Page 78 of Savage Keepsakes

He leans back, his touch lingering on my skin, before retrieving something from his pocket. It takes a moment for me to register that it’s a severed female hand.

Jutting out from the flesh, the bone is visible beneath a network of veins. I turn my head to avoid the sight.

“Look at me when I fuck you,” he growls.

I glance back at him, putting the fingers into my ass. He is gentle as he fucks me with the dead flesh. It’s clear I’m out of my mind because when he slides his cock in and fucks me with the fingers, I let out a pleasurable moan.

I push back against him, meeting his thrusts. I reach beneath and my fingertips explore, intensifying the pleasure building toward my climax.

Billy’s grip on me tightens as his strokes become frantic, causing my body to tense up like a tautstring about to break. In a moment, ecstasy engulfs me, and I explode around him. Breathing hard, my vision blurs with swirling black dots.

With a roar, he fills me and pulls the hand away, tossing it away. I collapse forward, my body crumpling like a marionette with its strings cut.

He falls with me, curling his arms around my middle.

“Well, uh…” I mumble.

What the fuck do you say in a situation like this?Hey, thanks for fucking me with a severed hand? It blew my mind and gave me the best orgasm of my entire life. I’m in love with a serial killer. Jesus Christ.

“You gonna run Lou? This too much for you?” The fear in his voice pierces my heart.

I swallow. My thoughts become a chaotic blend of our shared memories and the confusion surrounding his true nature.

Sticks and leaves cling to my sweaty skin, creating an uncomfortable sensation.

“Can we clean up and talk about it?”

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Billy

Closing the distance between us, I move until my nose is mere inches away from hers. I can hear the faint sound of her breathing. Lucy’s mossy green eyes stare into mine. The disgust and doubt from earlier gone.

I tighten my grip on her face, pulling her closer as I kiss her with force.

“Of course,” I whisper.

This is the last thing I wanted. I had planned to use Rigg’s hand on the other girl, but this worked just as well.

I read something in Lou’s notes and thought I should try it before she asked. The one girl still needs to be killed. The amount of work I have to do is daunting. I should have finished it before Lou came home.

“I’m going to go in and shower. You need to fix your arm.” She is taking this remarkably well, or she’s in denial.

I nod and we stand, grabbing everything from the forest floor before heading toward the house.

“Want a ride?” I tilt my head to my car and she waves her hand.

“I’ll see you inside.” Her voice drops, and I feel her slipping through my fingers.

“Lou,” I growl, “I own you. Don’t fucking forget it. Forever.”

“And always.” She smirks and lowers her head before walking down the path. I am unsure what to make of it.

I walk into the barn, tossing the hand on the body that lies on the table. Sunny is covered in tattoos and a lost cause, except for the information she gave me about Riggs.

Upon entering the stall, I carry out the chilling act of slitting her throat, the echo of the blade cutting through the silence. She will bleed out until I can make my way back here.

Before heading to my car, I lock up everything securely.

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