Killer in Him

by Sam Crescent

  He’d tried to take her when she was with someone else.

  “So, I take it that is the guy you’re trying to get over.”

  Staring across the table at Charlie, she opened her mouth, then closed it.

  “Erm, yeah, I … I don’t know what to say to you right now. I’m in a bit of a daze, really.” She pressed fingers to her lips, wondering what the hell had just happened. Joy knew without a doubt what had happened, but she didn’t think it was possible, not to people like her.

  “He’s just as taken with you,” Charlie said.

  “If you want to end dinner, I can understand.”

  He placed his hand over hers. “You told me, right? You told me you were getting over someone, and that you weren’t in that place. I didn’t listen, and we’re here as friends. We’re going to finish this meal as friends. Yes, I like you, and I will respect what you told me.”

  “Charlie, you’re a really sweet guy.”

  “I get told that all the time.”

  “I’m so sorry.” She felt so guilty.

  “Don’t. I’ll take you home.”

  “Thank you.”

  Joy was pleased that he took her home. Her stomach was tense, and her emotions were all over the place. The meal would have tasted amazing, she was sure, and she did like Charlie, as a friend, nothing else. On the way home, he made her laugh with tales of his siblings, and he was like a different man altogether. Their date had changed, and now she saw herself being his friend, helping him maybe find a love of his own.

  By the time they pulled up outside of her house, she no longer felt nauseous. “Now, we’re friends, so I’m just going to shake your hand.” Charlie held out his hand.

  “I’m going to find a woman for you.”

  “Ha ha, you’re going to find a woman to love me?”

  “There’s a woman out there for you, and I will find her.”

  “Have a good night, Joy. I’ll see you at work on Monday.”

  He wouldn’t drive away until she entered her home, and when she did, closing the door, she felt him.

  “How did you get in?” she asked.

  “I still have my key. My room is pretty interesting.”

  Resting her head on the door, Joy closed her eyes and counted to ten. Finally, she turned to look at him. He wore a pair of jeans and a white shirt. The arms of the shirt were stretched over his thick muscles, and she couldn’t look away.

  “You’re here,” she said.

  “Yeah.”

  Tears filled her eyes as she stared at him. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

  He went to take a step toward her, and she held her hand up.

  “Don’t, I just—I need you to just stay there for a moment.” She took a deep breath.

  “I read your diary. I read the last entry, and I did exactly what you asked me to do, and I couldn’t stand it.”

  “What couldn’t you stand?” she asked, looking at him.

  “You with someone else. The thought of another man taking what belonged to me, I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to even think about it.”

  “Don’t move,” she said.

  “Joy, it has been four weeks.”

  “That was your choice, Ben. I asked you.”

  “I fucked up, okay?”

  “You read my diary. That means you went back to the island, didn’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “You killed that person?”

  “Yes, I killed that person.”

  “Who?” she asked.

  “No one that you know, and no one that was good.”

  “What did he do?”

  “He was a wife beater and an exploiter of women.”

  Joy bit her lip. “Do other killers have women in their lives? Are you all cold and detached?”

  “No, not all of us,” he said.

  “There are women who can handle what you do?” she asked.

  “There are women who can handle the world being one criminal fewer.”

  “Oh, I guess that makes it easier.”

  “I’ll quit,” he said, startling her.

  “What?”

  “I’ll give it up.”

  “You said you’d never give it up.”

  Tears were falling freely down her cheeks.

  ****

  Ben stared at the woman who had made him open up his heart. She’d crawled into his heart, and his head, and nothing he could do would get rid of her. He wanted her, so badly.

  “I know what I said.” He took a step closer toward her. When Joy didn’t put a hand up to stop him, he stepped closer still.

  “No, stop,” she said, holding her hand up.

  He put both of his hands up in surrender so that she could see him. “The past four weeks have been a nightmare for me, Joy. I don’t know what you did to me, but I can’t live without you.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “I’ll give it up. I’ll give everything up just so long as I can have you. You’re the only thing I want. I love you, Joy, and I don’t want you going on dates with other men. I don’t want you smiling at other men, or laughing, or loving them.” He gritted his teeth. “I can’t handle the thought of another man loving you the way that I love you. No one has that right. You’re mine.”

  She was full on crying now, only this time, so was he.

  “I haven’t cried since the night of my first beating,” he said. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t love, that I wouldn’t trust another person. It only hurts more people.”

  “Ben—”

  “From the first moment I saw you, I couldn’t walk away. I could have killed Joanne, and left without a second thought. She was an easy target, an easy fucking kill. I made it last, pretending I needed the time to take her out. All the time, I was with you, I forgot about who I was. You made me believe I could be anything, do anything, and the world would fall away. The world did fall away. I own an island. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with.” He lowered his arms. “The only person I want is the one I let get away. I shouldn’t have left that island, Joy.”

  “You’d give it up for me?” she asked.

  “Yes. I’d even take up photography, see if I can make a life out of it. I’ll stay in the spare room upstairs, and I’d show you I can live like you.”

  “You’ve been a killer so long.”

  “So? There’s always time to learn something new. I want you more than I want to kill people.” Ben reached behind him, showing her his gun. “This is all I have of that life. I have my island, I have what I earned, but I don’t need anything else.”

  “What happens if you get bored?”

  “Do you really think I’d give this up if I thought for a second that I could get bored?” He dropped to his knees, offering her up the gun. “I love you, Joy Lewis. There’s no one else I want, and wherever you are, that’s where I’m going to call home.” He licked his dry lips. While he’d been waiting for her to come home, he’d been on her bed, inhaling her sweet scent. This was where his future was.

  The killer was still inside him, but it wasn’t who he was.

  Everyone had a dark side. His had been out in the open so long, he didn’t know what else to be. Joy, she showed him there could be light, there could be good, and he could be part of that.

  “I want to be your husband, Joy. I want us to have a family, to put children in your stomach.” He laughed. “I want the chance to take long walks, holding hands. Taking care of you when you’re sick, cooking for you because, baby, I’m not with you for the food. You’re an awful cook.”

  “I know. I’m terrible.”

  “I’ll cook for you, and for our kids. You can still work, I don’t mind. I’ve got other things I enjoy.” He chuckled. “I do like taking photographs.”

  Joy laughed, and she took that step toward him.

  It was the smallest of steps, but to him, it was a victory.

  “We’ll grow old together, and you’ll never fear again in your life. I’ll take car
e of you, love you, and I’ll be that guy. I’ll be the guy everyone woman swoons over in the movies.”

  “You are that guy,” she said, sobbing.

  Ben caught her in time just as she threw herself into his arms.

  She was crying, and he hoped she was crying happy tears. He couldn’t handle anything else.

  “God, Ben, I love you,” she said.

  “I love you, too, Joy. I’ve been a total ass. Please, forgive me.” He kissed the top of her head, and suddenly Joy caught his face, claiming his lips. Ben moaned, kissing her back.

  “Was that a marriage proposal?” she asked.

  “Fuck yeah. I’ll get a ring for you.” Getting to his feet, he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her upstairs. He didn’t take her to her room though. Ben opened his room, kicking the door open, and taking her to the floor. “You’re not going on anymore dates. You’re fucking mine, and I’m not going to let you go.”

  He took possession of her lips again, kissing her deeply.

  “Ben, I love you.”

  Ben tore off her clothes, not caring as some of the fabric split when he roughly removed the dress. “No one will take you on dates but me. I’ll take you on dates, and I’ll buy you the clothes, and no one will see what I see.”

  “You’re being a little possessive,” she said, gasping.

  “Damn right I am. You’re mine!” He growled the word as he pulled his cock out. Rubbing the tip between her slit, he stroked over her clit, relishing her feminine sounds.

  “Was that a yes?” he asked.

  “A yes to what?”

  “To being my wife? To giving me and to giving us a chance?”

  “I don’t kno—”

  He cut her off by slamming every single inch of his cock inside her. They both moaned, and he was in heaven. Her pussy was so tight, and he’d missed being inside her. Capturing her lips, he took hold of her hands, surrounding himself around her.

  “Is that a yes?” he asked, whispering the words against her ear.

  “Yes, Ben.”

  “Good girl, now, would you like me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, God yes.”

  He pulled out of her, only to start pressing back inside her.

  Ben took his time, watching her gaze as they filled with pleasure. He slowed down so that he was no longer fucking her, he was making love to her. Ben needed more. Four weeks apart, and he was desperate to be consumed by the scent and feel of her.

  Pulling his cock out of her pussy, he started to kiss his way down to her slit. Lifting her up by her ass, he took her clit, sucking it into his mouth.

  She screamed his name as he continued to tease her clit. Plunging his tongue into her pussy, he slid a thick finger into her ass, driving her wild with his touch.

  Only when she came on his tongue did he flip her to her knees, drawing her up. He found her wet heat and slid deep inside her.

  “You’ve tamed me, baby. I’m in love with you, and now, you own me.” He fucked into her, giving Joy everything even as he took himself. He watched his cock disappear inside her cunt and groaned as she gripped him tightly. Her cunt fluttered around his dick, driving him closer to his own orgasm.

  He brought Joy to a second orgasm before he found his own. When it was over, Joy pulled off his dick and snuggled up against him. They were in his multi-colored room, and the different stripes were making his eyes hurt.

  “What happens now?” she asked.

  Kissing the top of her head, Ben held her close. “First, we fix this fucking room. What did you do? It’s like a bloody torture to the eyes.”

  She laughed. “I couldn’t decide what to do.”

  “What did you do to all my stuff?”

  “I gave it to charity. Wait, that stuff was all really yours?”

  “Yeah, it was all mine. You got rid of it?”

  “Yep, it hurt too much.”

  “Well, I’ll have to get it back.”

  She laughed. “I’ll help.”

  Looking down at the love of his life, he nodded. “You better.”

  Epilogue

  Dear Ben,

  You made me a promise, and I didn’t think you could keep it, but you have. We’ve been married for ten years, and we have a son together. Right now, you’re in the pool teaching our little boy how to swim. We haven’t had it easy, have we? We struggled to have that family that you wanted, but you wouldn’t give up. Even when I thought you might go back to your old life, you didn’t.

  You were by my side through the IVF, and with each failure, you would hold me, and not let me go.

  We spend our lives between our home near the city, and your island, and now, staring at you, teaching our son, I know you love me. There’s no doubt in my mind that you love me, and Ben, darling husband, I love you. There are times I don’t think I tell you enough, and I know you still read my dairy. You wouldn’t have made love to me last night in the pool if you hadn’t. So, I’d love for you to build Jack a tree house when we get home.

  You always wondered what we’d be good at, and we both know you’re good with your hands, and creating beautiful pieces of furniture. It also means you can use your knife, and not get your hands bloody, well, providing you don’t miss. Yeah, I still remember having to drive you to the hospital because you sliced open your arm. It was so gross, disgusting, and you acted like it was nothing *shudders* totally gross.

  So, you must wonder why I’m sitting here writing this, and not with you and Jack.

  I wanted to tell you, I’m pregnant. The latest round of IVF has worked, and when we go back home, I’ve got a doctor’s appointment. Will you take me?

  I love you, Ben.

  Always, Joy X

  ****

  My darling wife,

  There’s no one else in the world I want. I love you, and of course I’ll take you to the hospital. I’m so pleased and happy that we’re going to have another addition to our family but, baby, I wouldn’t care if you couldn’t have kids. I’d love you with or without kids.

  I loved you before we had Jack, and I love you even more.

  Kids don’t define or change my love.

  Yes, I will build a tree house, and when we get home, we’re going to let Charlie and Vera babysit Jack, so that I can have my wicked way with you. I missed your screams, and how you beg me to fuck you.

  Get some lube, baby. I’m going to take you every chance I can, and I’m thinking a weekend event? What do you say? One weekend, we’ve not had many together since Jack has been born.

  Before I met you, I didn’t know the meaning of real happiness. When I’m with you, I know what most people are hunting for, what they crave.

  I don’t crave my old life. I know you sometimes are scared that I do, that I miss the thrill of the chase, the hunt.

  Joy, you are my chase, you are my thrill. Waking up beside you, being near you, loving you, it’s the chase, and I love you. You’re all I need. I was not a real man before you. Joy, you’ve made me a real man, and I love you. I love you with my whole heart, and that is never going to change.

  Love you always,

  Your hot, sexy, killer of a husband,

  Ben

  The End

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