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When I said "get a new hobby," I meant kayaking, not decking the halls with garlands of gore.
“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.”
“You need to calm down,” he purrs into my ear. I go stiff in his arms. “That’s a good girl, Doctor Moore. We can’t let our emotions control our actions, right?”
“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.
The night has officially broken me. 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.
“You don’t want me?” He asks. “Of course, I want you,” I hiss, astonishing myself. I’m playing along, I belatedly remind myself. “So then, you agree to my terms? No cops, no FBI. You will need to marry me.” “Do I have to do that part?” I grumble. “That part is not negotiable. As well as moving in,” he adds. “This is kidnapping with more steps,” I sigh. He holds me against him, waiting for my answer. “I accept.”
Fuck me, I’m a serial killer’s therapist.
“They say not to take work home, but what if work takes you home?”
This is a lot more fun than the last kill. Everyone should drag their therapist along for murders.
“You’re absolutely adorable when you're pissed off at me. Ahh, Sophie, what would I do without you?” “Probably wouldn’t even be killing people.” “Maybe not, but I do feel better than ever, so don’t feel too bad about letting loose a serial killer into the world.”
One more night of play fucking and another set of twins will be on the way. My stomach feels elated, and I grimace. No breeding your therapist, you psychopath.
Soren groans against my throat as he comes. His grip on my hips is unforgiving as he spills inside me. “Oh no,” he rasps. “I’ve come in my therapist.”
I want her more than I want peace of mind or the undeniable pleasure of killing an asshole. She’s my person. I need her.
“Soren?” “Yes, Doctor Moore?” “You won’t ever leave me either, right?” “There’s nothing in this world strong enough to take me away from you.” She smiles softly, pressing her face into my chest. “Forever then.” “Forever.”
