Shows [Reverse Harem x Reader]

Thirty-Nine

"Wait, please don't kill me; I swear that whatever I have done, I have repented for."

"You kill pregnant women for fun."

"Oh wow, I'm actually a psychopathic serial killer here...well, go on with your plan and kill me."

You encourage the infamous Dexter Morgan as he stares at you.

Even though you would never harm anyone, the idea of killing a pregnant made you hate that version of yourself.

Who kills pregnant women for fun?

No wonder why hell exists!

"Don't be sarcastic."

"I'm not being sarcastic; go ahead and kill me. I'm giving you full permission to kill me. I bet you never got such a reaction before."

Dexter Morgan narrows his eyes, studying you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

His gloved hand tightens around the handle of the knife, but he doesn’t move. The room is silent except for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights above. He tilts his head, his voice calm but laced with a chilling edge.

"You're right," he says slowly, his tone measured.

"I've never had someone ask for it before. Most people beg, cry, or try to bargain.

"But you're different, Almost eager. Why is that?"

You shrug, your voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.

"Because I deserve it. I've done things... horrible things."

"And if you want justice, deliver it."

Dexter’s lips twitch, not quite a smile, but something close to amusement.

"Justice? Is that what you think this is?" He takes a step closer, his boots echoing softly on the concrete floor.

"I'm not a judge or a jury. I'm just cleaning up the mess. And you? You're just another stain."

"Don't have to say it directly in my face...can you just get on with your plan, I'm starting to feel impatient."

You declare as Dexter stares down at your face while you lie strapped to the table.

A phone ringing echoes through the place, causing Dexter to pull it out and answer after walking away from the table.

Which gives you time to think about your situation.

The reason why you don't mind being killed is because you know Adam won't allow it and you will probably get transported somewhere else.

Again, you kind of don't trust Adam.

While deep in thought, Dexter walks over and unstraps you from the table.

"Why would you do that?"

Dexter steps back, his expression unreadable as he watches you sit up, rubbing your wrists where the straps had dug into your skin.

The knife is still in his hand, but it hangs loosely at his side.

His eyes narrow, studying you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"I have got a call, the real killer handed herself to the police," he says, his voice low and measured.

"Why did you lie? Were you trying to protect her?

No matter what you do, you find yourself in bad luck with the main characters.

Why do you always have to appear like a lying fool?

"I don't know her."

Sensing your honesty, Dexter moves on to the next question.

"Then why did you lie?"

"Can you just let me go? I promise not to tell anyone."

"You haven't answered my question."

"Look, it's not my fault, you didn't do enough investigation on me, De-"

You cut yourself off when you were about to say his name.

Already too suspicious of you, the older handsome man doesn't let it go.

"After everything that happened, I can't let you go."

You look at him, already knowing that he would do that as he can't let witnesses out.

"Then what are you going to do with me?" you ask, calmly, knowing he won't kill you.

Because he doesn't kill innocent people only killers.

Suddenly, he grabs your face, placing his lips against yours.

Pushing him away is a good option.

But letting him, a hot psychopath who kills serial killers and abusers, kiss you freely is an AMAZING experience.

Dexter pulls away only to answer your question.

"I'm taking you home with me."

"To do what?"

"To have you take care of my son, Harrison."

"As his nanny?"

"No, as his mother."