Free Crimes of Passion : An Erotic Romance Story by Eldia Sanchez Page A

him to force himself upon her until she was fucked beyond reason.
    Stride’s grasp tightened around Addison’s throat and as she began to writhe, a quiet maniacal laugh escaped her throat.
    “This is how those bitches liked it, wasn’t it?” she asked. Stride slowed his thrusting, but he remained inside of her, confused by the question. “Ella Monroe? Melody Young?”
    Stride startled and climbed off of her , his breathing increased and he began to panic, hearing the victims’ names. “Why are you saying those names?”
    Addison sat up and for a moment, she appeared legitimately concerned, “Come back to bed Edmund, I wasn’t finished with you yet.”
    “ Why are you saying their names?!” Edmund cried, frantically collecting his clothes and beginning to dress. He wondered for a moment if he was hallucinating--- if his subconscious guilt and panic were now seeping out into reality. A cynical smile curled on Addison’s gentle face.
    “I read the papers darling,” Addison said. As Edmund looked down to buckle his shoes, Addison slipped a knife out from under a pillow. She stood up and came towards him, concealing the weapon behind her back. “You were with them right? Between their legs--- fucking them --- the night that they died?”
    “How did you know about them? You saw? Stay away from me Addison--.” And just as Edmund turned towards the door, she jammed the blade into his back. Stride gasped for air. Addison tilted the knife at an upward angle so it would puncture his most vital organs, and Stride collapsed to the floor, crying out and writhing in pain.
    “It was you… you betrayed me,” he cried as he began to bleed out. Edmund could see the part of the blade sticking out of his back. Addison took up her clothes and began to dress without hurry.
    “Oh darling, how soon you forget that you were the one who first betrayed me,” she said unapologetically, as she slipped her evening gown over her head and attended to the many buttons. “I loved you Edmund. I loved you with all of my heart. I would’ve given myself to you had you just been patient. But my love was never going to be enough for you.”
    Edmund whimpered, as Addison reached down and pulled the blade from his back. He cried out as the knife exited his body along a different path, and a trail of bright red blood began to pour from his wounds.
    Addison took up the knife and made a slit up the side of her skirt. Her voice morphed into that of a sadistic sociopath, “You humiliated me Edmund, you marred my good name--- and you made sure everyone knew about it. You should have seen the looks I would get as I went about town. The whispers in the streets. Poor Addison Wilkes, if only she knew about the filth her fiancé was fucking behind her back. It was bad enough that my ignorant family traded my life to nestle snuggly in your family’s extravagant bosom.”
    Edmund’s body began to stiffen as he lost blood, and his eyes flickered as he began to fade in and out of consciousness. Addison sent her heel down on Stride’s limp hand, and he groaned as he felt his life slipping away.
    “So I followed you. I watched as you fucked them high out of your mind in those dirty alleyways--- as you raped them. And I pitied their wretched souls. But they had to pay for what they had done just as much as you. You should’ve seen the look of regret on their faces as I slit their precious throats.”
    The last thing Edmund Stride saw before he died was a red playing card tucked playfully in Addison’s bodice. Moments later, John Kelly entered the building calling Edmund’s name. He frantically scaled the stairway, and a smile crossed Addison’s soft lips--- her knight in shining armor had arrived to save the day.
    “ A special place in hell is waiting for you my love,” she whispered to Edmund, as Kelly reached the doorway. Then Edmund Stride closed his eyes forever.
     
                  When Kelly entered the apartment, Addison turned