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When I said "get a new hobby," I meant kayaking, not decking the halls with garlands of gore.
In a therapy first, I have a dead body on my office floor. A very tall man is leaning over it, his hands pressing against the corpse's neck. Not ten minutes ago, he burst into my
“Who are you?” I ask. His eyes find the clock on my wall and sparkle. “Your ten o’clock. But if this guy is done, I’m happy to start early.”
“That’s a good girl, Doctor Moore. We can’t let our emotions control our actions, right?”
Then his mouth is on mine, tongue and teeth eating me alive. A jolt of shock spreads through me. I was not expecting this. Soren holds me in place as he devours my mouth. He kisses with wild abandon, lapping up my scream like it's sweetened cream and he’s starving.
My knees go weak, and Soren chuckles against my lips. He angles his head further and kisses me deeper.
Maybe this was his entire plan since we first met. Stalk me, kill my date, and then drag me back to the sex hovel he made for me. Honestly, no one’s ever made me anything before. That’s a level of commitment that’s as flattering as it is disturbing. I mean, depending on the state of said hovel. A hole in the ground would fucking suck.
Honestly, no one’s ever made me anything before. That’s a level of commitment that’s as flattering as it is disturbing. I mean, depending on the state of said hovel. A hole in the ground would fucking suck.
I shouldn’t have moaned. How embarrassing. Kidnapping one-oh-one: don’t moan.
“I've never kissed a man,” Soren chuckles. “But avoiding jail is a good reason to get the nerve. Right honey?” Christ, he’s joking about getting arrested by the cop. “Sir, that's not necessary,” the cop says. Soren kisses the corpse. I can’t take my eyes away. It’s the most disturbing thing I’ve ever witnessed. Soren groans a little, then pops his eyes open and winks at me.
HAHAHAHAH WTF SOREN
“Doctor Moore, I’m going to have to insist that you marry me.” He pets the tree’s branches with gloved hands as my mouth drops open.
There’s a certain Hell for people who blush when a killer calls them their wife.
“Me, of course,” he says slyly. My eyes shoot to him. I watch the way his lips spread as my brain works on rewiring itself. Him.
“Don’t you find me intriguing, Doctor Moore?”
I could handle a bad date and a murder, apparently. But being proposed to while my perversion is revealed? Too much. God, please pick another soldier; this one has had enough battles for one night. Ugh.
“Record it?” I wheeze. “I assume that’s how you’d prefer to do it.” “Why on earth would I record you fucking me?”
“I meant you could interview and study me. Since you were a researcher on psychopathy and killers. I googled you.”
This is a lot more fun than the last kill. Everyone should drag their therapist along for murders.
“I’ll suck your cock,” I blurt out. Soren stops moving, going completely still. I suck in a sharp breath, surprised by what just came out of my mouth. Where the hell did that come from? Part of me wants to reel the words back in, but he’s reacting.
“That’s a good girl,” he groans, hips rocking up, searching for more depth.
“Tell me what to do,” he repeats. I swallow thickly. “Faster.” “Okay.” His fingers do what I ask, and I moan against the snow. “This isn’t wrong.” He keeps talking as I get closer and closer. “I have to do this.” The pads of his fingers press harder as he rubs. I moan again, and he covers my mouth.
He licks aggressively, a determined greed taking over him. I cry out. He grips my thighs tighter, holding me down as he gives long strokes with his tongue. I said oral and hands. I didn’t say who. I meant him, not me. I didn’t think he’d consider this. When he begins to suck, I feel white-hot pleasure.
The third orgasm is coming, and he’s feral for it. I try to kick away from him in the snow, but he holds me against his face. He draws the next orgasm from me. I cry out, my body baring down and wetness gushing out of me. “That’s what I wanted,” he groans, climbing up my weak body. I can barely move. He grips my jaw and stares down at me with hunger.
“Does kissing count as oral?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. Soren bends down, licking a feral line across my mouth before pressing his lips to mine. When his tongue fills my mouth, I taste myself. He gives a groan as he dominates me.
“No one is sleeping on the floor. You’re sleeping in bed with me. And you’re going to pretend to be in love and horny as fuck.”
“I never threatened death or marriage.” “It felt implied,” I snap. “Hmm, sounds like an anxiety issue on your end.” He fills up his glass with water. “Goddamnit, Soren. You kill people,” I hiss. “That’s definitely a you issue.” “Well, wifey, now it’s a we issue. When’s our family arrive?”
“Because I love you, so I know everything will work out,” he whispers.
“Good girl,” I groan.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I groan, lost to the pleasure as I slide down her tongue.
“Good girl, like that.”
“It doesn’t count,” she keeps saying over and over. “What doesn’t?” I pant. “If you don’t get off,” she rasps. Her legs wrap around my hips. “Okay,” I say. “I mean, if you put it in,” she whispers against my chest.
“That was a dumb fucking thing to come to,” I groan. I think I’m in love with my therapist.
elskling.
“Such a good therapist,” he rasps, grabbing my hips and sinking in as far as he can. “I promise this will do wonders for my mental health.”
“I think I love you, Doctor Moore.” A shudder rolls up his body as I clench. His words are evil. They make me feel too much. “You don’t,” I rasp. “I really do,” he insists. He
“You still won’t leave even now that I’ve fucked you?” He pants between thrusts. “I won’t.”
“Would you like any hot chocolate? We still have packets of the one you like.” “No,” I say, completely flustered. He starts to pull away but then comes back in and presses his nose to my hair, inhaling. What the hell. “Mmm, I missed you.” “It was a nap,” I say. “You should have taken one with me earlier,” he teases.
“I love you,” he murmurs. It feels like my throat is closing up.
“You know I'm right,” he rasps in my ear. “You're my person.”
“My wife,” he groans. “My partner. Just tell me.”
“Even if I do… this isn't maintainable,” I rasp. “Just tell me,” he begs. “Please, Sophie.” “I love you,”
love you,” she says breathily, carefree almost. “I love you too. I promise.” I flash her a smile. “Psychopath’s honor.”
