Married To Mr. Serial Killer{#thewattys2018}(BWWM)(Story #1 Completed)

★Dinner With Death Trap

**Edited**

Sitting at the bar drinking Gin and Tonic, I try really hard not to think about his grey eyes or that deep sultry voice. This was killing me. I could laugh at the choice of words. Of all people, why me? Why did a masked serial killer have to reveal his identity to me? The million dollar question- that was above all other questions, why am I sitting here stewing about it instead of going to the police. Am I just as psychotic as him for not doing the right thing? What kind of person am I? Is there something else underlying my curiosity, say an attraction? He acted so... normal. I wanted to know how people like him ticked. Nobody wakes up one morning and say 'hey, I'm gonna kill people today'. I sigh. My phone vibrated within my clutch purse. It was a text.

★You're late!!!!😬★

–D.T.

I stare at the screen flabbergasted. W-when did he store his number into my phone and what does he mean by I'm late?!

"Is everything alright?" I look up to see Amber, the friendly neighborhood bartender giving me a concerned look. I plaster on a fake smile.

"Everything is fine." I gaze around quickly. "Um, it's pretty empty in here," I said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, that son of a bitch got everybody scared shitless. Nobody wants to come into local businesses anymore. If this keeps happening we're gonna have to pack up." I take a drink of the strong liquid, wincing. In fact, this bar was one of the few establishments that hadn't been hit. My phone vibrates again.

★I'M WAITING!!! Wait... that's okay, take your time. You'll just make it up to me... *sigh* oh, the things I have in mind for you... mwahahaha😈★

–D.T.

I nearly spit my drink out all over poor Amber's face. "I-I have to go," I said in a barely audible voice. Mission accomplished on his part. I paid my tab and hauled ass out of there–like my pumps were rockets.

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I opened the door to my apartment very slowly–too slowly. It was pretty much dark except for the glare from candle light.

Candles? Dafuq?

I listen closely for any movement, instead I pick up the sound of what could only be described as R&B sex music playing in the background. He found my collection. I shake my head. Then the smell of sea food drifts into my nose, overwhelming my senses. My mouth waters. God, how I loved sea food. The door jerked open so suddenly, I nearly fell on my face. The familiar scent of aftershave and men's body wash envelopes me. He was holding me.

"There you are, sweet thing," Death Trap cooed in that deep voice of his. Was he doing that on purpose? Suddenly I was hauled off my feet and he was wrapping my legs around his waist. It happened so fast my brain hadn't registered what just took place. Maybe it was the alcohol making me slow. He pressed my back against the wall. "One of these days you're gonna let me fuck you just like this." He moved his hips in a perfect rhythm... to the beat of the R&B song. My brain still hadn't caught up. He walked from the living room to the kitchen still holding me. He sat me down in the chair and fanned out a napkin onto my lap. The plate held a huge lobster tail with crab and vegetables, topped off with white wine. At a restaurant this would have been considered a five star meal.

"Only the best for you," Death Trap whispered into my ear and ran his tongue lightly down my neck where my pulse was. I shivered and pressed my thighs together. He didn't need to know that it's my weak spot.

I didn't even realize how hungry I was. Oh God, I nearly had an orgasm just by the taste alone. I was even moaning. "Good girl," he said and sat back into a chair across from mine watching me intently. I was too busy engrossed into the meal. Wait a minute... Why am I not questioning him? Why am I not protesting the fact he keeps breaking into my apartment.

"You could have called them the other night, yet you didn't. My guess is and by the way I'm always right, you're just as curious about me as I am about you..."

Death Trap was like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. It looked good as hell, but you knew it was wrong to get a taste. I push my empty plate forward. "So what's your name?" I asked. He leaned back in the chair and folded his arms behind his head. I couldn't help but notice how his muscles flexed. Damn me for noticing! Unfortunately, that's not all I noticed. His hair was thick and dark. A single strand popped out of place and I was tempted to push it back. He had better eyelashes than me, they were unusually long and dark which made those clear-grey eyes gleam like crystals. The candle light had turned them transparent again.

He shook his head. "That's not how this works. You want something from me; you have to give me something from you." His crystal-grey eyes dropped to my neck then moved lower to my breast and stayed there a moment too long. Just by a mere stare it felt as if I was being touched. And from the very provocative way he was gazing at my tits I instantly know what he wants.

"You want to have sex with me!!!" I all but shouted, incredulously.

He threw his head back and laughed. "Everyone wants to have sex with you. Including your creepy ass boss who wants you to believe he's just being "friendly"," he mumbled with contempt and I barely heard him. Did I detect jealousy in his reply? He's a serial killer who goes by the nickname of "Death Trap" and had the nerve to call Percy creepy... "But we'll take it slow; work our way up to that. I want you to feel comfortable with me. For now, all I want is a kiss." Was he serious?! He reached out and pulled my chair closer to his and I was reminded of how good he smelled. His pupils actually dilated as my honey-brown eyes met his grey ones. He wet his bottom lip–looking quite hungry as he traced the clefs of my cleavage with a finger. And that's when I realized I was showing way too much. It was a new bra so it had the girls looking extra perky. I shivered and a deep sexy rumble of laughter escaped his throat. "You know something, Mona," he whispered. "I don't ask for what I want. I just... take it."

"There's a good percentage of the population who thinks that way."

"Who?"

"Rapist."

His mouth pressed into a thin line and something dark flashed within his eyes. Ah shit, I might have hit a nerve with my comment. But–But he set himself up for that. His body leaned forward like he was ready to leap over the table for me...

...But I was saved by a knock on the door.