I know, guys. I'm exasperated with him, too. Just hold on, all will be explained xD

Thanks to the Redacted team 3


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Well...I'm not hard anymore.

In fact, I'm freaking the fuck out.

But then I must remind myself—these are everyday items. Upon closer inspection, the drop cloth does have paint on it, the same light purple that's on the bathroom walls. And the zip ties…

Well, I can think of all sorts of uses for the zip ties. One of which may or may not be binding Bella's arms behind her back while I fuck her mouth. Or her ass.

The possibilities are endless…

Sucking in a deep breath, I grab the tile spray and a sponge, but my mind is racing the whole time.

What else does she have stashed around here? It couldn't hurt to take a little peek…

But that's wrong. Right?

On one hand, doing a little bit of snooping could ease my mind about the whole 'the girl I'm dating may be a serial killer' thing. Then again, if I find something, it will obviously have the opposite effect. Can I really live with finding out my worst fears are reality after I've already been so intimate with her?

Fuck it. I'm an investigator at heart, and I'm being presented with a perfect opportunity. I'd kick my ass forever if I passed it up.

I'm so quiet as I make my way into her living room, sliding open drawers, flipping through papers on the end table. I don't dive too deep in case she wakes up. I must be able to come up with a good reason I'm looking wherever she happens to find me.

And then I spot the notebook I've seen her scribbling in a handful of times. I always assumed it was grocery lists and things, but it's sticking out of her bag like it's calling to me.

Look in here, it's saying.

As soon as I flip it open, I regret my decision to snoop.

Each page is filled with a man's name and all his information. His job, what his daily schedule is like, his personal ties.

My stomach sinks to the bottom of my feet.

Fuck me; I think I just found her kill list.

"Hey, what are ya doing?" I hear a soft, sleepy voice call from behind me.

Slamming the notebook shut, I throw it down on the coffee table and shake my head, my heart instantly rocketing from my feet to my throat.

"Nothing, I just couldn't sleep," I offer, leaning my elbows on my knees and looking at her over my shoulder.

"Mm, I don't know how you're not worn out," Bella's feet make soft little padding noises as she makes her way to me, and my body opens for her without any conscious effort.

There's definitely still a part of me that's alarmed, but I think that somewhere deeper in me, I know she's not a danger. At least not to me, and that makes it easy—if not a bit questionable—to continue what we're doing here.

She stands between my legs, my hands rubbing across the soft skin of the backs of her thighs and my forehead resting on her stomach.

"Nah, I probably have a few more rounds in me." I'm teasing, mostly, but I'm already getting hard from having her in my grasp again.

"Well, I do not," she laughs, threading her fingers through my hair and scratching at my scalp.

It calms me instantly, my eyes fluttering shut. Shit, I almost start purring.

Honestly, who cares if she's a murderer? I one hundred percent don't believe I'm in any danger from her, whether she's been hired to off me or not.

With that thought, I pull her onto my lap, where she settles into my chest like she was made to be there. We're both still naked, and I can feel her smirk against my skin when she realizes my already growing 'problem.'

"Why is my notebook out?" She sounds...unsure. Hesitant. Guilty?

"I was going to be a sappy fuck and write you a note." The lie flows from my mouth so freely, it's startling, and my fingers trace up her spine to distract myself from how yucky it feels.

"Did you read anything in there?" Her nail draws circles on my chest, wrapping the few hairs I have there around her finger.

"No, why?" Another bald-faced lie, but it's necessary.

"No reason…"

She sounds so cautious, so reluctant; I decide to let it go for now.

Instead, I scoop her up bridal style, making her squeal, and carry her back to the bedroom.

And when I throw her on the bed for the second time tonight, I make sure to show her with the force of my hips that I'm sure I'll never be done with her.


What do yall think? Think he let it go too easily? I know yall are mixed about whether or not our girl is guilty ;)