Only that’s not true. There have been victims I’ve killed for my job as a mafia enforcer that had similar habits, and I never touched myself to their arousal. I simply killed them like I was ordered.
Every vein in my dick pulses for her heat. I reason with myself: if I can clear my head by coming, then I’ll have a better shot at making a final decision about her.
Suddenly, I realize my pants are unzipped and hanging around my hips, as if Lily hypnotized me into fully embracing my desire for her.
I want to say she’s thrown me into this frenzy, but it’s a lie.
I threw myself into her erotic trap willingly.
My mouth salivates. I keep fucking my fist, knowing that I’m the one giving her this control over me. I’m the one who could’ve killed her. I’m the one who chose not to.
I’m the one who continually chooses to let her live.
She moans, and those thoughts vanish away. Her pointer finger curls, and though I have to shift into the right angle again, eventually, I see her dainty little finger tucked inside her wet seam, her palm cupping her sensitive clit. She humps her hand, bucking her hips, and it’s the most depraved, animalistic display I’ve ever seen. She’s not a woman anymore. She’s an impulse. A need to come.
I jerk myself harder, matching her speed, and when she comes, my eyes roll into the back of my head too.
She freezes on the bed, her knuckles white.
“Hello?” she asks. “Who’s there?”
Shit.Did I moan too?
She shifts off the bed, out of view. I fall into the shadows. I reach for my knife.
The closet door opens.
My lily of the valley appears. Her nipples pebble like grains of pink sand. A woman so small without her heels. She thinks she only has feathers, but she has talons too. She’s capable of conquering everything in this world, includingme.
And then the little bird screeches.
CHAPTER5
LILY
The scream clawsat my throat. Dice looms over me with a knife in his hand, but it’s hard to notice when his thick cock looks like it could kill me. It’s girthy and veiny, like an animal in its own right, ready to annihilate me or anything that comes near him.
His black eyes are violent and unblinking. I’m an insect compared to him.
Dice reaches for his cock.
Another scream erupts out of me as he zips up his pants. I run for the bedroom door. His growl vibrates through the room, shaking my thighs, and each stomp of his boots is like a baton beating into my heart.
I reach the stairs right as he grabs my hair, yanking me backward. I fall on my back, and the wind is knocked out of me. I gasp, twisting as I do, trying to doanything.Dice kneels down, his full body weight resting on top of me. The knife slides against my throat as his eyes stay on my lips. His cock bulges against my thigh when he leans down to breathe into my ear.
I thrash and bite his cheek. He howls, and I swivel sharply, the blade grazing my neck as I break out from underneath him. I run, and he leaps toward me, cornering me against the wall. He bares his teeth, and a knot of anxiety bubbles in my throat.
I have nowhere to go.
He grabs my throat. A drop of my blood dribbles over his thumb. He licks it off, and the red liquid smears against his teeth. I bite my bottom lip, heat surging between my thighs.
I’m fighting for my life here, and my pussy has the nerve to react like this?
“You won’t be alive for much longer, anyway,” he says, almost like he’s bargaining to himself. Like he knows he can give into his desire to fuck me because my life doesn’t matter. He’s going to kill me anyway.
I scream again. This time, he covers my mouth with his giant palm, squeezing my nose and mouth shut. His other hand cups my breast, the handle of the knife jabbing my flesh.
Why did I ask him for help? He’s obviously got issues! No one goes to a strip club for that long and tips the same woman without speaking to her unless he’s got some messed up shit going on in his head. He was probably planning my murder! He’s a freaking serial killer, and I’m his next victim.
