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Before I can say thanks, he ends the call. I don’t know what I’ll owe him, but if it means we’re both free, that’s all that matters. I light a smoke, waiting for her to come back out. Checking the surroundings, restlessness works its way into my legs. The last place a person like me should be is in the police station parking lot.Pulling up my phone again, I look over the news for the last few days. When I look up to put out another smoke, I see her walking out.
Her jeans hug her hips perfectly. She’s so fucking hot. The long black sweater she’s wearing hides her completely. Marla fidgets with her hair and bites her red lips. I watch her eyes scan the surroundings. She looks guilty as hell.
I smirk to myself as she gets into the car. Tears line her face, she sniffles, and before we can sit here any longer, I drive out of the parking lot to get us home.
“How’d it go?” I ask once we are away from the station.
“It was alright. They asked if I knew what Ashley and Michael were like, if they were forgetful. I told them they often forgot several things, but I didn’t know they were even living there. We talked about where I was last night, and they called Jess to confirm, which she did.”
“Are your tears real?” If they hurt her, I don’t know what I’ll do because I don’t want to lose her, but I’ll fuck shit up.
“Nah, performance of a lifetime again. I thought about everything they ever did when we were growing up and it made it easier for them to flow.”
“Proud of you. Now that it’s in the past, we can move forward. We’ll slow down on the killing and be law-abiding citizens for a while, just live life.I made pasta for dinner. I ate before I came to get you, because I have to go out for work tonight.”
“I have a lot of work to catch up on, so I’ll be busy,” she says.
As we pull into the driveway, I look over at her. “I have time for dessert though.” Cocking my eyebrow, she laughs softly.
She gets out of the car and scampers into the house. I follow closely behind her and grip the back of her neck when we enter the kitchen. “I missed you today. I know we’re together too much, but it just felt lonely here without you,” I rasp into her ear, pulling the sweater up and over her head. Her bare skin is warm under my hands.
Marla tries to turn to look at me, but I hold her in place. “Braless? What are you trying to do to me?” Her back arches, trying to connect with me.
“You keep fucking cutting all my clothes. I’m going to run out,” she breathes.
I lean her against the counter, wishing I had my knife right at this moment because I would trail it all over her body. Hearing her fearful gasps is my favourite, knowing she is perfectly safe with me. The way she turns me on doing nothing is insane. Her voice, her scent, everything surrounds me, and I growl withdesire. I kneel behind her, ripping down her jeans. I grip her hips as I press her to the counter.
“Stay perfectly still for me. If you move, I’ll wait until I get home to make you come.” Although I think I’ll do that anyway. I part her legs with my hands and run my fingertips over her skin. As I inhale her scent when I press my face against her opening, I sink my fingers into her, coaxing the wetness I know is there.
While I explore her with my fingers, my other hand pinches her clit and I listen for her gasps. Spreading her legs to their maximum, I spin around so I’m directly under her as she almost rides my face. I tongue fuck her and rub against her clit until she shatters over me. When I pull away, I use the kitchen cloth to clean my face.
Needing to get going to meet Steve, I pull her jeans back up and spin her around to face me. My hands slide over her cheeks as I draw her in for a kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“What about you?” she asks as we part.
I smile. “I’ll get mine when I’m home from work. Be good.”
I watch her lazily put on her sweater before she grabs her stuff and walks away to go upstairs.
“Be safe. I love you,” she calls out as she walks up the stairs.
I grab my keys out of my pocket and head to the meeting to pick up with Steve.
The night passes quickly. The customers for the blow are much better than the downtown core that lives and breathes for crack.
It’s just after midnight when I get home. The kitchen has been cleaned up from dinner and the silence is deafening. I didn’t think I’d ever get attached to being with her so much that being alone seemed unnatural.
As I get in the shower, I think about earlier. Everything about her turns me on. The way she lets go under me makes my dick throb, however I miss the thrill of getting caught. I used to feel it so often when I was stalking her. Ideas cross my mind. As I toweloff and move to the bedroom to grab a pair of sweatpants, my eyes drift over her form, her hand on my pillow. The ring looks perfect on her finger. Her curves are covered by the thin sheet.
While I stand there watching her sleep, I stroke myself through my pants. Before I do anything else, I walk out of the bedroom to go to the shed where I grab my favourite knife. On my way back to the bedroom, something catches my eye in the living room.
Underneath a pile of books and papers, I find a blade that isn’t mine. The back of my neck heats as the rage fills me. She has cut her perfect skin without me. The idea of her falling through my fingers pisses me off and I race up the stairs as quietly as I can.
When I enter the bedroom, she is still sleeping. Although irritation fills me, I creep next to the bed. Slowly I pull the sheet off of her, raising her sleeve and see nothing but scars.
As she stirs, I’m overcome with possession, and before she can open her eyes, I’m on the bed with the knife in one hand and my chest pressed against the back of her head, I angle the blade, sharp side away, as I lower it across her throat. Her eyes fly open in fear, her fingers fly up to the blade, but I hold both her hands down.
“Don’t fight me, just tell me the truth. Did you hurt yourself tonight?” She relaxes against me, but the alarm stays in her eyes as she looks up at me. The side table light shimmers off the blade.
