Believe me, I’m tempted to. I’d love to fuck her with the farmer’s blood still on her skin. Unfortunately, dealing with the body is my job to do.
I turn him over and stare at his vacant eyes.Poor bastard,I think as I roll him up in the sheet. He had gotten the rare upper hand on me. I didn’t expect him to be home. Like an idiot, I hadn’t even considered it. Had I been alone, I would have been done for. And I probably deserved it. Then again, if I’d been alone, I wouldn’t have been in the farmer’s house, and he wouldn’t be dead.
My course of action has shifted with Selena involved. If it had just been me, I’d have taken her car and driven straight to the border. With her in tow, I need to give her a comfortable place to sleep every night and keep her fed, fucked, and happy. I desperately want to keep her safe, which is why I wanted to get a new vehicle for us in the first place. That landed us on this poor sap’s doorstep.
I wipe my forehead. My fingers work to tie off the sheet toward his feet, then I drag the body outside. The rickety screen door slams. I haul his body behind the house, near the Bilco doors that open to the basement. I cover him with a tarp and stick the shovel over it as if there’s nothing but a pile of mulch beneath it. I’ll fully deal with that later—when I’m not so sexually frustrated.
I rub my hand on my jeans, smearing the blood. I enter the house and eye the pool of red on the floor. There’s far too much to clean. The wood has sucked it into every crevice, every pore. I look around for a rug instead. When I see the one under the coffee table, I tug it out and lay it over the bloody mess. It hides nearly all of it. Out of sight, out of mind—for Selena, at least. I would have fucked her on that couch with or without his body there. Let his soul watch me make her come.
My shirt sticks to my sweaty skin. I follow the sounds of the shower until I reach a rundown hallway door. When I reach for the knob, it’s locked. “Sneaky rabbit,” I whisper.
She needs to stop trying to lock me out. Hasn’t she learned she can’t keep me out of anything? Not the room, her heart,orher cunt.
The slit in the lock is easy to turn with just my knife. When I open the door, I stare at her naked body through the shower’s dingy glass. Arching her back to wash her hair, she doesn’t notice me at first. I adjust the front of my pants and watch her. Knowing the blood washing off her body is the life-force of the man she killed for me makes me hard as fuck. The way she stabbed him and listened to me when I told her to rip it from his flesh... God, I have never seen a more beautiful act. In the same breath, I feel more guilt for changing her into something she wasn’t before meeting me.
I’ve never felt guilt, nor true remorse, until I met her. I hate seeing pieces of myself in Selena. Her good pieces mix with my bad.
The water turns off, and when she opens the door, she jumps. “Jesus, how’d you get in here?” she asks. By now she should know that nothing can keep me from her when I want her.
I shake the knife in my hand and set it on the countertop. “Get back in there, rabbit.”
She reaches for a raggedy towel, but I yank it across the bar and out of reach. “Why? I’m done.”
“Maybe. But I’m not,” I tell her with a smirk, unwilling to hide how hard I am from watching her. I slip off my shoes and unzip my jeans. Her gaze rolls downward and locks on my hard cock. I slip off my bloody shirt and let it fall beside my pants.
“Lex, I’m not in the mood,” she whispers.
“But I am,” I say with a growl. I pull the shower door open the rest of the way and run my gaze over her naked body. Without taking my eyes off her, I turn the shower on again. She looks scared and small, like when I first fucked her. That farmer’s gotten to her, which means she’s still more human than I can ever be.
Good.
I drag her into the shower with me. I lean back and let the hot water rain down on me, taking the blood with it. When I hear the shower door open again, I reach out and grab her waist. “You aren’t leaving like that,” I say.
“Like what?”
“Scared.”
She scoffs. “I’m not scared of you.”
I draw her against my body. “I know you aren’t scared of me. You’re scared of yourself. Afraid of what you’re capable of.” I kiss her, but her lips don’t welcome me like they usually do. “You’re capable of anything, rabbit. You can be the sweet woman who softens me and the unsavory—sometimes homicidal—little rabbit that hardens me.”
She draws a sharp breath that leaves me wondering if I offended her. As she tries to pull away from me, I realize I have. I let her out of my grasp to pin her against the shower wall.
“Stop, Selena. Stop fucking running from what you are when you never ran from what I am. You have darkness inside you, whether it’s in here”—I graze her chest before lowering my hand to her pussy—“or in here.”
Her eyes roll up my chest, and she pushes out her lower lip. The tension in her body melts away, and I step back to finish washing the blood from my skin.
“What’s going to happen to us?” she asks. She’s so quiet I almost don’t hear her over the water.
“Nothing, Selena. I won’t let anything happen to us. Do you trust me?”
“Not really.” Her lips tick up in a small smile.
“Yes you do, bunny,” I say as I drag her into me and kiss her again.
She meets my affection this time. I reach back and pull the showerhead off the holder. I turn it to a more focused stream and run it along her body, sending the warm water against her hardening nipples. I move it over her stomach before lowering it to her inner thighs. She grips the metal and stops my ascent toward her pussy.
“What? Have you never got yourself off in the shower?” I ask.