Of all the people, I never would’ve imagined Lilian Anne Knightley to be a girl’s girl. But then I was wrong about her being clean.
Her public image is so straight and perfect—although those are always the ones with the darkest secrets. And the most dangerous ones, because their real selves are hidden behind a mask.
I bite my lip because I love a dangerous woman.
I slip the phone into my pocket and get ready to drop the impersonation of the shy service personnel. Doing so is a routine for me like brushing my teeth. Evading surveillance, removing the optical clues like lenses, glasses, wig, and clothes.
By the time I reach my disguised apartment in the Meatpacking District, I’ve erased every trace of who I was an hour ago.
If anyone were to ask me who I am behind all those roles I step into, I couldn’t tell. My past has made me become a shadow. A shadow with only one purpose: Revenge.
The revenge I’ll never get.
Murderous anger boils up in me.
I needed to kill and torture Sutton.
It was all I ever wanted.
And now?
Now I am left with anger, rage, and an unsatisfied need for revenge.
I need a relief.
Tension relief.
And I don’t care how.
I fall onto my Japanese bed on the floor and grab a vibrator from my nightstand. I slide it over my labia and my clit with rhythmical stroking. I close my eyes.
My mind wanders to Lilian Knightley. Target. Suspect. Fucking hot. Someone I can never have, nor want, because I have rules. Rules I never break, not even bend. But for my fantasy? Oh, I will use her in it, make her do what I want, and then, she’ll be my release, because I could not kill Sutton.
I imagine what it would feel like to have Lilian lick me, tied up and begging for me to let her go.
But I won’t let her go.
A moan leaves my throat as I put more pressure on the vibrator and let more images run through my mind.
I am standing, and Lilian is kneeling in front of me, eyes on the floor until I cage her jaw with my hand to pull her chin up. Her eyes are filled with tears; she knows what is about to happen, she knows what she has done. Her icy blue eyes, framed by the blond hair, bore into mine. She isn’t used to being told what to do and handled against her will, which I enjoy immensely.
I rub the vibrator over my clit and roll my hips against my hand.
She squeals as I push her back, but I don’t give her any time to think or get up. I pull her legs straight before I sit down on her face.
Be a good girl,I tell her in my imagination.Lick me and fuck me with your tongue. Bite, and I’ll snap your head.
I moan louder as my body imagines the sensation it would produce.
I imagine pushing her up and back. Choking her.
That desperate look in her eyes.
Yes? Anything you wish to say?
A wonderful tingling sensation rushes through my core as I roll my hips against the pressure of my hand, before waves of my orgasm roll through me as the Lilian in my imagination gets unconscious.
I pant in blissful relief as it spreads through me. I love getting myself off on movies and images in my mind, especially those that include choking.
