Page 88 of Savage Keepsakes

“Show me how you love it.” My dick feels like it’s in a hot vice grip and as she explodes around the dildo, it pushes out of her pussy and I grab her hips while I fill her ass.

“So fucking perfect,” I whisper.

Once my brain regains power, I pull out of her and head to the bathroom.

Filling the tub with warm water and her lavender bubble bath, I walk back to the bedroom to find a boneless Lucy.

“Darlin’, come on, I’ll wash you up.”

“You can’t have a bath here. There’ll be no water tomorrow.”

Fuck, I forgot. I want nothing more than to fix every fucking thing wrong with this house.

“We’ll make it a halfer, then.” I coax her into the bathroom. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not a delicate flower, Billy,” she mutters and steps into the bath. I rub her shoulders and turn off the water.

Settling in across from her, I wonder how I got so fucking lucky to find a freak like me.

“Stop staring. It’s rude.” She sticks her tongue out at me and I can only laugh.

“Was thinking about how lucky I am,” I say.

“Damn lucky.”

“I know in my soul that you’re mine. You were made for me.” I rub the soap down her legs.

“You said we aren’t halves,” she whispers. Her lids drop closed, and I know I’ve got to get her to bed.

“We aren’t. You’re a whole-ass person without me, but my soul is on fire for you.”

Her eyes open, and she stares at me. “Like twin flames?”

I crinkle my face up and shrug. “I don’t know about that sorta stuff, darlin’.”

I grab a towel and dry myself off before fetching one for her. Afterward, I intertwine my fingers with hers and we make our way to the bedroom, our footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor.

Tidying up the bed, she lays down and I settle behind her. Her cupcake conditioner scent lingers in the air as I embrace her, leaving a pleasant fragrance in my nose.

“I love you, Billy. It seems like too little to say, but I don’t know what else could replace it,” she utters.

“I know, Lou. Love doesn’t feel like the word to use when I’d move heaven and hell for you. The word cheapens what we have. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you,” I whisper.

Based on her breathing, I know she’s already passed out and all I can do is lay beside her and cherish this moment.

I’ve had a busy few days, and with three women in the barn, it’s a damn-near party. Chastity and Nikki weren’t that hard to grab. They were easily tempted by the promise of a quick ride.

However, the holy grail of kills lies between the two women, much harder to take, but worth every single struggle.

The cotton-candy whore sleeps peacefully now after I knocked her out, but she’s got a set of lungs on her that are fucking annoying.

Completing the final project in Lucy’s book, to see how long it takes for the women to die or become too weak to fight, I pace the barn hallway.

All I want is an easy kill. As much as I love Lucy, the darkness has covered the inside of my skull like a slime that I can’t scrape off.

I have an overwhelming love for her, but this darker side of me regularly corrupts my every offering, shattering my thoughts as I try to resist causing harm.

I’ve made it longer than usual, which I think is a sign, but not as good as stopping.

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