Violent Things

Bates

When Hollis climbed off me,I smiled happily. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this way with her and it made all the difference in the world.

She quickly covered herself up as best as she could with the sexy lingerie she was wearing, and I reached for her.

“Do you love me, pretty girl?” I asked her softly. She chuckled as she fixed the straps back on her shoulders, then glanced down at my hand on her arm.

“Always, Bates Murphy.”

And even though I wanted to believe that she meant it, the way she picked my fingers off her flesh made me question her answer.

“Listen,” I began as I sat up and ran both hands back through my sweaty hair. “I know you weren’t expecting—”

“It’s fine,” she cut me off quietly.

I took a patient breath as I glanced at Jensen, finally fucking dead, lying next to us, then shook my head and got to my feet.

Reaching for my underwear and jeans, I pulled them up my legs, shoved my semi-hard dick inside, then went back to grab him by the arms.

As I started to drag him out of the living room, Hollis stood up and reached for his ankles.

“I’ll help.”

“No, it’s fine,” I replied patiently. I had to hide my disappointment because if she knew that I was angry at her not wanting me to touch all of her, then she’d either go nuclear or shut down.

“If you want to do something, maybe just put some solvent on the blood and I can clean it up later. That or rip up the carpet and replace it.”

I couldn’t look at her.

I knew she was giving me that damn hurt little girl look and I would break in an instant if our eyes met when she felt that way.

“I promise I’m not mad,” I called out as I dragged him down the hallway toward the basement door. “I’m just exhausted.”

When I heard her snicker, I felt better.

I wasn’t lying to her, I was fucking tired. After spending all night with this son of a bitch, then finally getting to fuck Hollis, I could sleep for the next three weeks.

The issue with that was that I’d miss our anniversary, and that wouldn’t do.

Not when I had an even better present for her in the pits of my home where I was taking this body too.

Dropping one of his arms, I reached for the knob, opened the door, then pushed him to the top of the steps.

After looking at his brutalized body for a moment, I smiled, shook my head, then gave him a kick, closing the door behind me as his body tumbled down the steps.

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The water from the showerhead scalded my skin as it rolled over me. I rolled my shoulders, ran my hands down my face, then let them rest against my neck as I tilted my head back and let the burning sensation have its way with me.

I cracked my neck to the left, then the right, a smile settling over my lips.

I had done the one thing she hadn’t been expecting, and even though she’d begged me not to, I honestly don’t think she would mind if I tried again.

It was a shock for my pretty girl, but there wasn’t an inch of Hollis Jones that I didn’t love and she’d have to understand that because we both knew that I would refuse to give up so easily.

Shaking my head, I dropped my hands and turned off the faucet. I was going to miss the scorching feeling of the water on my skin but Hollis needed me more than I needed to punish myself for thinking she would ever enjoy another man’s dick.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed the towel from the neat pile of clothes I made on top of the hamper and wrapped it around myself, securing it in place.