CHAPTER 1

...MARISSA ...

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“Baby, how many minutes more? It’s already been five minutes since you went in there.”

My husband Maksim’s impatient voice reached my ears as I held the pregnancy test.

“Don’t be impatient, Maks. I haven’t even peed on the stick yet. Wait for at least seven more minutes,” I shouted back with a smile on my face.

Maksim and I have been married for five years. He’s the love of my life, the only one for me.

You’re probably wondering how we met so Let me start from the beginning and let me introduce myself first.

I’m Marissa Voss, known previously as Marissa Graves.

I'm a Coroner.

Now, you might wonder what a coroner does. In short, My job involves investigating deaths, particularly those that are sudden, unusual, or suspicious. I determine the cause of death, identify the deceased, and conduct inquests and I dress the corpses for their burial and know how to preserve their bodies for a long time And issue their death certificates

I've always been drawn to the mysteries of death, the stories that bodies can tell. The morgue is my sanctuary, a place where the past whispers its secrets

My work is not for the faint of heart, but for me, it's a passion I love spending My time with dead bodies. I love every aspect of what I do.

In a world where the living often fear death, I enjoy it.

I love it. I love my job.

I love a dead person specially when a body was brutally damage and blood was all over it I find peace looking it looking at the corpse's eyes, so vacant and beautifully haunted. Their pale bodies, so lifeless, and their hearts, which once beat within their chests.

I love dead bodies more than the living human. There’s a certain peace in their silence, a beauty in their stillness. And let me tell you a secret: I love witnessing someone's death firsthand, to see the life drain away in a painful, cruel, torturous way.

"Baby, it's been three minutes. I'm coming in," my husband said impatiently.

"I said seven minutes, Maks—" Before I could finish my sentence, he opened the door and walked in. Taking the stick from my hand, he stared at it intently.

"I'm Fückïng you more than enough to get you pregnant with four babies," he muttered, still looking at the stick. Instead of replying, I walked towards the mirror and saw my nákèd reflection in it.

"Maybe you need to try something new," I said, biting my lip as I met his eyes through the mirror.

"Something new? Hmm," he hummed, glancing at me before focusing on the pregnancy test again.

Minutes later, he threw the stick into the dustbin and took predatory steps towards me.

"You aren't pregnant," he said.

"Hmm, I'm not?"

"Yeah, that stupid stick said so, We aren't infertile, so why aren't you getting pregnant, Marissa?"

"I don't know."

"You don't?" He pinned me to the mirror, his hands slowly making their way to my pússy.

"You said something new?" He asked with a smirk and pinched my clít harshly. I winced in pain but loved the mix of pain and pléasure he gave me.

"Yes," I gasped.

He hummed and insérted three fingérs inside me. "Let's try a new method." He rubbed his nose against my neck, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation his fingers brought to me.

"You know, today I opened a young man," he whispered in my ear. "The poor thing was just 23 to 25 years old, and when I took out his heart, I thought about you."

"So why haven't you brought it to me?" I questioned between möans.

"Baby, you know I can't. I have to answer for my every action."

Maksim's fingers continued their rhythmic motion, sending waves of pléasure coursing through me. His breath was hot against my ear as he spoke, his voice a low, séductive whisper.

"but I'll find a way," he promised. "One day, I'll bring you not just a dead heart but a live beating one. Just only for you."

I shivered at his words, my body responding to both his touch and his dark promise. I knew he meant it. Maksim always found a way to get what he wanted.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Do you trust me, Marissa?"

"Always," I breathed.

His smirk deepened. "Good.

With a final, deliberate thrúst of his fingers, he sent me over the edge. My body tensed, and I cried out, the sensation overwhelming. He held me close, as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

When I finally came down, he gently withdrew his fingers and kissed me tenderly.

He helped me straighten up, his hands lingering on my skin. "Now, let's clean you up because I have a thing in mind.

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