Page 305 of That Time I Accidentally Became A Serial Killer

"I love you so much," he says, the words rough and reverent against my mouth.

"My sweet girl," he murmurs again, so low it vibrates through my bones.

"You're mine, little killer. Mine forever."

I smile, my lip split and throbbing from where he caught it earlier.

"I know," I whisper.

And I do. God, I do.

For a while, we just lie there in the ruins of what we made—our bodies marked and stained, blood and sweat dried to our skin like a second layer of devotion.

But eventually, I shift, crawling up and curling against his side.

"I have something to show you," I murmur, voice low and wicked.

Declan tilts his head, suspicion sparking instantly. He knows that tone. That look.

From the shredded remains of my sundress, I fish out something small.

His brow lifts. "Now where exactly were you hiding that, baby?"

"My dress had pockets."

Because listen: trauma, orgasms, potential felonies... none of it excuses ignoring the holy announcement that a dress has pockets.

It's law. I don’t make the rules. I just obey them.

I crawl back over him slowly, savoring the way his cock thickens against my thighs as my dripping center drags along him.

He groans, head dropping back against the floor with a thud. "You’re gonna kill me."

"That’s the dream," I purr.

When I finally hold out the black-and-white paper, he blinks like I’ve hit him with a hammer.

He squints. “Sunny… that’s an ultrasound."

"I know," I say, all sweet and innocent as I straddle his hips.

He stiffens like he’s preparing for impact. "Wait?—"

I flash him a wicked grin.

"That little rascal," I say, "knocked up the neighbor’s dog."

Declan freezes. Blinks again.

"Dexter?" he says, voice cracking.

I nod solemnly. "Dexter."

"But—" He flails a hand, grasping for sanity. "She’s a Rottweiler, Poppy. How the fuck did he even—he’s got stumps for legs and a Napoleon complex!"

"Apparently not where it counts," I shrug with faux primness.

There’s a beat of stunned silence between us before we both burst into laughter, collapsing against each other like lunatics.

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