The crimes have given rise to many novels, plays, and other dramatic works.’ Bill reached inside his jacket pocket and produced a Cuban cigar. He t...ook his time with it, sniffing the fragrant odor, biting off one end and spitting it deftly into the ashtray at his side and then lighting it and blowing the smoke toward my face. ‘What I suspect…’ I began, never once taking my eyes off his, is that you have taken the gift given you by Arthur and used it to kill people over a very long period of. "She smiled at me, the cat stalking the mouse. I stared back; a real predator surprised at the cat's boldness.I sighed."Tara, speaking as your friend, you do not want to do this."She smiled dangerously, or what she thought was dangerous; her eyes sparked as she fought to keep her temper in a public place. Tara did not like to be balked."I know what I want David!"I tried one last time.I opened to her, allowing the smile I hid behind to drain. I looked at her through the flat dead eyes that. She wasn't curling them into the seat yet or balling them into a fist, but it was obvious she was fighting her building distress. Looking up at her face I could see the same inner struggle. She was frowning and biting her bottom lip and she tried to be still and not let on that she was raging inside. I had to admire her stoicism and self-discipline, but I also took it as a challenge—I wanted to show her that, struggle as she might, I would not be denied. Then I began feeling a dampness in her. He teased me until I became crazy with need, but still he denied me my orgasm until he had me begging him to fuck me. I felt used for his pleasure as it aroused me against my will until I came harder than ever before. I'm a strong, independent woman but he had me act like a submissive, wanton slut craving to please him, to serve him."Laura smirked; so Jakob had taken control and fucked her. She should have known that he couldn't have stayed away from a young woman with the bulge in his pants.