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

Chapter 23

23

Sam

Clean up.

This isn’t ideal. I don’t like messy murder, but it had to be done. Was it maybe like giving the one you love flowers. Like hey, I got your roses, hey, I can crush your victims teeth.

The kitchen is all bloody and the first thing I do is check the body’s pockets.

It’s not elegant, but it helps.

Dude has a phone, and he uses thumb print.

My mind runs through all possibilities.

I wasn’t involved with the Mafia. They kill for business, and that I can respect and understand. If they would start killing for fun, things would change.

What do I know about the Mafia except for the things I found out from movies?

Not much.

I need more info from Lilly about her ex husband. In the meantime, I am changing the phones pass from thumb to a number lock. It is easy and that way, I can make it look as if he wanted out or something.

There are pics of him with a man that looks like he could be Mike.

Fuck.

Jealousy is churning inside me. No one is threatening Lilly and gets to live. No need to rush things.

Dead guy has 3 different ID’s from different states. Stupid move fucker. What are you going to do if you get arrested?

Or if, I don't know, you get in a car crash.

I take them too.

His briefcase is filled with cash.

“Cleaning tax.”

I tell the head with the eyes rolled back that looks at me as if I should hold answers.

“You died, I am just making sure that you won’t make trouble.”

I search through Lilly’s kitchen, but she has no tarp or any other plastic bags that are big enough for my needs.

I look down at me. I can’t risk leaving like this. Yes, the clock says 4 AM, but one can never be too careful. My white clothes are covered in blood that I can’t fault on a paper cut.

I get an idea and I walk into Lilly’s greenhouse. Jackpot.

A pair of wide overalls hang from the wall and she has those dark heavy duty plastic garbage bags, the ones that are for leaves and shit.

I grab the entire roll, but not before I change and clean my hands and face with a towel in the sink she has out there.

The towel will be burned.

Next step.

I need to take this dude over to my place. She has no tools for the job I plan on doing.

The problem is he is a large man, and someone, again could see me carrying a body around.

The wheelbarrow offers me a solution.

I go back inside and use some cord I found in the greenhouse to tie the dude up as good as I can. He is a large guy, this is a great workout.

Point one, this is taken care of.

Then wrap him in the plastic sacks. Good.

After that, I loaded his ass in the wheelbarrow, assured myself that no one was on the street and moved the body over in my basement. Hitting the AC I made sure that my basement is as cool as a fridge.

“You have time to wait longer, it’s not as if you would go anywhere,” I can make some dumb jokes sometimes.

I wasn’t in any hurry to cut him apart. Lilly is more important now. I have to get my ass in the shower and clean myself, change and walk over to her. This is going to be a very long night.

About twenty minutes later, I walked over to Lilly’s house with a bottle of bleach, gloves and more plastic bags in my backpack.

The kitchen was covered in blood. Images of us fucking against the kitchen table with Roy’s body next to it flashed in my head and I couldn’t stop myself from releasing a moan.

I expected Lilly to be upstairs, scared and covered in her bed, but she sat on the lower step of her stairs with a cup in her hand.

“Hey, you are back.”

She gave me an appreciative look that had me feeling warm and fuzzy all over.

Lilly chewed on her lower lip. I dropped my backpack and walked over to her. She was dressed in a pair of leggings and a ratty shirt that allowed me to see her nipples pressing against the fabric.

My stomach made a jump and I was weak in the knees.

“Absolutely.”

“Where’s Roy?”

“He’s tied up in my basement. I have the right tools to take care of things there.”

She rolled her eyes.

Her hands moved and she picked at her cuticle.

“And you did this before. Right?”

She was shrinking into herself, as if she was afraid of me.

“Yes. I am what you probably would call a serial killer.”

Lilly cleared her throat and kept picking at her cuticles.

“I see. I am sure that I should have questions about that but I pull a blank here, Sam. You don’t have a serial killer vibe.”

“You don’t have a killer vibe either.”

“Fair enough.”

She snort laughed at me and I stood right across from her.

“What about us? We can’t deny that something happened.”

“I have been obsessed with you since day one.”

“Were you planning to, you know.”

She made a suggestive sign, showing me her neck and moving her hand in a cutting sign over the soft skin.

“No.”

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand to my lips. How could I tell her that I am not good at this because I never considered that I would care about anything or anyone?

“I felt something. And I don’t feel. I am not used to feeling anything.”

I still held her hand. Now leaning against her, trying to pull the hand closer to my heart.

“I am very sick and broken but I would never do anything to hurt you.”

She looked at me. The fear was still there.

“I am scared Sam. If Mike finds out about me, he will kill me. This was pure luck, with Roy.”

She squeezed my hand with hers.

“We can keep talking, but I have to clean up here. We can’t have your living room covered in blood.”

“Let me help.”

“I’ll rather you sit there, drink your tea and we talk. Okay?”

She nodded.

I pulled her against me. She was warm and shivered.

“I will take care of everything. It will all be okay.”

And I meant it.

If I have to kill her mafia husband, I will. What’s one more kill on my list?

My stomach clenched. I put on gloves and started to pour bleach all over the floor.

The tiles will be easy to scrub once the bleach soaks a bit into the blood.

“You look as if you did this before.”

“I prefer to prepare my kill room. But yeah.”

“Sam?”

“Yes?”

I kept scrubbing, my back to Lilly.

“How did you know that there was someone here? I mean, you showed up at 2 am in my kitchen and you looked as if you were ready to kill someone.”

It was my turn to feel a certain fear.

Normally I would lie.

“I have surveillance in your house. The only reason why I didn’t get here sooner was that I was not home.”

“Surveillance?”

“Yes.”

“Cameras and stuff. This is stalker shit.”

“I am not a stalker. I am a serial killer.”

I stopped and faced her holding the bleach bottle in one hand and the brush in the other.

“The day I saw you move in, something inside me moved. It came alive.”

“Like Alien?”

She asked and I hoped she won’t hate me for it.

“I have issues and I knew that I won’t be talking to you. That I can’t pull you with me in my world of darkness, but there was this deep need to see you. And keep you safe. And to do that, I had to.. I had to be able to watch you.”

“So you did, watch me?”

“Yes.”

“I should be fuming, but I think that this is the most fucking romantic thing that anyone ever did for me.”

I couldn’t stop myself from dropping the bleach and taking a step towards Lilly.

“I would really love to kiss you.”

I said and leaned closer. My face was covered in stubble and I urgently needed a shave.

“I want to touch you.”

Her eyes were huge and round, two pools filled with questions.

“I noticed that I can’t deal. But kissing is fine. It’s actually perfect.”

She walked closer, pushed herself up on her toes, her soft breasts pressed against my chest and she kissed me. Softly.

I wrapped her into me, wanting to absorb her the way dry soil drinks up all the water.

“Lilly.”

Her name clinging to my lips.

“My real name is Elizabeth.”

She whispered to me between kisses. Fire touching us and melting us into one piece of broken glass.

With her, I saw myself differently. She made me see myself in another light.

“I am broken too, Sam, and I don’t care how you call me as long as I am yours.”

My heart couldn’t deal. I grabbed her in my arms and walked up the stairs with her.

“I need to bed you properly.”

“Who says that?”

“What?”

“Bed you?”

I pressed my mouth on her. I loved the way her giggle sounded in my throat.

The bedroom was a familiar place for me.

I put her on the bed and lay next to her. Needing to kiss her.

My hands trailed in her still wet, tangled, curly hair and I tried to absorb her soul into mine.

“Sam?”

She laid there, her eyes open.

“Is something wrong?”

“I, can I touch your face?”

Her hand hovered next to my stubble and I had to consider it.

“Maybe if I can guide your hand.”

“Uh huh.”

I put my large hand on her small delicate one. And it made me burn harder.

My body was ready, but I rejoiced in the feeling of the wonderful pain of desiring Lilly or Elizabeth or whatever her name was.

All I needed to know was that her cracks and flaws matched mine.

I allowed myself to breathe softly.

In and out.

Her skin was soft against my jaw, but I was covered in stubble.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I whispered as her hand traced my lower face.

“You won’t hurt me.”

Lilly whispered and I saw her. She trusted me. There was no fear, just desire.

Her hand was soft, but I had to restrain myself to deal with her touch. As much as I craved her, as much I had to fight with my own fears and issues.

“Lilly, I am sorry, I can’t.”

She pulled her hand away.

“Oh, I just.”

Her hand and mine were entwined.

“That’s ok. I can deal with hands touching. Bodies touching is lovely.”

She nodded, and leaned towards the edge of the bed.

“If we are in bed naked, I can’t promise not to touch you.”

Lilly said with a sweet playful smirk.

“I can’t deal with touch.”

She pressed my hand.

“But do you want to touch me?”

“Yes, very much.”

“Tie me up. That way, you don’t feel scared that I will touch you and I don’t need to focus on not touching you.”

Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she offered me a silk headband.

“Are you sure that being tied up by a serial killer is such a good idea?”

I asked and pressed a kiss on her neck. There it was, that earthy sweet Lilly smell that drove me wild.

I needed more of her.

“It’s not some serial killer. You are my serial killer.”

That smile melted me and she offered me her hands.

“How about I tie them up over your head?”

“Uh huh, let me take my shirt off.”

I had to catch my breath as I watched her full lush breasts move after she pulled her shirt off and threw it down on the floor.

“Fuck.”

I released the curse between my lips, inhaling her scent.

Her hands ended up tied over her head and she threw me the most wicked smile.

“When you cut my clothes off me, fuck that was hot.”

She whispered and I watched her press her thighs together.

Was she aroused?

Watching her like that had me hard as rock.

“I know that you are a bad girl and that you touched yourself thinking about me.”

A pink hue of the sweetest blush creeped all the way up to her cheeks, and made the freckles stand out.

“I want you, Sam. Do you want me?”

The groan that I did a bad job to stifle must have been a reply.

“I want you more than my next kill. I want to be inside you more than I want to slide a knife in the still beating heart of my next victim. I want you, Lilly.”

Her eyes rolled back, and her lashes touched her cheeks right before she opened her mouth allowing me a look at her full lips and luscious tongue that slid out of her mouth.

My hand moved over her skin.

Her soft, buttery skin that had me wild with need.

She kept shifting her hips and pressing them hard.

My hand moved to her ankles and I pulled my knife out.

Lilly gasped as the cold steel touched her heated skin and pressed against it.

The fabric of her leggings made a ripping noise as I used my knife to cut them off her leg.

Slowly.

“Do you like this?”

I asked as my knife pressed against the apex of her thighs, on her hot swollen clit.

“Uh huh.”

Lilly moaned and I pressed the blade harder, making sure she wouldn’t get hurt. Her hips moved, as if she needed more. I slid the steel under the already ripped fabric and freed her of the rest of her leggings.

She lay there, in front of me naked and glorious.

Her skin glowing as I watched her in the soft light of her bedroom.

This was so much better than just watching her on camera.

“What will you do to me now?”

“I have to make myself familiar with each little part of your gorgeous self.”

I said and my hands trailed up and down. They stopped at her lush breasts and I started rubbing them. Teasing her nipples until they stood hard. Just when she was moaning and squirming, I leaned closer and took one of them into my mouth. Gently sucking.

Moving my tongue around them as my hand opened her folds and dipped into her wetness. I was still shocked that touching her inside wasn’t disgusting to me at all.

I expected repulsion, but it was only a desire to make her as wet as possible.

I kissed her and she pressed her body against mine.

“Not fair.”

Lilly moaned and I gave her a look that had her blushing.

“What?”

“You see me naked, and touch me and I don’t get to see you.”

“Your wish is my desire.”

I moved to my feet and started to unbutton my shirt and dropped it to the floor. Next my pants had to go and I stood there wearing only my briefs.

“More.”

I felt my cock throbbing under her gaze. I never gave much attention to my looks. Sure, I made sure that I dressed right for what passed as human male cosplay, always clean and sharp. But my clothes were not a reflection of me. My body was honed by hours of martial arts and lifting weight, and miles and miles of running in the heat. Only for me that had always been functional. I didn’t work out to impress people, I worked out to be able to run from the police or to be able to lift a body and carry it as far in the forest as necessary.

That would maybe be great gym motivation for many people.

“You look hot.”

She whispered and I felt myself blushing. I care for her. And I was surprised to see that I care about her opinion of me.