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1.7

This was the original chapter 17 idk what happened
SMUT WARNING ***

COLBY POV

I had officially been here for three months now and it felt like we were just roommates. Roommates that had make out sessions, kissed and cuddled.

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Sam was sitting beside me, paying no attention to me at all, for some reason I wanted his attention.
I sat on his lap to which he finally looked at me with a smirk.
I took the chance to kiss him, after being here for so long I craved attention, Sam's attention.
I rocked my hips against Sam's to which he let out a moan, after all this, I deserved this.
His hands gripped my hips tightly, I'm sure his fingerprints will leave bruises but I didn't care. Our breaths became more jagged, touches more needy, the air became tense, my whines came more persistent, lifting out small cries every so often. My hips moving faster, Sam gripped my thighs, picking my up, carrying us up the flights of stairs to my bedroom where he threw me down on the bed,
"Let me get the stuff" Sam said before leaving.

Sam returned with his knives, first aid kit and a baby blue skater skirt, white thigh highs and pink panties, he gave me the clothes,
"Put them on" he demanded, I obeyed, normally someone would find it degrading but I thought I looked good.
After I put them on Sam placed me on the bed, crawling on top of me, my hard-on rubbing against the lace making me feel slightly uncomfortable, I let out a shaky moan, I had become impatient.
Sam grabbed his filleting knife, placing the cold metal upon my warm skin, he placed the blade on my lower stomach, running the side across my skin, making me grip the bed sheet 'till my knuckles turned white.
He made the first cut letting out a relieved breath, I moaned loudly, I watched the crimson liquid fall from the open wound,
"God I love you" Sam said,
"I love you too" I found myself saying, I wasn't sure it it was true or not.
The skirt didn't have any blood on, for which I was glad, getting blood out of clothes was hard work.
I flipped us over, so I was on top of Sam, he took off my panties, leaving me in just the skirt and thigh highs, my hips rocking against Sam's making him let out small moans.
"Lube?" I said, letting my lips leave his for a moment, he grabbed it from under my pillow, flipping us over so I was on all fours, he slipped a finger in, it felt awkward, like it wasn't supposed to be there, he added a second finger, then a third.
"Ready?" He asked, for a psychopath he cared about me, I nodded, as soon as he pushed in, my body tensed, his hands grabbed my hips,
"Relax" he said soothingly, I obeyed.
His movements were fast, he grabbed the knife, cutting my back, making my moans louder. My arms gave up beneath my weight, I turned my head so I could breathe,
"F-faster" I moaned out, he moved faster, letting out small moans as he did so, he hit that spot repeatedly, making me moan like a pornstar, Sam slammed into me and I heard a snap, it was the bed, that didn't stop him, he carried on, I let out longer moans, my throat felt raw, I felt a warm feeling in my stomach, I came all over the bed sheets and I didn't care, soon Sam came inside me.

I just lost my virginity to a serial killer.

He held me closer that night, and I felt closer.

And I did the one thing I promise not to do.

I began to trust him.
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A/N: Why are all my books kinky af? Idek and idc lmao

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