Marked (A Dark Serial Killer Romance)

“The cement truck finished an hour ago. Demolition will take place tomorrow, after the cement has had time to cure,” Jeff reports.

“Good. Thank you for taking care of that. I know none of this was official.” Dustin’s barn came in handy. Everyone fit nice and snug in his pit. After the concrete cures, they’ll all be part of the foundation. Of course, all identifying material– like teeth and fingerprints– were removed before the fill in took place.

He laughs. “Fuck, man. Nothing we do is official.” He pauses. “Thought you might like to know Casper found a link between those girls you rescued and a guy name Baron Barnes. He’s taking care of it.”

“Really?” I’ll have to call Casper, see if he needs any help with the Baron. The fucker’s eyes touched my girl, he shouldn’t get to keep them.

“Yeah. Looks like he was the buyer. Vince hadn’t gotten in touch with Jimmy about it, yet. Found it on Vince’s phone. That fucker really was stupid. He never erased any messages.”

“Maybe he thought he could use them as a safety net in case he got busted and needed something to get him out of trouble.” Or he was just a complete moron.

“Well, whatever the reason, we have them all. A complete list of buyers and sellers, names of girls, locations of pickups.” Jeff sighs. “He’s done most of my work for me. Thanks for getting that phone over as fast as you did.”

“Not a problem. Do the girls know?”

“What Casper’s doing? No. They don’t know about the buyer. He wants them to heal up.”

“They’re doing all right then?” Harley will want to know they’re safe and sound.

“As good as they can, I guess. Charlie’s already asking about the boyfriend,” Jeff huffs. “Casper’s assured her he won’t go unpunished.”

“Casper’s taken an interest in her?” Harley walks through the bedroom after her shower with only a towel on her head.

“Seems like it. Sort of like you, huh?” He laughs.

“I don’t have an interest.” My eyes never leave her naked body as she saunters around my bedroom, plucking up a pair of panties and a tank top from her bag. The marks from my flogger still paint her ass and parts of her shoulders. The cuts from it have healed enough that we can leave the bandages off today.

“So this girl you’ve been working with, she’s nothing?”

“She’s everything, Jeff.” Each word is enunciated with force.

“We’ll need to add her if you want her to get paid at some point. I’m assuming you’ll be keeping her around?”

I watch my little bird slide the pink cotton panties up her marred legs, over her supple ass and the perfect curves of her hips, with pure desire.

“It will be up to her.” I won’t cage her. Everything in her life will be her choice. No one will ever choose her path for her again. Not if I have anything to say about it.

“Just let me know when the time comes. You have the address you needed. Do you need anything else?”

“No.” Steady steps bring me to Harley as she watches me in the full-length mirror. A pair of cutoffs dangle from her left hand. I shake my head, and she drops them to the floor. A knowing smile hits her lips.

“Shouldn’t need you for a while,” I say, trailing my fingertip over her shoulder, pushing the thin strap of her tank top down.

“Let me know if that changes.” He ends the call and I toss my phone onto the bed.

“Was that Alfred?” she asks, still looking at me through the mirror.

“Alfred?” I cock an eyebrow.

“Yeah, the old guy who stays in the Batcave and does all the tech stuff?” She giggles slightly at her own wit.

“You still think I’m some caped hero?” Pushing the second strap down her shoulder, I shove the tank down further until her breasts, perfect and round, pop out.

“No.” Water from her wet hair flies when she shakes her head. “I think you’re more like a dark knight.” She tilts her head to the side as I lean into her, giving me full access to her neck.

I kiss her there, just where her shoulder ends. While I’m here, I scrape my teeth along the sensitive spot before biting down.

She hisses a little, reaching her hand up and resting it on my cheek while I bite my way down her throat, over her shoulder.

“Are you well-rested, little bird?” I wrap my arm around her middle and pull her into my body so she can feel how hard she makes me.

“I am.” She pushes her ass back into me.

“Hmmm.” Sliding my hand along her stomach, I dip my fingers below the elastic of her panties. Her pussy is soaked already for me.

“Bend over for me. Hands on the mirror.” I shove my jeans down, fisting my cock. I’ve never been so hungry.

She complies, like the good girl she is.

For me.

Anyone who crosses her, they’ll find how bad she can be.

“Watch us in the mirror.” I pull the slip of fabric to the side, giving me full access to her beautiful pussy.

Her face bursts into a blush and I think I may die the best death there is.

“If you move your eyes away, you’ll go days before I let you come again.” It’s a threat I’m happy to make good on. Keeping her on edge for days, while I torment her over and over again, would be more fun than a man like me deserves.

But she makes me feel worthy.

The way she looks at me, like I really am a hero, breathes life in a soul I thought had dried up long ago.

“That sounds horrible.” She fakes a frown and I slap her ass.

“It would be for you.” I punctuate my sentence by thrusting into her sweet pussy.

Her eyes hold mine in the mirror as I pound into her, over and over again. Each thrust jiggles her breasts. No sense in denying myself. I reach around her, cupping each breast before I pinch her nipples, pulling them down hard.

She still manages to keep her eyes on me while she whimpers and whines from the torment I deliver.

Fuck, this woman is perfect.

After a few moments, I let go of her, letting the blood rush back into the starved peaks. Again, she hisses, but her eyes never falter.

She arches her back. The new angle sucks me in deeper, making the passage even tighter.

My balls pull tight.

The familiar zing of arousal speeds down my spine.

“Fuck.” I thrust harder.

Her swollen clit drips with her arousal when my fingers find it again. Rolling it between my fingers, pressing down just on the top, just like she loves, and she’s bucking back at me with a pitched fever.

But her eyes never leave me.

“Fuck. Fuck.” My mouth drops open. It’s all too much, but still not enough. I could fuck this woman every day for the rest of my life, and it wouldn’t be enough.

“Oh!” She slaps the mirror. “Can I? Please?” she begs me for her release.

Just when I thought she couldn’t get more perfect.

She does.

“Yes. Oh, fuck yes.” I increase the pressure on her clit, driving harder into her pussy until we are both crying out with our release.

I thrust again and once more, then still.

She drops her head between her arms, sucking in air.

Her arms shake from holding the position I put her in.

Slowly, I withdraw from her, putting her panties back in place and help her stand straight again.

Turning her around to face me, I pull up her tank top, stopping a moment to place a kiss over our initials. It’s faint now, but it will be there for a long time, I think.

After I have my jeans back on, and she’s dressed herself in her jeans and tank top, I pull her to the armchair and sit her in my lap.

She nestles her head beneath my chin, and we cuddle.

“After tonight, when this is all done, are you going to leave?” Fear shakes her voice.

I squeeze her tighter.

“That depends.”

“On what?” She runs her fingertips up and down my arm.

“If you’re ready to leave Chicago, or if you need some time here.”

She pulls back to look at me. There’s a little wrinkle in her forehead pulling her eyebrows down.

“You want me to go with you?”

I touch the thin scar of our initials.

“I told you, you’re mine now.” I kiss her softly.

“What if you change your mind when all this is done, and there’s no more danger?”

I chuckle.

“Why’s that funny?” She cocks her head.

“Because you think loving someone isn’t dangerous?” I kiss her again, a soft peck.

“You love me.” No doubt lingers in her words or in her soft brown eyes. “I was afraid…”

I knuckle her chin until she looks up at me again.

“You were afraid I didn’t love you back?”

She chews on the inside of her lip for a moment.

“When did you know?”

“You stabbed Jimmy’s guard for me.” I tuck her wet hair behind her ears. “We’re going to spend forever protecting each other, just like that.”

She sighs happily and tucks herself beneath my chin again.

“But first, we have finish what we started here,” she says softly.

“Yes.” I nod. “When you’re ready.”

Her body tenses in preparation.

“I’m ready, Zack. Let’s finish what we started.”