I'll Kill For You: Part 2

“0h…” we both moaned as our legs were wrapped around one another’s and we slid our wet pussy’s together. It was a glorious friction that brought me closer to the edge. I gyrated my pussy harder and harder against hers feeling my body ready to explode. I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. My body broke out in orgasmic convulsions.

It was a late afternoon and I was sitting alone watching TV. There’s a knock on my door and I went to answer it. When I opened it, a anger I had never felt before rose to the surface quicker than I could control. There she was standing on my porch with a black eye and bruises up and down her arms. I pulled her inside and made her sit on the couch. She was beaten and she looked broken and I wasn’t sure what to do. I could not understand how he could touch her in this way?

We lay together sweaty from our lovemaking. I was in orgasmic bliss and I didn’t want it to end. It had been almost a year of us being together and I was already head over heels in love with her. I would do anything for her.

“You have to take care of him.” She says it through her tears as we lay together. We can be together forever when he is gone.

“Is that really the answer?” I wanted him out of the way but I didn’t want it to happen this way. Yet I was caught in her spell and the only thing that mattered to me was her safety.

Her house was dark when I arrived. I used her key to enter and I quietly close the door behind me. I took a few steps into the living room closing the door behind me.

I was shocked when a light was flicked on and there was a shot gun pointed at my face.

“Who the hell are you?”

This was the first time I had come face to face with him. He was tall dark and handsome. He would have been someone I would have fallen for if I wasn’t gay. I’m sure all the women fawn over him and his classically handsome features. Maybe that is why he treats women the way he does, I thought.

“I said who the hell are you?”he asked again.

When he realized I was “just a woman” he lowered the shotgun.

“I’m…I’m here to stop you from beating on Vanessa.” I answered him in a shaky voice. He was much bigger than I was and quite intimidating. 

He leaned the shotgun against the gray lazy boy. He stared at me and suddenly he began to laugh.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Then something flashed across his eyes. He took a step forward.

“Where is my wife? Where is Vanessa?”

“She is at my house crying her eyes out after you beat the shit out of her. Do you think that makes you a man? Do you like hitting on women you sick son of a bitch.”

I could feel the anger rising in me and he seemed less intimidating.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing with my wife?

“I am the woman that pleases your woman when you can’t. I am the woman that takes care of your woman after you abuse her. You need to let her go so that I can love her and take care of her.”

His eyes were large and his mouth opened to speak and then he closed it. He turned around and ran his hand through his thick dark hair.

“You are shitting me right. My wife is not gay.”

I laughed.

“You’re right. She’s bisexual. I’m gay.”

“No fucking way! Get the fuck out of my house!”

He came at me and I pulled out my knife. That stopped him in his tracks.

“What do you think you’re gonna do with that knife?” he asked. 

It was at that moment I knew that I was going to kill him. I had to kill him. I could not let him hurt her any longer.

“I’m gonna kill you. You will never hurt her again.”

He stared at me for a second trying to determine if I was serious or not. When he looked into my eyes I knew he saw that I was serious and I wasn’t leaving until he was gone from our lives forever.

He lunged at me and I stuck out the knife stabbing him in the side. That didn’t stop him. He slammed into me and knocked me to the floor. The knife flew out of my hand and flew across the room.

He laughed.

“So this is who she sent to off me? Is she that money hungry?”

I scooted against the lazy boy and just stared at him with a confused look on my face.

“You think this is about money? She just wants you to stop beating her.”

“Just get up and get the fuck out. Oh and tell my wife to get her ass home. I’m not dead yet. She needs to do better than that if she wants my money.”

Then he leaned down and stared at me.

“If I ever see you again or if you come near my wife again, I will fucking hurt you.”

That was all I needed to refuel my anger. Without thinking, I reached over and grabbed his shot-gun. Before he could react I fired the gun that nearly knocked me across the room.

I heard him gurgling and looked over to see a large hole in his chest and blood spilling from his mouth. It was the most traumatic experience I ever had. There was blood everywhere.

I finally got the strength to stand. I grabbed my knife and frantically started wiping my finger prints off things. I wiped my fingerprints off the gun and high-tailed it out of there.

I was still in the shower when she walked in. she slid back the glass door and sits down next to me in the shower. I laid my head on her shoulder and cried. I couldn’t stop shaking. I could not believe that I could do that. I couldn’t get that gurgling sound out of my head.

“It’s going to be alright. I have a friend that is a crime scene cleaner and he is going to get rid of any sign you were there. He is going to stage it as a robberey. There won’t be any evidence of what you did.”

I looked up at her.

“Yes there will be. It will be in my head forever.”

She caressed my wet hair.

“There there…that will all go away in time. I tell you what. When I get his life insurance let’s go away to Italy or something. That’ll help you get over all this.