Prologue
Trigger warnings ⚠️
Some topics may be uncomfortable for some readers. Please be aware this story contains
1) lots of graphic sex scenes.
2) girl on girl action.
3) murder.
4) mention of suicide.
5) abuse. (Manipulation, physical, sexual)
This isn't a love story. It's erotica but a bit dark.
It is about a serial killer and the things she is willing to do to keep the woman she 'loves'
Please only continue if you are okay with mentioned topics. If you choose to continue, I hope you enjoy.
~ October.
When a secret is kept, loyalties are tested.
Does adultery make you a sinner, or just a crappy human?
The night her flame sizzled out, leaving nothing but smoke filled air, was the same night she had lost every bit of faith and humanity she had left.
Walking in on her husband of twelve years, buried deep between the thighs of her younger sister answered the question she asked as she walked in the front door.
The Clothes spread across the hardwood floor, the heels that rested on the first step of the staircase, the muffled moans of another women echoing from the second floor, left the air around her filled with the stench of betrayal.
Her chest burned like fire. Her face contorting into a look that could only be described as vengeful. Anger coursed through her veins like lava out of a volcano.
How could they do this? Betray her trust in such a deceitful manner?
She had only agreed to bring a second woman into her marriage under the understanding from all, that sex was completely off the table unless all three were there to participate.
Yet, her husband and their new playmate were loudly enjoying themselves without her. Against their rules and agreement.
However, what she seen when she pushed the bedroom door open, wasn't the woman she and her husband had both been fucking for the past six months; rather her little sister.
"Layla?"
Her husband spoke her name as he quickly pulled away from her sister, standing to his feet.
Layla stared at the two but only for a moment. A laugh erupted from her mouth as she tried to process what she was seeing.
Her sister wrapped the quilt around herself, making sure to cover her naked body. Her blue eyes refusing to meet her older sisters.
Layla shot a glare at her husband. His brown hair now a shaggy mess from where she assumed her sister had pulled on it with every fake orgasm she gave him.
"You're pathetic" Layla hissed. "Two wasn't enough, so you had to go fuck my sister?"
Layla laughed once again as she dared her husband to say the wrong thing. But he didn't. In fact, he didn't speak at all.
The loud bang erupted from behind Layla, causing her to drop to her knees, hands over her head as her husbands now lifeless body crashed hard to the floor next to her.
Another loud bang erupted, sending her sisters body into a lifeless lump.
Layla slowly moved her hands before standing to her feet, finally making eye contact with the person responsible for murdering both her husband and sister.
Aylin. The other woman.
Her blonde hair was pulled out of her face in a messy bun. She wore a sexy lingerie set, leaving little to the imagination. Her breasts were perked up, bottom hanging out and her nipples exposed.
Her tall tan legs along with the black stilettos made Layla want to take her right then. However, she quickly shook the thoughts out of her head before looking back at the now two dead bodies.
"What the hell, Aylin?"
Aylin shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed a towl from the cconnected bathroom. She walked back in the room, removing her fingerprints from the gun.
She walked towards the cheating partner and placed the gun in his hand before standing back to her feet and glancing at the woman she had fallen for.
"Murder, suicide" she finally responded.
Aylin smiled as she strutted towards Layla. Wrapping her arms tightly around her waist before pulling her in for a heated kiss.
