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“If I ever catch another woman’s hands on you, I will make what happens in your kill room look like fucking child's play,” I snapped at him, but my fingernails dug into his arms.
“Yeah? What are you going to do,little girl?” he said with a dark gleam in his eyes.
“I will leave that to your imagination, but I can be very creative when I need to be,” I said with a tight smile.
His brow furrowed together as he searched my face until his eyes widened.
“You've killed someone before,” he said before a tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Perhaps,” I said lightly.
He moved over me and knelt over my stomach with his legs on either side of me. I glanced down to see his dick which stood upwards, and his balls rested on my belly. He took my wrists and pinned them onto the bed.
“Tell me.”
“I lived with my grandparents when I went to university. I was too young to stay in the dorms because I left high school too early. My Dad got me private tuition to fill the gap between the two. Anyway, a few guys thought they could try to take advantage of me and my friends. I watched as they tried to roofie a friend at a party. They all mysteriously vanished. The end.”
“You killed them all because of what they wereaboutto do?” he asked with a confused frown.
“No, I confirmed that it wasn't their first time. They had gang-raped a girl before. There were others who never came forward,” I said as I remembered getting advice from my Grandmother.
My Grandmother was furious when I told her what was happening and she insisted on helping me. No matter what I said, nothing would dissuade her. The guys had been at the Uni for a few years, and they had no remorse for what they’d done. Before that incident, I’d only made people sick through my various ‘natural’ concoctions.
When I glanced at Cyrus, he had a bleak look on his face, and I knew he was thinking about his sister. He changed his name from Robert Wickman to Cyrus Wicke a few years after his sister committed suicide. I grew up surrounded by a loving family, but I think Cyrus had only ever known love from his sister. He didn't let anyone penetrate his world. I knew because I devoured every piece of information I uncovered about him.
“We are getting married as soon as I can get a license organised,” he said with fierce determination on his face.
“Uh, you will need to meet my family first. My Dad is a bit uh—sensitive,” I said as I scrunched up my face at the thought of the two of them being in the same room.
I could foresee a bloody wedding if I didn't get my Grandmother and Mum on board.
Fuck. This was moving faster than I thought it would.
Chapter 18
Cyrus
I should have been exhausted after fucking Emilia two more times before I finally let her sleep, but the thought of a five-foot-four-inch woman killing three guys when she must have been around sixteen or seventeen was mind-blowing. A sudden pang of sorrow hit me as I thought about how Emilia and Ruby might have been with one another. My sister had always been softhearted and gentle. It took her years to tell me that our father had been abusing her.
My rage knew no bounds, and at the age of thirteen, I killed him. My sister was two years younger than me, but she never recovered from the years of abuse. It was only until I found her diaries that I discovered the true extent of the horror. It hadn't been him but his friends as well. The overnight father-daughter camping trips.
What killed any remaining part of my heart and soul was realising that my mother knew about the abuse. She rebuked my sister when she tried to talk to our mother about it. The only things I had left from Ruby were her letter to me and her heart pendant. There were a few old pictures and some clippings from some newspapers. My sister killed herself on her sixteenth birthday. I left home and didn't return until I was ready to kill my mother.
I glanced at Emilia. She was a fighter, and anytime she mentioned her family, it was with love and happiness. I didn't believe in a God up in the skies, but Emilia felt like a miracle in my life. The most fucked up aspect was that if I wasn't a serial killer, I’d never have met her. I massaged my forehead because I still couldn't believe this was real. I still needed to face her possible asshole of a father, but then again, he had kept the wolves at bay, only for me to take his daughter. I smiled until it suddenly died away as I thought of some fucking cunt doing that to my daughter.
Motherfucking dirty little bastards, I’d kill them all.
Perhaps praying was the way forward. Praying that I only had sons. My head began to throb, so I slowly snuck out of bed to get us some fresh water and have a cigarette. Emilia made some cute snorting sounds before she turned to her side and snuggled into the pillows. The sooner I got her pregnant, the better. If she were heavily pregnant, she wouldn't be able to run.
She was still asleep by the time I got back. I opened the curtains to let some of the moonlight in before I put the jug of water on the bedside cabinet. I carefully opened the drawer to get my trusty wank lube out. Since I’d gotten the idea of Emilia being impregnated, my dick was raring to be inside her again. The need to see her body swell with my seed inside her made my dick leak as I smeared myself with lube.
I slid the covers down her back to see her ass in the perfect position. I climbed onto the bed behind her and lifted her leg up so I could use the lube on her. My eyes rolled back as I stifled a groan when I felt her hot pussy. I gently rubbed the lube on her before resting her leg on mine to squirt more lube out.
I’d fucked her three times and knew I needed to go easy on her since it was her first time. Her cunt was beautiful and slippery, but I pushed my fingers inside of her to ensure there would be enough lubricant on the inside.
I gently kissed her shoulder before I tossed the lube off the bed to move closer to her. I guided my swollen cock towards her pussy, and when I found her opening, I began to ease myself into her. The feel of her soft tight pussy around me made me draw a sharp breath of air into my lungs as my heart raced with excitement. I eased her leg, so it was closer to her navel before I gripped her ass and began to ease in and out of her. The lube made my path easier. I leaned over and moved her hair away from her face to see her sleeping face before I grabbed her ass again.
I slid my arm beneath her body to cup her breast, and I rested my head on hers as I began to fuck her.
