breath, anticipating a call from our fathers, who usually like to ruin the mood with a little more torment of their own.

“You ever going to tell us what happened the other night with you two?” Kill asks Ash, still curious about his and Calista’s secret night out that neither of them want to talk about.

Ash shakes his head, firm on not speaking about it. But the look of turmoil in his eyes lets us know that whatever happened fucked with him pretty hard.

“We just went out and paid Marcus a visit. That’s it.” He puffs on his cigarette, breaking down another pill to sniff with the single line of coke on the table.

“The same Marcus she admitted to killing? Did you help her, Ash?” I ask nervously, feeling my hands sweat with anticipation.

He looks at me and says, “Of course I fucking helped her. I had a part in killing that motherfucker too, and I don’t regret a single fucking thing,” he says flatly before sniffing the fat line in one go.

My jaw doesn’t drop. I had a feeling he helped her, so I’m not as shocked as Killian, who looks like he saw a fucking ghost.

“You what? You killed him?” He sputters, trying to shake the high out of his mind so he can focus.

“Damn fucking right,” Ash says, grinning. “We fucking stabbed him, and when he was dead, I fucked her over his body. It was the hottest fucking sex I’ve ever had.” He winks, standing up.

“You’re just as fucking twisted as she is,” I laugh, standing up right after him to follow his lead.

Slowly, Killian comes to his senses and stands up too, at a loss for words, which surprises me a bit. What did he expect now that Calista is back? Butterflies and fucking rainbows? She’s a woman out for revenge; we all should’ve seen this shit coming.

I run my hands through my hair, puffing on a cigarette tucked between my lips as I walk outside with the guys, an eerie silence following us. Calista doesn’t even turn around when we step out; she just continues to lean over the railing, toking on a blunt, and watching the smoke rings from her mouth dissipate into thin air.

I take a second to admire her: long legs with numerous tattoos that cover up the years of scars she’s endured, making me wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around my head while I’m feasting on her cunt. Her hourglass shape is perfect, defining and accentuating her perky tits held snugly in a tight-fitting sports bra, showing off more skin than I’ve seen from her since she’s been here. Her blonde hair is pulled up, twisted in a messy bun on top of her head, with a few loose strands of hair cascading down her back. She’s fucking stunning, and I can’t get the image of me railing her tight little cunt while she’s bent over the banister out of my fucking mind.

And apparently, she knows exactly what I’m thinking. “Instead of staring, why don’t you do something about it, Dominic?” She purrs, letting my name roll off the tip of her tongue, driving me wild.

“You know what I want, Cali? Is that right?” I tease, stepping up behind her and grabbing her hips, gently tugging her against me.

“You want to fuck me just as much as I want to fuck you, am I right?” She blows another mouthful of smoke into the night air, the strong wind taking it in it’s breeze.

“Oh, you’re fucking right, alright.” I wink at the guys as they stand on either side of her, inching closer so their elbows are pressed against hers.

“How about you guys?” She asks, turning to look at Kill and then Ash before focusing straight ahead. “Do you wanna fuck me as bad as Dom does?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Ash jokes, sucking in a breath as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyes scanning her barely clothed body.

Killian, still trying to wrap his head around everything that’s just been said, chuckles nervously. But the tension in the air is palpable, thick with raw desire and the unspoken complications that linger beyond our intoxicated bravado. It feels like a ticking clock, counting down freedom and chaos.

“Then why don’t you all come a little closer?” Her voice drips like honey, trickling down our spines and igniting something primal within.

My heart races, caught in a whirl of lust and the adrenaline from everything that’s unfolded between us. I take a step forward, closing the distance, my breath mingling with the cool night air.

“What do you have in mind, Calista?” I ask, my voice low and teasing, testing the waters.

“I have a craving for a little chaos—a little power play...” she trails off deliberately, letting the weight of her words hang thick in the air.

Shivers dance across my skin as she leans back against me, her ass pressing against my groin. I’m hard, painfully so, but patience is key. I want this to be right, to make it last longer than the usual high that fades just as quickly as it arrives. Killian and Ash seem to feel it too, their expressions pushing between eagerness and confusion.

“What do you mean?” Ash jumps in, and there’s a hint of something darker at play in his voice.

She smirks, turning her head back to the horizon, the glowing cityscape reflecting in her eyes. “Nothing too complicated, just some quality time with my favorite boys,” she murmurs, drawing the three of us in even deeper.

The air hangs heavy with anticipation as the logic of our reality slips into chaos. I’m aware of how reckless this is—the drugs, the alcohol, the implied consequences—but right now, with Calista’s presence fueling something deep within, a dare more alluring than anything I’ve ever known. I barely register the sound of the city as my instincts kick in—I pull her closer, wanting her body against mine.

“Show us what you’ve got. Show us what you really want, Little Psycho,” I whisper, conscious of the other two closing in around us.

Her eyes spark with mischief, her intentions veiled in shadows. “Alright, you’ve got all night to show me what you’re willing to do for me, boys.”

“Damn, this is a fucking twisted version of Monopoly,” Ash quips, his nervous laughter breaking through a tension that has settled deep inside us all.

“More like a game of strip poker with some fucking murder on the side,” Killian adds, biting back a grin.

Calista arches a perfectly sculpted brow, glancing at each of us in turn as my blood runs cold and hot all at once, sending mixed confusion coursing through me. “Fuck, flirt, fight—it’s all fair game. But remember, I have a fucking nasty side too.”

“Shit, and so do we,” I throw back, stepping forward, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

A part of me knows that what’s coming will change everything—the thrill, the recklessness, and the subtle danger of it all. But the fog rests heavy on our minds, and none of us can give a fuck.

“Dom, baby, be a good boy for me and get on your knees in front of Kill,” Calista orders in a sweet voice, but dark mischief flashes in her even darker eyes. “I want to watch you suck his cock and put on a good show for me, huh? Deep throat him for me.”

Rubbing my hands together, I pull off my shirt and drop to my knees without hesitation, more than ready to taste him on my tongue while she watches, drinking in the tattoos covering my torso with hunger in her eyes. The thrill makes my cock rock hard, and as I pull out Killan’s, I can tell it has made him hard too.

Looking up, my jaw drops when I see her twirling a knife around, unsure of where she pulled it from. I gulp, wondering what her intentions are with it. Glancing at Ash, I’m shocked when I see him grinning widely, as if he knows what she has planned.

“What the fuck is that for?” I ask, stroking Killian’s cock from the base to the tip, evoking grunts from his dry throat each time my fingers graze his piercings.

“You’ll see. For now, be my good boy and suck his cock, or you won’t get any of this,” she says softly, running the tip of the knife up and down her pussy over her shorts.

As I open my mouth and suck Kill inside, I keep my eyes on Cali, feeling Killian tug on my hair, moving my head how he wants it. All of a sudden, she pushes her shorts down, revealing her bare pussy with a shiny ring through her clit, gleaming in the moonlight.

“Fuck,” I mumble against Kill’s cock, making him hiss from the vibrations.

She lifts one leg and puts it on top of the railing, giving us a perfect shot of her drenched cunt with her pussy lips spread wide open.

“Ash, be a good boy and drop to your knees for me... You know what to do.” She playfully bites her lip, teasing her clit with the tip of the knife as he drops to his knees like he’s praying at the altar.

Sucking Kill’s cock, I watch eagerly as Ash begins to lick Calista’s pussy, tongue-fucking her while she continues to tease herself with the knife. My balls ache, in desperate need of a release just from the seconds of watching things unfold.

“Fuck,” she moans, grazing Ash’s head with the tips of her fingers, throwing her head back slightly.

I look up at Kill, grinning with my lips sealed around his pierced cock, sucking and slurping on him how I know he likes it. He trembles, holding my head in his hands while thrusting his hips, shoving his cock further down my throat until I gag around him, coughing with spit dripping from the corners of my lips.

“Ah, that’s it, Dom. Choke on my dick,” he drawls, sinking his perfect white teeth into his wet bottom lip and hissing from the pleasure of my mouth.

The fact that we’re in the open for my neighbors to see doesn’t even bother me. I’m too worked up. Too horny. And all I fucking want is to come inside Calista. I shiver just thinking about it, tasting the bitterness of Kill’s precum as it coats the head of his cock.

Next thing I know, Calista pulls Ash to his feet by his hair, putting the blade to his neck. Making a small cut, she waits for the blood to ooze out before putting her mouth to it and licking it clean, her eyes locked on mine as Kill spills his cum into my mouth, coating my tongue before I swallow every drop.

Without thinking or waiting for her to say something else, I get to my feet and shove Ash out of the way, lifting Cali into my arms and slamming her back into the glass sliding door.

“Ooh,” she gasps, locking her legs around my waist, still clutching the knife, refusing to drop it.

I bend my knees and grab my cock, guiding it to her dripping entrance. With a single thrust, I enter her, using my legs to support her weight. And then I begin fucking her, slamming her spine directly against the door repeatedly as I drive my cock deep in her cunt, making her eyes roll back in her head.

“Fuck, that’s it,” she moans again, licking her dry lips with her eyes boring into mine. “Killian, get behind me and put your cock in my ass—if you can,” she challenges, never taking her eyes off mine.

Without speaking, Killian maneuvers behind her, letting her body weight lean against him as he bends his knees and plunges his cock into her ass without warning, ripping a scream from her throat. She drops the knife and sinks her nails into my shoulders, breaking skin from her grip.

Spitting into his hand, Killian applies the saliva to his cock, only sliding out of her ass to the tip, just to lube his shaft so he’s not hurting her. But to be honest, she doesn’t look like she’s in any kind of pain whatsoever.

“Ash, fuck Dom. I want to see his face when he feels your cock stretching his tight ass out,” she demands in between thrusts.

“I’m good with watching,” he says, laughing, his eyes focused on the three of us.

Her demeanor shifts, and the look in her eyes turns cold, dark, and furious. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to watch. I want to watch you fuck Dom, so fucking do it.”

“Fine, Little Psycho. As you fucking wish,” he spits, a wild smirk on his lips as he gets behind me, out of my view.

My pants come down the rest of the way, and he kicks my legs apart, almost making my cock slip out of Calista’s pussy, but I recover quickly, bracing myself for his cock. I suck in a breath as he rubs layers of spit over my ass, using his fingers to stretch me out before pushing his cock into me. I squeeze my eyes shut as he inches into my ass, holding my hips for leverage. I hear Cali chuckle, and her hold on me gets tighter, my eyes shooting open to watch her watching me as Ash fucks my ass without mercy.

Her eyes gleam with a predatory spark as the scene unfolds in a mix of primal heat and chaotic lust. I glance at Killian, who’s lost in the moment, his focus entirely on Calista’s pleasure as he thrusts into her, matching my rhythm while holding her hips firmly.

“Just like that,” she breathes, her voice low and sultry, sending shivers of excitement all through us.

With each movement, my head spins in and out of reality, losing myself in the intoxicating haze of depravity. I can feel Ash’s cock pressing deeper with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure that rush right up to my chest. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to scream—to give in completely. It’s a game we’re playing—a dark, twisted dance of power and submission.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Dom,” Ash grunts behind me, and his words send a fresh wave of heat coursing through my body. “Just wait till I bust my load in your tight hole,” he mutters through clenched teeth, trailing wet kisses along my shoulder blades.

Calista lets out a low chuckle, the sound dripping with desire. “I want us all to feel every last bit of each other.”

The crude challenge ignites a deep craving in me, and I lock eyes with Killian as I continue pumping into Calista’s cunt, my movements synchronizing with his thrusts deep inside her ass. Ash reaches around me, his hand firmly cupping my balls. He teases me for a moment before massaging them harder and faster, grinning as he unlocks a moan from Cali’s lips.

I can feel Kill’s increasing rhythm match mine—the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the night, layering our primal moans with the unmistakable sound of lust. I lower my head, losing myself in the animalistic symphony, focusing on the surge of heat that envelopes me fully.

Then, without warning, everything shatters. Calista lets out a scream that pierces the night, the sound rich with ecstasy. It reverberates through the air, pushing us all to our breaking point.

As Killian and I hit our peak, thrusting hard, I feel Ash’s tempo quicken, and just as I teeter on the edge, it all collides—a massive wave of heat washes over us, a release of all the pent-up tension.

With a final thrust, I surrender entirely, shooting my cum deep inside Calista, and the heat of it all engulfs me completely. She soaks my cock, her pussy clenching around me in a heartbeat-like rhythm as she completely unravels, her body trembling. Ash groans, spilling his hot, thick seed deep inside my ass, while Killian does the same, filling Cali’s ass with every drop of cum he can pump out.

As the world starts to come back into focus, I can see the starry night above us, the air thick with a mixture of high emotions and the faint taste of blood, sweat, and Kill’s cum that lingers tantalizingly on my lips. Watching the face she makes as she comes gets me even harder, even though I just filled her to the brink.

“Kill, hold her up,” I command, hearing the desperation in my hoarse voice as Ash slides out of my ass and steps back, his cum sliding down my legs.

“This little thing?” Kill chuckles, winking at her as she turns her head to the side to look at him.

Slowly easing out of her presumably sore ass and using his body as leverage, Kill holds Cali by her hips and lifts her to his shoulders, aligning her pussy with my face while my hands possessively cup her ass.

“Fucking perfect,” I exclaim in a breathy whisper, spreading her shaky thighs and putting her legs on my shoulders.

“Dominic,” Cali moans. “What, hmm, what are you doing?” Her hooded eyes travel to mine, then fall to my lips as I lick them, smirking with mischief.

“Look at how pretty this pussy is, Cali. So tight. So red.” I move my head between her thighs, my lips mere inches away from her pussy. “So swollen.” I blow on her clit, watching in pure fascination as it swells from the cool air. “So fucking sensitive,” I whisper, staring into her eyes briefly before moving my gaze back to her cunt. “Absolutely fucking drenched, and with my cum dripping out of it,” I growl, licking a line with the tip of my tongue from her ass to her clit, making her writher in Kill’s arms.

She tries to lock her thighs around my head, wanting to ride my face. I nudge them open by turning my head, moving it from side to side, and keeping my tongue curled against her cunt to catch my cum as it drips out.

“Let me watch my work, Cali,” I grunt.

“Why?” she asks, still panting as she begins to run her fingers through my hair.

I grin deviously, inhaling her scent with my nose pressed against her pussy. “Because I’m going to catch every fucking drop and put it back inside of you. I want you filled with me, Cali, and I don't give a fuck what end it goes back in.” I raise my brow and keep licking her, gathering my cum and hers on my tongue.

Finally, I press my mouth against her swollen pussy lips and thrust my tongue deep inside her, squeezing her ass roughly while swirling and sucking the mixture of our cum out of her. My teeth graze her clit, making her body jolt each time, sensitivity surging throughout her.

Killian begins kissing her neck, scraping his teeth along her burning skin, making her squirm, and the rest of the cum inside her pours out and coats my tongue.

“Open her mouth,” I mumble, holding our cum on my tongue.

Ash eagerly steps up beside me, pinching her cheeks and keeping a firm grasp on her jaw to keep her mouth open. I lean in, putting my lips to hers, and spit the cum into her mouth.

“Give Ash a kiss, and don’t you dare swallow that shit,” I warn her, taking a step back to catch my breath.

They carefully pass the cum back and forth as they kiss, eventually moving to Killian, still never swallowing the cum. I grab her chin and yank her away from Killian. I slam my mouth down on hers, grabbing her throat. Before she can swallow it, I pull my lips away from hers and scoop the rest of the cum out of her mouth, coating my fingers generously before plunging them back into her cunt and pushing our cum back inside her.

“Look at that,” I chuckle darkly, my lips twisting into a knowing grin. “Each one of you had my cum in your mouths.. Fucking enjoy the way I taste.”

* * *

Fresh out of the shower with a hint of minty toothpaste lingering on my tongue, I sprawl out on my bed, my arm wrapped around Calista.

With her cheek pressed against my chest and her fingers tracing the muscles in my abdomen, we lie here watching TV, still reeling in the aftermath of the fuckfest that just took place on the balcony.

Oblivious to what’s happening beyond my bedroom door, I greedily inhale her scent, my nose grazing the top of her wet head. We’re trapped in a little bubble, just the two of us, knowing in just a few short hours it’s all going to end.

“What’s running through your mind, Dom?” She asks, breaking the silence.

“How good it felt being buried so deep inside of you,” I admit, welcoming the flashbacks from earlier.

“I bet,” she laughs, turning her head and tilting it to look at me. “You know, tomorrow is Halloween.” She smirks, her lips curling devilishly.

“That it is. Any plans?”

“Of course I have plans,” she states, as if I should know what they are. “But so do you, and Ash, and Killian.”

Confused, I raise my brow and look at her, trying to decode the twisted look on her face and the dark gleam in her eyes that matches it. She quickly climbs out of my bed and grabs her backpack. Getting back into bed, she digs around in the bag, grinning as she pulls out a single piece of crumpled up paper.

Her list.

“We’re going to cross another name off this list,” she informs me, waving the paper in the air, holding onto it as if her life depends on it.

“By we, you mean... all four of us?” I sit up, daring to reach for the list.

She snatches it away and shakes her head. “Exactly. The three of you are going to help me finish it, like it or not.” Her smirk falters, and her eyes grow even darker than usual, as if a distant bad memory flashes in her mind.

“You mean we’re going to help you kill the rest of the people you have written down?” I feel the anxiety inside me grip my throat, but I try to keep it together.

She nods, not saying a word.

“Can I see it?” I softly ask, feeling nervous.

She shakes her head, folding it back up and tucking it back in her bag. “No, you’re not ready to see it yet.”

“I don’t think that shit is fair. I mean, if we have to help you kill them, I think we have a right to see whose names are on it.” I watch her demeanor shift as she grows oddly quiet.

She doesn’t budge on showing me; she only tries to avoid my statement altogether. She lays down again, her head on the pillow beside mine, staring at the fading black paint covering the ceiling.

Deciding not to push too much, I take out two cigarettes and light them, handing one to her. She accepts it, still silent, gliding the filter across her lips before sealing them around it and taking a puff.

As she blows the smoke out, she speaks softly, refusing to look at me. “There are names on that list that you’re not going to like, Dom.”

My gut twists in suspense as I lay back down, pulling her into my arms again. And even though she fights it at first, when she realizes I’m not letting her go, she gives in, placing her cheek back against my bare chest, exhaling a painful sounding sigh.

“I know I’ve hurt you, Cali. I know we all have—none of us have ever denied it, but you need to know how fucking sorry I am for the things I did. I never wanted any part of it,” I confess, feeling my heart break as I bring up the painful reminders of why we got ripped apart in the first place.

“I know, Dominic,” she whispers, a single tear rolling down the side of her cheek and landing on my chest.

“I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I hope you know that,” I assure her, with no idea of what she might have in mind for my redemption.

“Good, I’m glad you said that,” she mumbles, trying to keep her voice low so I can’t hear it cracking.

But I hear it anyway. I just don’t say anything.

“Yes, of course. I mean it, Calista. Anything.” My lips graze the side of her head, kissing her pulsing temple.

“Good, because one of the names on the list belongs to your father... and you’re going to help me kill him.”