The Serial Killers Guide to Love (Deadly Darling #1)

Chapter 21

21

Sam

H J Christ, holy fucking mother of God, I think I just came in my pants.

Lilly is in front of me, covered in blood like a Goddess and she licks her fingers off, as if her hand would be covered by the most delicious chocolate.

My body is wired.

She killed this guy, and it was no accident.

The drops of blood that cover the face and body are the most beautiful adornment that she could wear.

My throbbing cock wants nothing more than to slide deep into her and take her, here and now.

I can’t think.

I walk towards her, and I lose all sense of control. My entire life I forced myself to be calm and controlled, to plan each of my steps and to not allow myself to break and get in touch with my lower urges and with my animal self, but how can I be calm when this woman is covered in ambrosia.

Her body shivers after the fresh kill.

Her eyes are dilated, and the blood of her victim is still cold.

Taking one more step towards her, I see her grabbing the knife and pointing it to me, but I don’t care.

I allow her to push the tip of her knife into my chest. It breaks through the clothes and reaches my skin, but I don’t care.

She can stab me and I would come.

My body is enthralled by her. The way her eyes are focused on me only, her lips are stained with blood and the cooling body is on the chair, waiting.

The room smells like sweet coppery life.

Her eyes and mine lock.

But she shivered and I grabbed her wrist.

My body takes control and I have needs that I never knew of.

In one swift move, my mouth takes hers. This is not a kiss, this is a savage declaration of need, war and possession.

I would cut anything and anyone who would stay between me and my bloody Goddess.

I am enthralled.

I am addicted.

All I can think of is the need that I feel for her. The kind of need that would make a man kill.

“Don’t touch me.”

I whisper and she only moans after I leave her lips.

“I touch you.”

She grabs the edge of the table and I take the knife from her.

I only need one minute to cut her clothes off and watch her naked.

The way her hips dip and create that waist drive me nuts. My cock is beyond hard, it is pulsating, throbbing, needing. Wild.

I need to be inside her, but this is my first time, and like all my life it has to be marked by blood and pain.

Lilly looks at me and I feel that she is with me.

My hands move over the neck of the dead guy and I am covered in blood myself. The next step is to touch her with it.

Her lips.

She leans her head back and moans.

Her neck.

“Mine."

I roar and I can’t help myself. Every part of her is mine now.

Her breasts with the nipples that look like orchids since I added blood to them.

Her sex.

I want to touch her slowly, but I can’t. I need this.

This was meant to happen, like a train crash or like me killing people.

“Lean your arms on the table.”

I command and she does as I ask.

“Spread your legs.”

I shiver when she opens up for me.

I want to touch her with my wet bloody fingers and I do so.

My right hand clasps her throat and pulls her head back, my mouth is close to her ear.

I want to hear her.

My left hand moves on her round full ass, teasing her crack and landing between her legs.

Her pussy is dripping, but I don’t feel repulsed by it.

Lilly moans.

“Do you like this?”

I ask as my hand moved between her open folds to find her clit. I never fucked, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t do any research.

My fingers covered in blood trail to her clit and I press my thumb on it.

She is moving her hips and pressing them against me. My body is hardening in need.

I can deal with her body touching mine, just not her hands on me.

This is information that my analytical brain files away for later.

“Yes, Sam.”

My name on her lips makes me want to die now, because this is perfect.

I keep her there. Aroused.

“I want you to come on my bloody fingers, Lilly, my murderous Goddess”

She moans and her hips rub against my cock making this turn into pure torture.

“Sam.”

She meows, but I use my thumb to stroke her clit and I feel what she likes. Her hips move in the rhythm of my fingers and I am lost in this dance of bloody passion.

She shatters all around me and I use two fingers to fuck her.

I need to be inside her. The heat and the way her insides grasp my fingers drives me crazy.

One second later, I palm my own cock, hard, needing her.

Pressing the tip against her entrance, I can hear her gasp.

This.

She killed.

Was this what I needed to feel fully connected to her? The knowledge that she is stained by blood, that she is like me.

That she doesn’t play after the rules of man, but that she has a darkness hidden under her beautiful facade.

“Sam.”

My name on those lips and I turn her head towards me and kiss her as I ram myself fully into her.

Hard.

There is no mercy.

I don’t try to be gentle. She is a killer like me, she needs to know that I am here to take her and fuck her, make her mine in all possible ways.

“Lilly.”

I whisper, but I need to stay in charge. Just a little longer.

I pull almost all the way out, looking at my cock as it slides out of her.

Her skin is warm and soft and sticky from the blood.

My body is not disgusted, it is okay.

I want to fuck her.

I need this.

To hold her against me.

And I thrust back into her, harder this time.

“Do you like to be fucked next to your victim?”

I ask as I ride that feeling that builds at the edge of my vision, right at the base of my spine.

“Fuck yeah.”

And it dawns on me, I can share my darkness with her.

Hot semen bursts inside her and I pull out, suddenly needing to take a step away.

Lilly is breathing hard and she turns towards me, her arms are stretched out, but one look at me and she puts them down.

“Are you okay?”

She asks right before a humorless laugh escapes her lungs.

“I, please don’t touch me.”

I stepped away from her. I see my cum dripping down her legs and mingling with the blood and it is suddenly the most beautiful thing ever and I feel the urge to kneel in front of her and clean her with my tongue.

Her eyes are glassing over.

“I won’t hurt you.”

She says with a soft shaky voice and she keeps her hands up, like a shield.

What? Does she seriously think that I am afraid of her hurting me. When she is the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen in my life.

What have I done?

Did I hurt her when we fucked?

Guilt and disgust for my own darkness pushed up inside me, but when Lilly breaks down on a chair crying, I feel lost, like the biggest idiot ever.

Lilly walks out on me, and I am all alone with the head of the guy that I didn’t know and wasn’t curious to know.

Blood is covering my clothes, and my cock is still hanging out of my pants. This is what people mean when they say that they are trapped with their pants around their ankles.

My first impulse is to leave and remove myself from this complication, but I can’t.

Lilly killed. But does she know how to safely clean after herself?

Just as I start assessing the body and the overall situation, the water of the shower starts running.

Should I go up, talk to her?

I don’t know.

What would a human with feelings do?

Just as I ask myself this, I know that I feel things for Lilly. Now for example, I would like to be there for her, tell her that we will manage. That this is not a problem. I want to talk her down from the ledge as they say, I want her to see me as being on her side.

I give up on the body and walk up towards the bedroom.