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

Chapter 34

34

Lilly

Death changes us.

People are inventing beautiful words like passed away, departed and other metaphors to make us forget that death is permanent and even being in the presence of death leaves a strong mark on the inside, on the soul of the living that inhale it. It burns into you.

In me, it released something. With Mike, I was always submitting to whatever he wanted in bed. I was a good girl, but with Sam, I felt strong enough to speak up and ask for what I want.

I want to be by his side, like Bonnie and Clyde, but I want him to use me and abuse me when we fuck.

I don’t want to worry.

I trust him fully.

When his cock pushed my walls and my head landed on the still warm and bloody body of the dead guy, I felt a sense of freedom like nothing that I expected or experienced before.

My lover fucked me.

And I looked into his eyes and saw him as he saw me.

Dark, broken, but glued back together by pain and passion, and turned into the most beautiful monsters.

We are the couple that will waltz into hell and scare Satan himself.

“Do you like it like that, My deadly darling?”

“Yes, fuck me, harder, don’t stop.”

Sam’s cock pushed all the right buttons inside me.

I was so full. And the way the plastic cover touched me made my skin feel like silk.

“Turn.”

He commanded and before I could do anything, he grabbed me and laid me on my belly facing the mess that was the dead guy.

Blood poured on me and with each push towards ecstasy, I watched Miller cool off and depart this existence.

“You are mine, no one will fuck you and live to tell the story.”

He grabbed my hair, his hand opened my bun and my locks snaked around his wrist.

The pull was perfect. The slap on my ass even better.

Sam stopped, the fullness hard to bare without friction and movement.

“Tell me.”

He demanded and slapped me again the pain that came from the touch of his palm on my ass, sparkling like the taste of lemon after a hot day on the beach. I feel the sparkles traveling in my bloodstream, like champagne bubbles, making me giggly.

“What?”

“Who’s my Deadly Darling?”

“I am.”

“Do you like the way I fuck you, my Deadly Darling?”

“Yes, I love the way you fuck me.”

He started pounding me again, and my mind went black when the waves of desire hit me again and again. The world was not a big scary place anymore. It was just us, blood and the cooling corpse that served as my support. Heat shot through me, bursting inside me and making me feel more alive than I have ever been. It felt like a poison trip, only so much better. I came to a point when my mind refused to control my body and I let go of it. Floating.

Sam’s hot cum slid down on my leg, mixing with the blood and I woke up in his arms, as he sat with me on the ground.

“Hey.”

He said and kissed my nose.

“Did I pass out?”

“Uh huh.”

“Sorry,” I said, but wasn’t feeling embarrassed by the fact that he fucked me into oblivion.

“No need to be sorry. I caught you. I always will.”

“I know.”

“How was it?” Sam’s big eyes held my gaze and I moved my hand through his hair.

“I love the way you fuck me.”

“No, the killing. How do you feel?”

“Strangely alive. I feel a rush, a high, power. If we could feed on power, that would probably be the source. Like in a video game, once you take another player’s life, you get more power.”

“I have never thought about it like this, but I have a new kink.”

I wiggled with my brows and Sam kissed me again.

“You, covered in blood but wearing a plastic overall. There’s something about you, covered only in plastic that’s driving me fucking insane.”

He kissed me again. This was nice.

The cleaning up, less.

I had to use a small bathroom to shower with cold water and scrub all the blood off me. Same as Sam. We couldn’t leave the house looking like, well, like two serial killers who just ended someone.

“What’s next?” I asked as I used plastic towels to dry myself off.

“We need to cut him and wrap him. Then wrap everything up and get going.”

“What happens with the plastic?”

“I use a pet incinerator at the vets, I have a key.”

“Aren’t you full of surprises?”

“The key is to make sure that the dots don’t connect. Police men aren’t that smart and even if they are, they are lazy. No one cares that an almost convicted felon disappeared. They see it like one less worry and they won’t look for him, they hate him.

“With good reason.”

“Yes. We all make mistakes.”

“Some are worse."

We did the rest of the work in silence, Sam didn’t ask me to work, but I wanted to learn. Like an eager apprentice, I watched Sam cut the guy into pieces and I almost barfed when he split his abdomen open. I had no idea that humans stink that badly when they get split open. Another information to file away for who knows when I need it.

The high was still here, buzzing like a bee trapped under a glass, but it was further away. And I started to chew on my lip, thinking.

“This is too much, I know.”

Sam said and I didn’t reply.

“The cutting. The first time I did it, I puked my guts out.”

“You? I can’t believe it.”

“One gets used to it, it’s like clearing game or a chicken. No big deal if you do it often enough.”

I nodded.

I didn’t mind.

In a strange way it felt like I was doing something good, something that made the world better and helped people that couldn’t be so hard like us stay safe.

“Have you ever killed someone who didn’t deserve it?”

Sam stopped and wiped his hands down on Miller’s pants.

“I hope not. I am thorough with my research. I like to make sure that I only catch the ones that leave a trail of bodies and pain in their wake. But when you ask, if I am as deserving as they are, I assume that I am. I am not a good person, Lilly, and I know it.”

“No, Sam, why are you talking like this?”

“It’s who I am. It’s why I kept my distance from you. I wanted you to have a real life. The last thing I ever wanted was to taint you with my darkness, no matter how much I craved you. Creatures like me don’t get the happy ending, we either end up behind bars or we end up with a knife or a bullet in our heart.”

I couldn’t stop myself, I walked closer to Sam and pressed my body against him.

“I won’t put my arms around you, but for me, you are not a creature or a monster, you are my love.”

“And you are my deadly darling, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t know who and what I am.”

We kept cleaning up in silence, until the packages we took to the car had only a vague similarity with take away food and no resemblance at all with a human cut and wrapped.

Sam drove me to his car and left me there. I took it and drove home in silence.

There is a certain feeling one gets when your world is about to implode, but as I stepped into my dark house the only thing I could think about was a long bath.

Silence.

It was already 2 am, and I was too tired to allow my brain to play tricks on me.

There is no one here. I repeated, but was sorry for the thought as soon as reality crashed on me.

On my sofa sat a man.

The contours of the body as familiar as my own shadow.

“It looks as if death didn’t part us.”

I froze, pushing my back against the door. The cuts from the whip he used on me burned all of a sudden.

My throat was dry and my vision was becoming dark.

Mike.

My mouth refused to pronounce the words.

“Well, well, well, cat eat your tongue?”

His smell filled the room. He was using that Versace perfume that tickled my nose again and again and made me want to sneeze.

“If you are here to kill me, let’s get it over with !”

He walked closer, and trapped me against the door with his large body.

One of his hands moved on to my hips.

“You got fat, we will need to fix that. You know Lizzy baby, that I don’t like fatties.”

“I don’t care what you like. Now get off me or I’ll scream!”

“So what, what have I done? I am just a concerned husband who finally found his long lost wife. We can play it like that, or you can stay dead, and I will just hide you away forever, keep you as my favorite secret toy for me to enjoy when I feel like it.”

“Fuck you, Mike, I am not your little victim anymore!”

A knife pressed against my throat.

“Lizzy, baby, you are going to mind that tongue of yours. Is this how I taught you to act? You need to be punished, to remind you how a proper wife should behave.”

“Cut me already. Listening to your crap gives me a headache!”

“Hm, but that would be so easy to do. See, baby, I don’t plan on cutting you or even forcing you. You, my love, will follow me willingly and be thankful to be in my house again.”

“Fuck you!”

I was trying to hit him, but he trapped both of my hands against the wall, forcing me to look at him.

“You won’t survive this.”

I was almost sure that my life would end, but I knew that Sam would slice and dice Mike. That I knew and that gave me comfort to chill and accept my fate.

Maybe there was some hope.

I close my eyes.

“See, you are so fucking delusional. If you think that the serial killer boyfriend of yours will save you. See.”

He licked my throat, using too much saliva and it dribbled down my chest, making me want to puke.

How could he know of Sam?

How?

“Babe, I have connections. And not only that, I have proof. I have your lover boy on video, Killing a dude and I will give that to my FBI guy. I am pretty sure that they will find more mysterious disappearances that will connect him to murder cases. That’s how the feds are, they do love to push unsolved cases on some dude. And he is perfect, he has the right profile and all.”

Shivers of fear filled my chest. What have I done?

Prison was worse than death for Sam, and I could understand it.

“So, I am actually here to give you a choice.”

“I never had a choice with you, why start now?”

Mike’s fingers moved to my cheek as if he tried to caress me. He was soft, calm, and then he slipped closer to my throat, and pressed hard.

“Maybe I changed.”

He stopped choking me, right before I was about to pass out. The edges of my vision still sparkled and exploded, but all I could see was him.

His snake-like eyes.

Mike is gorgeous, I can’t deny him that, but I have never noticed that layer of slime that sticks to him, the evil that he radiates with each breath and move.

“What do you want from me?”

“See, I like that about you, baby, you always go straight to the heart of the matter.”

“What?”

“I am generous here and I give you a choice. Either you keep your small life and I forget about you.”

He paused.

Mike was all for drama and for the effect.

He loved to dangle that carrot of hope. He was offering me an out, only Mike, the man I knew would never do so. He would always and forever have his grip on me all the way.

“Or?”

“Well, if you keep your life, there is a price to pay. I see that you are all in love with this guy, and if you stay free, he will fall and be arrested tomorrow.”

My heart stopped.

What he asked was cruel. He wanted me to exchange my freedom for Sam. To take the life of the only man I loved, but not to kill him, but to lock him up.

“Hm, by the looks of you, you don’t like that, huh?”

Mike’s cock pressed against me and he rubbed himself.

“There is the alternative... You go with me, but if your lover boy follows us, if I smell him in my house, on your skin, in your head, then I will make sure he gets arrested.”

Mike purred and pulled my hand to his dick.

Revulsion filled me. He was getting turned on by my suffering.

“What will it be? Are you going to throw lover boy in jail, or are you going with me? Keep in mind that if anything happens to me, if I die of a sudden heart attack, you are dead too. I know what you did, I know what you are and oh, it will be such fun to break you again and again until there’s nothing left of you.”

Mike laughed and walked away from me.

“Just to show you that I am a good guy, you have until tomorrow at noon. I will wait for you at the Stanford Hotel in the bar. Show up, don’t show up, I don’t care, I win either way.”

He walked away and left me on the floor shaking.

My mind worked at a hundred miles an hour.

What should I do?

I could call Sam, but Sam would kill Mike and I was sure that Mike wasn’t bluffing. He was serious about having Sam thrown into jail.

Fuck.

After a long time I got up to pee.

What can I do to protect Sam? I loved him, I am his Deadly Darling.

What would make him leave me alone?

I was ready to return to Mike, just to make sure that Sam will be okay.

My life did not mean anything without him.

Then a plan formed slowly in my head, but it tore my chest apart just to put it in action.