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Billy

L ou runs over the path leading up to the steps.

Our eyes lock, and as she lunges toward me, I respond by grasping her hips and effortlessly lifting her against my chest.

She wraps her arms around my neck, and I move us into the cabin, slamming her back against the wall while I kiss her fiercely. It feels like I’ve waited centuries for her to return to my arms.

My tongue explores hers, a wave of excitement pulsing through my body.

“You’re a fucking dick,” she whispers.

“I know.”

With a forceful kick, I hit the door shut and navigate through the cramped cabin, finally arriving in the spacious living area. It’s not much, but it’s home.

I grasp her chin, our lips meeting, a low moan escaping me as her fingers glide through my hair. Tearing off her shirt, my tongue trails from her mouth to her neck .

It’s been a long time since I have felt the warmth of her skin pressed against mine.

Kneeling before her, I rip down her leggings and press my head against her thighs. I hug her legs. The anxiety and dread of waiting for her overwhelms me, causing a lump to form in my throat.

“I’ve missed you, Lou,” I say.

It’s a fucking understatement. I wished to kidnap her, or to end my life. Living without her is more tortuous than anything I have ever gone through.

“You broke me.” Her words pierce through my cracked heart. I can see the pain in her eyes.

“Never again. You’re always mine. I told you that.”

Despite her efforts to move me away, I refuse to release my grip. Shoving my hand between her thighs, I roughly push her to open for me.

“Billy, we should talk.”

I ignore the words, not able to do any more time without her.

While staying hidden, I’ve had abundant time for reflection, and the mere thought of talking makes me angry. I long to feel the electricity of her body responding to mine, her touch awakening me from my numbness.

With a swift motion, I retrieve my knife and open it, using it to remove her panties. The audible gasp sends shivers down my spine. I trace the blade over her thighs and when she squeezes them shut, I stare up at her .

Arching my brow, I tilt my head, waiting for her response. She lets out a whimper before finally relaxing.

“That’s better. Don’t forget who this cunt belongs to.”

The knife slips from my hand and I rise to my knees, determined to savour every sensation as I open her up. Inhaling her sweet scent, I bury my face between her legs and lick her slit.

I can taste her arousal as I slide my tongue between her folds. Sucking her clit, I slip two fingers inside, fucking her as her gasps and moans consume me.

“Fuck, Billy,” she utters, and soon gushes over my mouth. Her juices run down my arm.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

Grabbing the blade, I stand up. Running my fingers over her face and shoving them into her mouth, I don’t tell her what to do and she cleans me so perfectly.

“Turn around,” I growl.

Undoing the buttons on my pants, I pull out my hard cock and slap it against her glorious ass. I’ve missed every inch of her body.

With a firm grip, I hold her hands above her head, teasingly sliding my tip along her slick entrance, drenching myself in her wetness. I press against her pussy and thrust into her.

Lou’s cunt grips me, and I bite her shoulder .

“Holy fuck, darlin’,” I moan into her neck.

As she squirms beneath me, I tighten my grasp on her wrists, unwilling to release her.

I pull out and slam into her as my other hand wraps around her throat.

She wiggles her hands out of my grip before reaching behind her back to run her nails over my stomach.

Clutching her arms, I pull them back and drive into her with more force. It’s like her cunt is choking the life out of my cock and I know I will not last long.

I pull out as her arms slip from my grasp.

With a forceful grip on her throat, I push her down onto the ground. Once she’s on her back, I lower between her legs and put them over my hips. Bending backward, I reach for the blade, my fingertips grazing its cold handle.

“Fuck, Billy, make me come all over your cock,” she begs.

With the knife pressed against her throat, I bring her to the edge of pleasure, my fingers dancing over her clit.

Sliding into her, my dick throbs over the terror in her eyes, and I know keeping her is my only option.

The only way I’ll survive is by finding new ways to infuse fear and desire into her expression. With each thrust, she clenches around me, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm .

I pull out of her and crawl beside her head, jerking my cock with one hand and looking down into her eyes. She opens her perfect mouth and I fill it with all my come.

I fold up the knife and put it away. Gripping her chin tightly, I passionately kiss her as her dazed eyes meet mine.

Once we find our bearings, I get up and buckle my pants before heading out into the forest.

Grabbing her purse and phone, I return it. Lucy has put her shirt back on and is cautiously glancing around the cabin.

“Nothing bad in here,” I tell her. Handing the items to her, I pick my shirt up off the ground and toss it on the old floral couch.

“I didn’t think…”

I cut her off. “Yeah, you did. I’ve killed no one inside the cabin.”

“So you’ve killed since you left me?”

I walk over to the tiny kitchen, pouring water into two glasses. I hand one to her and nod to the couch.

“Only once. I’m trying, Lou.”

“You think you’ve been a wreck? Fuck you, Billy. As if you’ve been hiding right under my nose for these last months, you shattered me. My heart fucking hurt for weeks. All I fucking think about is you. The folds of my brain are branded by you.”

As she continues to yell at me, her face turns an even deeper shade of red. I deserve all there is, all her anger. I certainly don’t deserve her, but I will prove the rest of my life to her, or else I’ll have to give up.

A world without Lucy isn’t one I want to live in.

“What was the alternative?” I launch myself at her, straddling her lap, staring down into her eyes. “Go to prison? Be a jail wife? Come see me when they allow visits? Or how about the families that want me dead, Lou? I’m not fucking normal. I can’t change to be anything else.”

“You said you’ve slowed down,” she whispers.

Her fingers run over the tattoos on my chest, and her long nails rake over my skin.

“I have, Lou. You know I’d do whatever it takes for you. I need you.” Gripping her neck, a surge of desire courses through me.

Our lips collide, and the world fades into a blur of pure bliss.

I pull away while I press my forehead against hers, relishing the tender closeness we share.

“What happened to Leah? Because if she didn’t die, we couldn’t have gotten here.” It’s always been on my mind since I read the news.

“I killed her. Fucking cunt wasn’t going to take another man from me. This cabin was yours the whole time? You made me believe we were trespassing, that someone was on the verge of finding us. I was scared shitless.”

“Sure, but it made you come so much harder when you thought someone was gonna get you.”

I grin at the memories, the way she clung to me. Thoughts have plagued me over the time away.

“Asshole. What’re we supposed to do now? I’m moving. I bought a new place.”

A heavy sigh escapes my lips. When I saw the sign at the end of her driveway tonight, I knew she would move on to better things.

“I need you, and since you killed for me, I’m pretty sure you need me.”

“I can’t uproot my life and leave. I have a job, I have JoJo.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

“Well, you gotta decide. I’m willing to offer you this. It’s not a lot, but it’s me. You hate your job, and I don’t know what you bought, but is it home without me?”

I have no qualms with keeping her against her will, because she brings peace to my darkness.

“Billy, I love you so fucking much. My heart knows this is where I belong, but I’m reluctant to toss my life away. What if you fuck off again? What’ll I do then?”

I push up off the couch and pace across the wooden floor, blowing out a deep breath.

“There’re bookshelves. I built them for you. The bedroom is in here, and there’s indoor plumbing. This is what I can offer. Are you telling me it’s not enough?”

I hold open the door and steal a quick glance at her over my shoulder. I know I can’t give her everything, but I can at least provide her with a lifetime of cherished memories.

She could find countless men who could offer her the world, but to me, she is my entire universe, now and always.

“I love you, Billy. This is a lot. I always hoped you’d come back. My life’s been literal hell. What if I move into my new place and work a couple days a week, and then the rest of my time is yours?”

I grit my teeth together. This is not what I want.

“But, what if…”

“If nothing. The place is next to JoJo’s. We’re gonna be neighbours, and that’s important for me. My office will be all set up, but I’m able to spend more time here. That’s all I can offer for now.”

Her heart is closed off to me, and I understand. I’ll have to prove to her this is what we both need and she’ll come around.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Your hair’s grown out. The dark brown suits you, but I miss the bright colours,” she says.

I cross the room and drop beside her, feeling the softness of her lap as I lay my head down.

“I couldn’t be bothered. I can dye it whatever colour you want. ”

“Billy, we’re the perfect blend, and I think this is ideal. I’ll bring you stuff, and you can work while I do.”

“That’d be helpful. It’s been ass trying to slip into town or drive to different cities to get things.” Hiding when you’re heavily tatted is almost impossible.

“You stopped sending to the families?” She looks down into my eyes. It’s like she clears the darkness and pumps pure love into my soul.

“Yeah, it seemed like the best idea. The Keepsake Killer can die. I couldn’t put us in any more jeopardy. I still sell things, though. Under a different name. It calms my mind to know the filth of humans still using stuff I make.”

“JoJo said people have been asking about the products,” she whispers. “Don’t you need fear and psychological torture from the keepsakes?”

“Yeah, but I have you now. You seem to get pretty turned on by the terror I inflict. I think this’ll all work out.” I lean up and kiss her cheek before jumping up and grabbing my shirt.

“Billy, why do you have a bandage across your side?”

I turn and lower my gaze to hers.

“Reasons,” I tell her. Fear isn’t an emotion I experience, so whatever is coursing through my veins is unfamiliar. Perhaps anxiety.

“I made you something,” I say .

In a hurry, I duck into the bedroom and retrieve the velvet bag, which cradles my creation. My thoughts become a tangled web as I kneel before her, making it difficult to string together the right words.

“Lou, I love you. I know things aren’t conventional. Hell, let’s be fair, I’m toxic as shit and you’re the light that brightens people’s days, but your soul blends with mine and I can’t ever give you up. I’d keep you forever against your will rather than live another day without your love.”

She reaches out and strokes my face. Resting my chin on her palm, I nuzzle against her. Taking her same hand, I open the satchel and bring out my newest design.

“Will you be my last first kiss? Forever?”

“And always. Of course.”

She grins and I slip the ring on her finger before kissing her hard, wrapping her in my arms as she stares at the creation.

“Do I want to know?” She turns and looks at me.

“It’s made of me. The leather took a bit to produce because I had to figure out how to get it hard, but the diamond is made of my hair and pieces of my skin.”

I swallow nervously. Most guys spring for a few grand on a ring, not one from their own flesh. I’ve been working on it for almost a year and knew it was the only symbol I needed to show her how much I love her.

“I love it. One of a kind indeed,” she says and giggles.

I kiss her again. She lowers her other hand to my pants.

“Now, show me who I belong to.”