Short Story Of Lila Ross

As he'd envisaged,, the newly separated women seemed up to a seduction, although, considering the minimal effort required it could hardly be called that), and Mark became more confident of bedding her with each second that passed. Possibly Lila Ross would have been pliable and agreeable, even without the alcohol, and drugs, with simply, after what she'd endured the past three months, the attention received from a handsome stranger, combined with the manner in which he remained attentive, stroked her skin, and leaned over to brush her earlobe with his lips when the bar filled and he leaned closer to whisper to Lila would have been enough to have her spread her legs.

However, Mark didn't want to take any chances, plus, it was quite enjoyable to watch the effects of the combined narcotics, and how forward she became. How, Lilia Ross, criminal psychologist, profiler, and a woman who could supposedly peer into a man's mind, drunkenly brushed her cheek against his, and of her own volition, invited a rapist and killer back to her room. "I'd
Mark Dubious, intense green eyes held Lila's for a second, before his knee pressed into her thighs, and he held her arms pinned with a forearm, and dipped his head. The killers lips and teeth found the soft skin of her neck, and the hot breath of his pants floated against her Dubious licked, sucked, and issued gentle bites to her flesh "I want to make you forget about your husband. About everything.. His free hand hefted the weight of her breasts in his palm, squeezing them, and pinched the peaks of her nipples through fabric, before it glided down her abdomen and came to rest between her legs, under the dress. "Except pleasure." Was the bitch wet for him? She wouldn't be next time, when that pleasure would, instead, be