“You’ve always been that person. You just had to see it yourself.”
She placed a finger on his red painted lips. "I like being myself with you. But I can't live 'me' in these occasional moments, I want someone who can be like this all the time. And since it's not you, I'll just have to search for someone."
"You don't have to search for anyone."
Lillian shook her head, "Yes, I do. Let's not pretend this is more than what it is. You've never… you said…"
"Lily, tie my other wrist down and take what you want." His dark eyes were full of fire and darker promise.
Or perhaps she was the darkness, not him, and she'd be taking the only thing he'd denied her.
Not letting either of them reconsider, she put the rope on his right wrist. He lay spread before her, still fully dressed, and she flipped up the kilt he'd worn, exposing the tops of his thigh highs and a pair of briefs tenting outward with a monster erection.
She slipped off her thong and grabbed a condom off her nightstand.
Their eyes met for a long moment, and he whispered, “Yes.”
Lilly climbed on top of him and took what she wanted.
Sean watched Lily sleep, knowing in the depth of his soul he was the worst and lowest piece of shit one could possibly be.
God, she was magnificent. He never imagined being the one tied to the bed and her using him to pleasure herself.
She'd taken from him what she wanted, what she needed. From sitting on his face till he ate her out to riding him hard. He’d thought he was spent, but she had sucked him to hardness for the third time, ignoring his half-hearted protests. The last session of reverse cowgirl tied down had him babbling and saying God knew what.
It was a miracle he hadn't dislocated a shoulder from pulling so hard at the ropes. Rope burns with heart-shaped imprints were a small price to pay for unspeakable pleasure.
Eventually she'd untied him, and that was a mistake. If only she'd left him there, using him, taking away his choices, letting him be her very willing victim.
But now… he had to destroy her.
The phone call on the way to her apartment had been from Charlie. "It was El Socio. He's dead. You know what to do."
He was supposed to have disengaged from Lillian right then.
Technically, until he received a written order, he remained on assignment.
There were plenty of ways he could have left without blowing his cover.
Yet he did none of them.
He'd wanted to do the right thing. But he couldn't fight his own desire and Lillian’s when she made her play.
And what man could?
These were all excuses. It was undeniable he was wrong. He’d done wrong, and somehow he'd have to pay.
His burner phone lay on the dresser, and it vibrated now, pulling him away from Lillian.
Careful not to disturb her, he grabbed his underwear and the phone in one fluid movement.
The phone had a new encrypted message on it. He opened it.
Chief Reyes is pulling you out now. Prelim autopsy report of the blood and skin matched our target.
The email contained a photo of the coroner's preliminary report, confirming the DNA match.
"Fuck. Crap. Dammit," he mumbled under his breath.
