As we settled into the front seats of his car i removed the bloody clothes, and set them in the backseat. He propped an elbow against the mid console and wasted no time to crash his lips against mine, his kisses desperately vying for affection and attention as he snaked his arms around my waist and pressed his mouth to mine the best he could. His hand wandered into the small of my hip and rubbed short circles into the soft flesh, sending tingling and pain through my waist. One of his hands circled around my neck and squeezed slightly, drawing a soft moan out of my chest. I clenched the fabric of his jacket in my fingers and looped them in the buckled straps on his chest to hang onto him, he groaned in response as i pulled on the strips of leather that crossed over his chest. His hips squirmed in his seat and he pulled away abruptly.

"Careful, dollface." He groaned, "Doing that will get me going."

He pried my fingers from his jacket and straightened himself out, decisively placing his hands on the steering wheel and ignition, starting the car to life. I pouted for a moment, leaning back into my own seat as he slowly pulled out of his parking spot and followed the road into the night, keeping his headlights off.

The instant he hit the main road he flicked on the lights and drove like a bat out of hell. The sudden pick up of speed caused my stomach to lurch. He drove quickly to my house, halving the already short drive between mine and my sister's houses. He parked the dark car in my empty driveway, and killed the engine. He leaned his head on the back of his seat and let out a breath he'd been holding.

He looked excited as he plucked the camera out of his jacket, and scrolled through the pictures. He smirked and looked to me.

"Do you have any idea how badly i want to put these on my wall?" He said, the stupid grin embedded in his face. I rolled my eyes.

"I just can't believe i actually killed my own sister... I wanted to, don't get me wrong, i just never targeted anyone so close to me before."

"Before, meaning previous victims, meaning, you're a serial killer just like me?" His tone picked up, and i shrugged.

"I don't like the term 'serial killer'. Makes it sound...like a job? I guess?" I propped my elbow on the center console and leaned my jaw into my hand, looking up at Ghost's face.

He had a crinkle in his eyebrow that told me something was on his mind, and he sighed as he peered into my face.

"...(y/n), i need to be honest with you." He said, thumbing the spinning wheel on his camera face while trying not to break eye contact.

"What's wrong?"

"I...may have lied to you. About my name." He fidgeted in his seat, squirming uncomfortably as he finally gave in and looked away. I paused for a moment, taking in what he just said. Then it was my turn to sigh.

"Well...Can't say I'm surprised, I'll admit...a little hurt. But i can understand why." I picked at my thumbnail, the pang in my chest settling uncomfortably. I didn't like how much it actually hurt, but it was something I'll get over, but why did he feel the need to lie to me when I've proven my loyalty? I sighed, no matter. He has his reasons, and he's a wanted criminal. Makes sense I suppose.

"So what is your name?" I asked, still feeling stupid for needing to ask this a second time.

"Daniel. Daniel Olsen." He said, looking at me. His eyes were filled with the hope that I'll trust and believe him. I drew a small sigh and nodded.

"I appreciate you trusting me." I said, slipping out of the car. He stayed frozen in his seat.

"You coming?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him as i ducked my head back into the car. He snapped his attention to me and blinked, looking slightly taken aback.

"Yea, I'm coming." He said softly. It's as if he expected me to scream at him or something. He popped open the door to his car and trailed on my heels inside.

"Do you like movies?" I asked, plucking the remote out of its place on my coffee table. I turned on the tv, and flipped through the channels as i landed on the horror movie sector, and slowed my pace to see what was on.

"I like the classics, if you mean specifically horror. You like scary movies?" He said from behind me on the other side of the couch.

"Yeah, they're my favorites." I plopped on the couch and let out a heavy breath, watching as the girl on screen screamed to her death, at the end of a knife. And i let out a deep breath.

Relief. That's what i took in in my next breath.

Relief that that little bitch is dead. She'll never be able to sink her claws into men i like ever again. Daniel sneaked his way around the couch to sit by me, and looped his arm around my shoulders. The air hung tense between us as his eyes scanned my face. When my eyes met his, i could almost see the hearts in his bright blue eyes.

"You know, you are such an exquisite example of a killer." He mumbled in my ear, nibbling at the soft skin on my neck.

"So quiet. So ruthless. So...very...beautiful." he kissed his way down my shoulder, and cupped a hand over my knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. I felt the sparks in my hips and chest bursting as he grabbed me and kissed at me. He hummed softly against my neck as he bit the skin, making me gasp.

"I swear, when we find your ex, he's going to suffer dearly." He growled seductively.

Fuck it. I thought, rolling over to throw my leg over both of his, and seating myself on his lap. He gently curled his hands around my hips and waist, groaning to himself and fighting to buck his hips forward into mine.

"Danny...want to make him really suffer?" I asked, gently setting my fingers to rest against either side of his face. He smiled and hummed softly, leaning into the touch.

"How, love?"

"When we kill him, we could just be affectionate towards eachother like we usually are. He'd always go insane if I even looked at someone, or someone looked at me. I'm not for his pleasure only." I gently petted his hair and face, his hair was silky soft, but tangled and messy from lack of brushing. He let out low sounds when my fingers tangled and pulled just a bit on his hair.

"No, not his. Mine, if you'll have me.." He growled, leaning his head forward and kissing my chest.

"Yes." I gasped as my heart rate spiked and he climbed his way up to my throat. The heat and pleasure was enough to make my head spin, and he clamped his grip on my thighs, i gasped and let out a lewd cry as he squeezed my leg right where i like it. He kissed a trail up to my jaw and to my lips, catching my soft moans. I was shaking a little more than I'd care to admit when he released my mouth. I grabbed at his shirt and pulled him back in while grinding my hips on his groin. He moaned and leaned his hips forward to angle the lump in his pants to press harder against my horny self. He grabbed at my waist and forced me to stop so he could undo his pants button. His hard cock practically bounced out of his pants but was being desperately restrained in his boxers. He trailed his hands up under my shirt and trailed a line of kisses down to my chest. His hands expertly slipped under the breastband of my bra and he felt around the area, massaging and kneading my breasts with soft little circles.

He yanked my shirt over my head in a swift, fluid motion and continued to massage the area in loving pressure and motions, kissing the exposed flesh of my breasts and shoulders.

"Danny.." i sighed, clutching at his jacket. The gentle kisses and way he touched me were an intimacy i had never had the pleasure of experiencing. Sex was just that, sex. But what he was doing, felt more passionate, intimate and...romantic, even. His heavy breath, the tenderness in his bites and squeezes. My heart felt ready to pound out of my chest, and my head was foggy from the pleasure.

"Say that again." He mumbled, nibbling at my throat. His sharp teeth carressed the skin of my jugular like some kind of animal, making me shudder and moaning his name in his hair. He reached a hand up to grab a fistful of my hair and neck, pulling my hair in gentle tugs.

"Are you mine, darling?" He asked, leaning his face close to my ear, his hot breath trembled against my skin, making my face flush with the heat.

"Yes.." i whimpered, breathless. My head was spinning. In a swift motion he lifted me off his lap and onto the couch. He was visibly shaking from excitement as he reached down to slide his pants off his legs, followed after by his boxers. His cock twitched up, standing rock hard and long. He crawled over top of me, and slid my pants off, leaving me in soaked-through panties.

"You're so wet already.." he growled, leaning forward to get a better angle to slip his fingers inside my throbbing insides. He teased me with his fingers with circular motions, just brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Danny!" I cried, gasping as he pressed against my g-spot, stirring pleasure and electricity through my entire body.

"You're so beautiful." He said softly, taking his fingers back. I looked at him, regaining my breath as he licked his fingers. A wave of heat washed through my face as he cleaned off his fingers. He smirked at me and pulled my panties completely off, lining his cock up with my opening, gently teasing my clit with the tip of his cock. He let out a low moan, enjoying the feeling of her wetness more than he'd care to admit. He slipped his cock inside slowly, the entry being easy and explosive with pleasure, until he stopped as far as he could go. I had to take a second to stop myself from clawing at his hair and jacket. He shuddered over me, leaning down to plant a little less than gentle kiss on my lips. When he started moving again, he parted his lips and licked at my bottom lip, biting the swollen skin with a soft moan. I looped a leg around his back and whimpered for more, i craved the kind of pleasure he gave. Something passionate, but gentle..nothing like my exes.

"Let me know if i hurt you, love." He moaned against my lips, picking up the pace. I gasped and twitched when he ground his cock into that sweet spot i liked so much. He noticed my twitching and made a point to relentlessly drill into it, gasping and moaning in my ear.

"Don't stop!" I whined as i felt my body involuntarily arching up and i grabbed his jacket and clawed into the thin fabric.

"This feels so good, darling. I don't want to stop." He moaned, panting softly. His pace continued to speed up, filling my insides with pleasure beyond anything I'd experienced, i felt the bundling of nerves anticipating to explode, Danny's cock setting my orgasm into overdrive as he continued to fuck me like some kind of animal.

"Dan..Danny!" I cried out as one last thrust sent me over the edge. He shuddered, coming inside me as he gripped at my waist, pressing his cock deep inside. He moaned and buried his face in my neck, the sweat on his forehead dripped down onto my skin and couch as he came.

"Sorry dollface...couldn't..couldn't pull out in time. You clamped down on me, and that was it." He mumbled, breathless. I loosened my nails out of his jacket and found myself just wrapping my arms around his chest. He hummed softly and kissed the skin of my neck and set one of his hands to rest against the side of my face, the warmth was uncomfortable but the comfort in his touch made it worth suffering through.

"I'm tired..let's go to bed." I said softly, kissing his palm.

"Let's get you to bed, you must be exhausted." He chuckled, and i caught his endeared little smirk at me. I was tired before, but he was right. I am exhausted.

He lifted his head to peel himself off of me, and picked his boxers off the ground to slip them back on. He reached under my legs and shoulders and scooped me off the couch, carrying me in his arms. I turned my gaze to the tv, and watched the credits roll on the movie that was on, not that it mattered what it was. I closed my eyes and let myself relax in his arms as he treaded to my bedroom. I heard his foot connect lightly with the bottom of my door and he stepped into the cool, clean room. He sighed to himself and rested his cheek on my head for a moment, then set me on my bed. I opened my eyes to look up at him and gently took his hand, and pulled him down. He leaned down to kiss my forehead, but he didn't do what i really wanted him to.

"Stay. Don't leave me." I murmured, looping my free hand into his jacket loop. He chuckled softly and kissed the side of my face.

"I'm not going anywhere." He said, petting my hair back, and standing up to slide his jacket off and toss it to the floor. He crawled in bed beside me, and looped an arm around my waist. I let him get nestled comfortably before i turned my head and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. He nuzzled his head into my shoulder and closed his eyes, letting sleep take the both of us.

Fuck. What have i gotten myself into?