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BRAD GAUTREAUX OPENED his hotel room door anxiously awaiting the arrival of the lovely Madame to be his escort. He was pleasantly surprised. With the alluring disguise, he had a hard time telling her true identity. “Lady Amara, I presume.”
She looked at him, “Mais oui, I am Lady Amara.”
Brad Gautreaux looked closely at her. The disguise was very well applied, but he was certain it was her. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
As she shook her head, the room was filled with her sultry perfume. As she slowly she removed her coat, he drank in her body. Her body was more seductive than he ever imagined. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her leather bustier, and he became highly aroused. She had him on fire with need for her. He wanted to be inside her, feel her convulsing around his erection.
She had him completely entranced by her beauty. She was breathtaking, with a mane of black hair cascading around her shoulders. He wondered why she didn’t keep her hair this color all the time. Time stood still as he watched her provocative movements. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He took hold of her and scooped her up in his arms. Bending his head, he did something he had been dreaming of doing since he first met her; he kissed that delicious mouth of hers. It was like tasting the forbidden fruit; she was pure heaven.
Breaking free of his hold, she poured him a glass of champagne. He took the glass from her and finished it off in one sip. He placed it down on the bar and pulled her close to him. He leaned in and kissed her again. His tongue teased hers.
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HIS KISSES IGNITED a stirring deep inside of her. There was no reason she couldn’t have some satisfaction before she had to kill him. It was a shame she had to kill such a prime male specimen, but she couldn’t take the chance that he would tell someone her secret.
She slowly undressed him, and then pushed him back onto the bed. Her skin quivered in anticipation. Her body was already wet with desire.
The sedative in the champagne made him pliable. She couldn’t wait to kiss every square inch of that well defined body of his. He reminded her of an Adonis. She wanted to devour every inch of him.
She couldn’t wait to play her game with him. She pulled out the fur lined cuffs and secured him to the headboard as well as the footboard. She placed the black scarf around his mouth and secured the knot. She was getting ready to give him one hell of a wild ride. Her body burned with need for him.
Her hands wandered over his body with the black silk gloves. Using her mouth, she put on the condom. He let out a low moan. To entice him further, she let her hands travel up her body to cup her breasts, and then gently squeezed her erect nipples.
His erection twitched in anticipation as her lips moved up and down his body. Since he would be her next victim, she may as well enjoy herself. She reached into her bag and removed her assortment of toys. His pupils dilated at the mere sight of them. It was time for her to have some fun. When she could no longer control her lust, she mounted him and rode him until she found her release.
She removed the condom and saw the confusion in his eyes. She laughed to herself and informed him, “Now I have a special treat for you.”
She showed him the syringe of rubbing alcohol laced with nutmeg. She found out through some research that nutmeg was fatal when injected intravenously, but she decided to make a cocktail by adding the rubbing alcohol. She wondered how painful it would be as it traveled through his bloodstream.
Looking at him, she told him with regret, “I’m sorry, cher, but I can’t have you telling anyone about my hobby.” She injected him in one swift movement.
Death came faster than she thought it would. Now that he was dead, she collected her belonging, making sure to wipe him down, as well as everything else she may have come in contact with. Disappointment flooded her senses. She hated to kill someone as sexy as him, but her secret must remain safe. At least she found her release before she had to kill him.