Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

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Despite the urgency in her eyes and hands as the smacked at his body, Tom did not relent choking Lila upon his cock. Instead he laughed, and fucked her mouth treating her like nothing more than a piece of meat. It wasn’t much longer until she was feeling dizzy from the lack of air and unable tofight back with any kind of strength. The darkness threatened to take her as Tom keep raping her throat. Before unconsciousness could kick in, her hair was yanked hard and she was pulled off his meat, gasping and coughs desperately as drool dripped down her chin and onto her breasts.

He returned the red slap marks she had left all over his thighs and stomach with one of his own, knuckles hitting her jaw cheek and whipping her head against the hand holding her hair. It was even harder than the ones he had done earlier, which were mostly just shocking more than painful. Her vision blurred with tears and the force of his strike. She was still disoriented form the first backhand when he did it again, to the other side, letting go og her hair so she could tumble back against the couch. “Tom…” she whimpered as he picked up the handcuffs, staring at her with cruel, cold eyes.


She was on her feet once more with a groan and then a shriek as he pulled her arms back roughly. It was very uncomfortable, treating her like a criminal instead of his wife. Acting like a rapist, instead of her husband. Was this really the first time he had done this? It seemed to come too easily for this to be completely spontaneous, but she would have known, wouldn’t she? A woman who studies rapists should know if she were married to one. And yet nothing could have prepared her for Tom, this night.

“You look so fucking sexy when you cry”

His words reminded her that she was crying, or had been, or still was? When had she started? When she tried to suck him off? When he forced her to take all of him? When he tried to choke her on himself? She was only vaguely away of her gasps and sobs, she body shaking in the impact of everything that had so far happened this night. And still, they weren’t done. Bent over the arm of the couch, her ass was presented to Tom and the furniture dug into her diaphragm. Once more she struggled to breath as Tom pushed down onto her, his erection throbbing into her thigh, still slick with her saliva.

It was almost a good thing she had slobbered all over his meat, since there was no lust between her thighs for him, at the moment. Whatever desire she felt earlier, as she masturbated to the thought of him, had dried up and been replaced by fear and sorrow. Still, she didn’t dare disobey as Tom demanded access to her slit, spreading herself as much as she could in this position. He hadn’t come yet, as he fucked her mouth, so maybe she would be lucky, and he was close to finishing. She just had to hold on a bit longer, right?

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"You look so fucking sexy when you cry."

Of all the taunts and insults Tom Ross had thrown at his wife, and the acts he'd so far perpetrated in this 'pretend' rape, - the harsh slaps, throwing her around like a rag-doll, welting her ass and thighs with the whip, tearing her expensive corset to shreds, and mockingly laughing when he violently fucked her mouth and forced her to choke on his cock - that was the one, if he'd had his wits about him, he would have immediately taken back. How could a loving husband ever enjoy the sight of his wife's tears, elicited by obvious mental and physical distress.

How could a man honestly believe that what was being done to the one he loved was what she desired, and, with the knowledge that it wasn't, then deliberately continue to hurt her? How could a sane and thoughtful spouse not be aware that, even if she hadn't spoken the safe-word, it wasn't right, and that he should stop? The answer was because, at this time, Tom Ross was not fully sane. As in his adolescent years, and when a rookie Patrolman, where he'd been encouraged by the authority that the job brought with it, he'd once again become his Father's son, and was in a frenzy. Lila Ross didn't exist, and neither did love. All that mattered was power and control, and the feeling he was unstoppable.

"Spread 'em for me, bitch." The Detective issued the command in a sibilant hiss as he simultaneously dug his nails into her thighs with enough ferocity to draw blood, and spread Lila's legs. Coated in her spit and saliva, his erection throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, with her wrists shackled to the small of her back and access to her slit gained, he hooked his hands under her armpits, wrenched Lila's shoulders further behind her, and slammed his entire length in to her hole. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to come.

With his shaft buried to the hilt in Lila's pussy, her body was forcibly thrown forward, ribs audibly cracking the edge of the sofa, with the next, and Tom ceased with the taunts. Every last ounce of energy was required for his physical exertions, and he began to violate her with increased savagery. Each thrust came faster, and contained greater impetus, than the last, and as he violently forced her walls further and further apart, and stuffed her with his meat, Tom grabbed a fistful of hair at the nape of Lila's neck.

However, instead of tearing at it, as he had previously, the Detective used the grip to shove her mouth and nose into the cushions. He'd lost any of the desire he'd once held to be able to see her face or hear her reactions, for the woman beneath him had become something less than human. She was simply a warm piece of flesh in possession of holes to be used for his pleasure, and soon the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of his pants, groans and grunts, the slap of flesh against flesh, and her cunt being brutally abused by his cock.

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Lila’s scream filled the room as Tom’s cock filled her unwilling cunt. Were it not for the saliva left there by the cruel violation of her mouth, he would have ripped her open with dry friction. As it were, the pain of his incursion into her was burning. Each thrust forced her ribs into the sofa, with such strength she was sure they would be bruised tomorrow. The motion had her gasping between cries, unable to get a good deep breath while Tom sawed into her tender core.

It was completely antithetical to what Lila had fantasized might happen between her and Tom, tonight. She had craved a passionate and loving evening, with kisses and caresses, and eyes that gazed into one another’s. What she got was a brutal parody of their love making, with a brutal parody of her husband ravaging her. Complete with a cruel parody of tender finger running through hair, as Tom’s fingers tangled in her hair, and held her face down into the cushions.

Once more Lila fought for breath under her husband’s attention, squirming and struggling pathetically against his far superior strength. Despite the pain, she found herself clenching him harder, the convulsion of suffocation making his thrusts more vicious and punishing. Part of her wished he would just end it, just let her pass out into the cushions, and not have to wake up to a reality where her own loving husband raped her. That death might be a preferable outcome than living with this grief, never being able to trust the man she had sworn herself to.

Even stronger than her suicidal ideation was her desire to get revenge on the man who did this to her, who threatened to do this himself. He ruined her marriage, turned her into a scared little girl, and her husband into a monstrous brute. She didn’t know how, or about the darkness Tom kept hidden from her, in Lila’s mind, the stalker was responsible for everything that happened tonight. She would catch him, or kill him, she wasn’t sure yet, it was hard to think as everything grew dark, and pain became her world. She would…she would…

Lila passed out before that thought could complete itself.

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Tom hadn't discerned Lila's lack of arousal, or the resistance that met his entry when he'd shoved his meat in her pussy without care for any pain it might inflict. The woman who was the wife he'd promised to love and respect; two qualities which could take an eternity to be built up, but be destroyed in an instant. However, neither was the Detective contemplating the destruction of his and Lila's relationship as he raped her.

He curled his digits more fiercely in her tresses, and smothered her face in the cushions as his hot breath, hit her heck, nails scraped her thighs, and Tom held her legs spread. No words came from his mouth, and as much as she'd become less than human, the sounds emanating from the Detective were akin to those of a wild animal rutting. Grunts, groans and gasps accompanied the gnashing of his teeth as they teeth broke the skin of her neck, and salty blood dripped in to his mouth.

However, as with all else except the sensations of his cock buried in her pussy, Tom was not aware of it. And it wasn't even so much the sensations, as the innate knowledge that they came from his act of brutally fucking this woman, completely oblivious and uncaring of her reactions or enjoyment. It was all about Tom Ross, and as her struggle for her caused her muscles to convulse and quiver around his invading shaft, the man's eyes glazed over, he threw his head back, and a guttural howl, evil and triumphant in its intensity, escaped his lips.

Tom ripped clumps of hair from Lila's scalp, and almost dislocated both of her shoulders as his cock speared the woman with enough force to arch her back and lift her hips off the sofa when he reached his climax. Jet after jet, he erupted inside her, and continued to moan, scratch, bite and hammer away at her cunt, until, eventually he was done and collapsed on top of her.

For a minute or two, he remained still, then slowly his opened his eyes, which swiftly widened as reality started to come back into focus, and he realized she’d gone limp. "Babe?" Tom whispered to the comatose woman underneath him, then darted his gaze around the room, as if searching for the man who'd done this. He whispered lowly again as he slipped his softened erection from her pussy. "Lila?"

A sense of dread invaded the pit of the man's stomach, bringing anger with it, and his tone was more urgent, and reminiscent of the stranger who'd just raped her when he moved to his feet and called her name again. The bitch still ignored him, and it was only when his cell buzzed that he became cognisant of the background noise that had been a constant for the past five minutes; the Department issued phone unceasingly ringing; and pulled his cold-eyed gaze from his wife, to answer. "Hello?"

"When?"

"What's the address?"

"A name?"

"Okay, call Jarrod and tell him I'll meet him at the Station."

The man ended the conversation, then glanced at Lila. Still on her front, with ass and thighs scratched and welted, skin black and blue from the battering it had received from his body, with her wrists shackled, and his seed dripping from her abused pussy. "Babe, I've got to go, there's been a break in the case. I hope this lived up to expectations."

Tom spoke as he unlocked the cuffs – if she wasn’t going to respond, that was her problem -, paused for only a moment, then smoothed down his clothes, buckled his trousers, walked to the door, and didn't look back as he exited the residence. Avoidance, or possibly he didn't want to be reminded of how much the sight of the half-naked, bloodied and bruised woman laying on the sofa aroused him?

If only it wasn't the one he'd married, and vowed to cherish.

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Lila gasped for breath as Tom yanked her hair form her scalp and brought her out of unconsciousness. She awoke just in time to feel Tom’s release splash into her cunt, coating her inner walls with the proof of her violation, at the hands of her husband. Still, it took several minutes of her head swimming before Lila process what was going on, and remembered what Tom had done to her.

Tom was on the phone, but she couldn’t quite make out the words, just the inquisitive tone in his voice. Nevertheless, it meant he would be leaving again. Under most circumstance, Tom leaving home late at night to check up on the last clue to a case would have irked her. It would have infuriated her if this had been a consensual encounter between husband and wife, for him to run out just moments after finishing within her. She knew he had a job to do, but it didn’t make it easier to watch he leave in the middle of the night.

Tonight, however, was a different story. She was glad he was leaving, as she held back the flood of emotions battering the inside of her skull. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, any more than she already had, especially after his earlier words.

"You look so fucking sexy when you cry."

Tom went too far with everything that had just happened for Lila to even begin to believe that he was just pretending. Lila knew that some of what had just come out was Tom, the real Tom, a Tom she didn’t know existed, even after five years of marriage. Was any of it acting? Was it all how he truly felt, and what he truly wanted?

“I hope this lived up to expectations."

Lila felt herself tremble at the words; the strain of holding back the hurt she felt was becoming painful. Did he really think she wanted a rape that was so realistic?
That she wanted to be hit and whipped and choked by her husband? No, these were things he wanted to do, and he didn’t care about her obvious discomfort or pain.
Once she heard the car pull out of the driveway once more, Lila crumbled onto the floor and curled herself into a ball. There was significant pain, physical pain, from being slapped, whipped, having her hair pulled and forcefully penetrated. Even more than that though, was the betrayal. Tom had done this. Tom, her husband, the man who claimed to love her, who vowed to cherish and honor her. Tom had hurt her, and enjoyed himself all the while. Tom was no better than the man he was investigating, with the delight he took in raping her.

Was this…rape? Lila could hardly bring herself to call it that, even though it fit every objective measure. Battered and bloody, Lila doubted she looked very different from any other rape victim, but it was certainly nothing she could ever report. Tom was her husband, and a respected detective to boot. No one would ever believe he did this to her. And further, he didn’t think he was doing anything wrong, doing anything that she didn’t want or ask for. Well, no, he had to have known this was far further than any fantasy that she wanted to play out. Even if she didn’t say the stupid safe word, whatever the hell it was.

Shakily, Lila walked over to the kitchen table, to the meal she had cooked that neither of them partook in. Unstead hands reached for the wine bottle, and watched as it sloshed clumsily into a glass. The first glass went down too quick for her, so she poured another, eyes too blurry from tear to pay attention to want she was doing. Tom wouldn’t hurt her, Tom loved her! It was…it was a misunderstanding. It was her fault, for letting it go on as long as she did.

Lila drank until her rationalizations rang to in her mind, emptying the bottle of wine before she was satisfied.

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Tom slammed the front door, and hurried to his vehicle, which had been parked askew in the driveway in his earlier haste to get to Lila. It was only when he entered, and the sound of the ignition broke the silence, and the headlights, the darkness, that he paused to contemplate what he’d just done. Regardless of the surprise gift that had arrived at his office, and the note that had accompanied it, Tom instinctively knew that the acts he’d perpetrated weren’t what Lila had desired. How could any women truly wish to be struck about the face, called a slut and a whore, made to cry, and be humiliated, degraded, battered and bruised, by the man she loved.

Such masochists did exist, but Tom didn’t consider Lila one of them, and the full realisation of the presence of the stranger who’d invaded his mind and raped his wife brought nausea to the pit of his stomach. As he reversed the car, with his gaze fixated on the living room windows, Tom opened the door, stuck his head out in to the fresh air and, a few seconds later, a stream of bile splattered on the cement. “Fuck.” The man swore, then banged his fist harshly on the steering wheel, exhaled sharply three or four times, and regained his composure.

“It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay, just a misunderstanding, a miscommunication.” Tom’s voice lowered to a whisper as he pulled the vehicle on to the road, and talked to himself. “She asked for it, and I just tried to be a good husband. What’s the point of a rape fantasy if it’s not realistic.” However, the real issue was, not that he was prepared to admit it, that it hadn’t been an act, nor had Lila been raped by a pretend alter-ego, but by the Tom Ross he’d so long attempted to keep hidden, and it would happen again. On the next occasion with even more brutality, and for no other reason than Tom felt like it, or as punishment when she pissed him off.

“No, no, it wasn’t that bad. It was she wanted, I'd never deliberately hurt Lila. I love her too much. It was just a one night thing, to satisfy her fantasy.” The man’s delusions continued until he arrived at the station, and by the time he met up with Jarrod, he believed them.

“Hey buddy, how was your night?”

“Good, what have we got?”

Tom shrugged off the last of his concerns as he relayed the information received from the Tech Department. “The fucker isn’t as smart as he thinks, the Lab guys located an email address buried deep in one of the victim’s computers,” then read off the name and address. “I thought you’d like to come along for the ride, and share in the glory.”

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Up on the hillside, the stalker buckled his trousers, and reached for his cell. That was, after he’d stopped laughing. What a performance it had been. Even from this distance, through a pair of binoculars, and without sound, it had been obvious that the Detective had really been into the little scene Mark Dubious ha’d engineered. However, Lila Ross, not quite so much. A smile remained on his face, and the laughing fit recommenced when he saw the Detective throw up, and he idly contemplated where he was off to at this time of the night.

Maybe they’d discovered the surprise Mark had planted when communicating with his last victim. Oh, wasn’t the great detective going to be pissed he discovered that email address led to a wheel-chair bound octogenarian, and he had to take a deep breath before his fingers were steady enough to compose a text.

So, Ms Ross, did you have a nice night. Your husband appears to have enjoyed himself, but I’m not certain you found it as pleasurable. How did it feel to be raped, Lila, does it bring you closer to your subjects? Look on the bright side, the experience might assist in your profession.

And for your sake, I’d again advise against confessing our communications to Tom as, after what I witnessed tonight, I’d be a touch concerned for your health if the man were to become truly enraged.

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Lila got up to open another bottle of wine, just needing to drink until she no longer felt the stain of her husband’s violation on her skin. She heard the buzz of her cell phone then. The sound froze her in place, as she knew it wasn’t Tom. It was that bastard, the one who threatened to do this to her. The one who kept naked pictures of her hostage, to get her to comply with his wishes. She wasn’t sure she had a stomach to read whatever it was he would write. She wasn’t sure she had a stomach for any more pain or humiliation this night. So she ignored him, not caring in the moment what it meant for her.

She didn’t find another bottle of wine, but there was some whisky. She didn’t drink hard alcohol much, never really developing a taste for it. The bottle must have been Tom’s, who had a drink on occasion. Despite her distaste for the spirit, Lila poured herself a glass, downing it before the flavor could touch her tongue. She poured herself another shot, when her cell phone went off again. Fuck, she was going to have to turn the damn thing off, just to get away from the sicko would took great pleasure in her pain.

Stumbling towards her phone, Lila was surprised her eyes could focus long enough to make sense of the message. Shaky fingers replied, her drunken rage overcoming any sense Lila could claim to have. She meant to type “FUCK YOU!!!” but whatever she actually got out, she couldn’t say, for a moment after sending the text, she threw her phone against the wall. She watched with triumph as it smashed into a million tiny pieces, and downed the shot of whisky she poured. It was hardly an hour since Tom had finished and late, and already she had drank more than she would normally all week.

Alcohol and anguish combined in her gut, roiling against everything she felt and was trying not to feel, and combined with having missed out of dinner, she felt her body fight against her. Everything she had done and went through tonight, her body rejected it, as she bent over the toilet to let it out. She heaved for several moments, leaving the fine wine in the toilet, before stumbling back towards her bed to pass out, and hopefully forget that tonight had even happened.

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Unfortunately for Lila, forgetting wasn’t an option, not matter how much she drank each night. She relived it, each time she looked at Tom. The slaps, the whips, the cruel words and forced penetration. Even as he tried to look upon her with love and affection in his eyes, all she could see in her mind was the twisted smile on his lips as she cried.

Over the next month, Lila was not intimate with Tom again. She could hardly stand to be touched by him, turning hugs and kisses in cold, brief affairs. Tom wasn’t a terribly affectionate man to begin with, but even he noticed the change in his wife as the days went on. Lila put on a fake smile when he asked if everything was alright, a tepid “I’m fine” being her only response. They never talked about what had happened between them, or even talked about anything more significant that plans for the day and the weather. One night had turned the couple into strangers who happened to occupy the same house.

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It was a fucking wild goose-chase. The stalker had planted the email address, and buried it deep in his communications with his last victim, and whilst the Detective spent the entire night interrogating a wheelchair-bound retired schoolteacher, the incident with Lila was filed away at the back of his mind.

Eventually, not long before the break of dawn, they'd departed Harold Greer's apartment complex, and he and Jarrod parted company. Only when Tom was alone again did the evening's events come back to prey in his thoughts, causing that queasy, sick sensation to return to his stomach, and for his throat to tighten in fear. The nerves only worsened when he entered their residence, and noted the shattered phone and empty wine bottle, and he stood motionless to appraise the scene. What the Hell had he done?

Tom breathed deeply, and glanced towards their bedroom, where Lila must be, and contemplated waking her up to talk. However, he swiftly decided that would not be a good idea; not with how tired and frustrated he was. It would only take one word, or the apportionment of blame, for the stranger to come back to haunt him. Best to leave any discussion until later. So Tom Ross again slept in the spare bedroom, not awakening until after she had left for work, and later never came.

For the next few weeks, they were but strangers; meeting each other in the kitchen, exchanging perfunctory kisses on the cheek, and sleeping back-to-back in the marital bed; and their conversations consisted only of a brief exchange of words, about nothing. Tom wanted to broach the subject of that night, but the fear that he'd say the wrong thing, or react with cruelty if the discussion became heated, stopped him, and he instead waited for Lila to do so, forever living in hope that the coldness between them would thaw.

On many an occasion, he had to resist the images that consumed him when she turned her back in the kitchen, or responded with an emotionless, "I'm fine," of grabbing by the throat and striking her as he screamed in her face not to be such a bitch, that it was she who asked for it, and this was her fucking fault. A volatile mixture of love, lust and anger continually roiled inside Tom, threatening to ignite, so, to maintain his sanity, the Detective immersed himself in his work, but came no closer to identifying the serial-killer, who seemed to have disappeared like a phantom in the night.

Not quite a phantom, but Mark Dubois had been virtually invisible since the events in the Ross's residence. However, that did not mean he was done with Tom and Lila Ross. Quite the contrary. The man was patient, and the wait was part his game. He'd poisoned their relationship, and allow that poison to further fester whilst he bided his time. Nor did it mean he'd been inactive, for in the meantime he'd bypassed the Ross' security system in order to bug their residence, and installed key-loggers on their home and office computers. The stalker had full access to all of the Ross' communications, and awaited the opportunity to make his next move. After almost a month, it presented itself.

He could discern the nerves and restrained frustration in Tom's voice, even through the static of the microphone, as the man hesitatingly spoke to his wife in their kitchen. The Detective had decided that things could no longer continue as they were, and that he'd make a last-ditch attempt to demonstrate his passion for Lila. Or discover, from her reaction, whether their marriage was truly over. He needed closure. "Hey baby, I was thinking, with our anniversary coming up, I'd book a table at Zefferelli's" - the five-star restaurant and bar, where Tom Ross had, on bended knee, proposed. "What do you say, we'll make an evening of it. Be just like old times."

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Lila hadn’t even thought about their upcoming anniversary until Tom said something. She certainly hadn’t bothered planning anything, not after he ruined the lingerie she had hoped to surprise him with, already. She hardly registered the days anymore, as nearly each night ended with her getting drunk enough to pass out without dreams. Drunk enough to stand him sharing a bed with her.
Her eyes met his as he spoke up, hesitant as he offered plans. Zefferelli’s. She remembered the night, over six years ago, when he proposed. She remembered the night, when they made love for hours, riding the high of her enthusiastic yes. It was certainly the most romantic date he had ever planned, one of only a handful.

Damn, reminiscing about happier times seemed to make her more despondent. How she wished they could go back to that, wished she could go back to the man who hadn’t assaulted her under the guise of roleplaying. Maybe they could. Maybe they could move past this terrible night. He made a terrible mistake. A mistake he would not make again. A month of cold shoulders from his wife and the pain in her eyes when they did meet were enough to ensure that, surely? More than that thought, she needed that Tom back. To be held in his arms, tenderly embraced by his love. She needed the comfort of Tom’s love, as hard as it was to see past what he had done to her.

“I would like that,” She admitted, sincerely, wanting to believe that their relationship could be salvaged. Her hand reached for his, and she suppressed the urge to flinch as he took her hand. She pushed down the memory of him gripping her wrist like a vice as he threaten to hurt her. “Just like old times,” She repeated, forcing herself to remember why she had married Tom, and all the things she loved about him. For the first time in over a month, Lila had hope for their relationship.

So plans were made and finally the day of arrived. Tom Left early for work, so there would no reason to stay late. He knew that if tonight wasn’t perfect, it might as well spell the end of their marriage. He was already gone when Lila awoke, finding it was much more pleasant to wake without a hangover for once. On her bedside table sat a beautifully wrapped box. Small enough to hold a necklace, or perhaps a bracelet. Lila smiled as she picked it up, unwrapping it eagerly, loving the thought of a romantic surprise form Tom. What she found was unexpected, a slim metallic object, too short to be a pen. It was about the size of her pinky and perfectly smooth. Lila frowned as she tried to figure out what it was, looking for a note form Tom for further explanation.

Lila
You are my world, and I want to give you a world of pleasure, in return. I plan on pleasing you, all night long, until you are completely satisfied. Wear this to dinner tonight, so I can get started on your gratification early. Tonight is all about you.
Love Tom

It was a little more sentimental than Tom had ever been in the past, but she wanted to believe he deeply regretted what had happened between them, and this was the only way his pride would let him apologize to her. It was an unconventional gift, to be sure, but just the first of many, right? Besides, it had been a long month without lovemaking, and the thought that her bliss would be at the forefront of the evening was enough to make Lila smile. This was what they needed, a lovely, passionate evening filled with Tom worshipping her.

It was shaping up to be a good day.

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In the preceding month, whilst Tom had come home each night to an empty wine bottle, or a half-filled glass of Whiskey, and looked in on his wife, every time asleep in their bed, the man had also drunk. Not to excess, but just enough to dull the pain of the frozen relationship with Lila, and their failing marriage.

He'd have beer and scotch on his breath, and often scratches on his arms, scrapes on his face, or bruises on his knuckles, from where'd he'd taken exception to a comment made by a fellow officer in the Bar all frequented, or gotten himself into a fight because a member of the public had looked at him the wrong way when he'd stumbled to his car. Better them than Lila.

The latest altercation had been with a Sergeant in his division the previous week, and, although it hadn't become physical, it had been the last straw. Detective Ross had been hauled over the coals, and asked, none too subtly, if the stress of the job was getting to him, and would he'd rather return to being a foot-patrolman. Because, if he didn't pull his head in, that's where he'd soon be. Not only was his marriage crumbling, but so was his career, and to top it all off, he was getting fucking nowhere on the one case that make could him a hero in the eyes of his colleagues.

The booking of the table at Zefferelli's to celebrate their anniversary - a date he usually forgot - was a move of pure desperation, and he was certain that was evident on his features as he awaited her response. As was, most likely, the deep breath he released when she said yes, and he closed his eyes in relief. "That's great, baby."

Although the ice somewhat melted from that moment on, it didn't fully thaw, and Tom remained immersed in his work, and didn't attempt to initiate intimacy with his wife. He couldn't, as each time it crossed his mind, it started as it used to, with soft kisses, and loving words, but then swiftly morphed to images of her on her knees choking on his cock, and tears streaming from her eyes.

That's when he became aroused, and he lived in hope that the celebration of the recreation of that romantic dinner when he'd proposed, would help bring the gentler feelings and emotions he'd held toward her at the time, and enable them to make love again. Love which didn't include his desire to place his hands around her neck, and watch her eyes pop out of her head as he squeezed, and for the woman to squeal in pain.

There were whores for that purpose, whom he'd begun to frequent, but it shouldn't be done to the woman you loved. Or the woman who loved you. If truth be told, it wasn't for her sake that Tom demonstrated restraint, but his own. He needed Lila's hugs, kisses, smiles and warm embraces because, to lose them, would be akin to deeming him not worthy, and, to Tom Ross, that was not acceptable. Lila was his.

The night couldn't come quickly enough.

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Mark Dubious laughed as he heard the acceptance, and went about formulating his plan; his excitement growing ever stronger as the night of the anniversary approached. He'd hoped that his silence would have, if not caused Lila Ross to forget him, to at least, recede in her mind, and make the woman more likely to accept the gift he'd left on Tom's behalf, after slipping cat-like into their residence once the Detective had departed for work.

An erotic thrill passed through the killer's entire being when he entered the bedroom to gaze upon the sleeping woman, and Dubious stood by her beside in silence for a few moments, in the knowledge that what he witnessed could possibly be the last peaceful sleep of Lila Ross' existence, before he placed the gift on the bedside table, and exited as he'd entered. Quiet as a ghost.

He'd only discover if she wore the gift, that evening, and to that effect, Mark Dubois, dressed to the nine's in an expensive three-piece black-woolen suit, white silk-shirt, and bow-tie, sat on a stool in the cocktail bar of Zefferrelli's, speaking to a colleague he'd offered to buy a drink. One hand rested on a small battery-operated remote control in his pocket, and he maintained an eye on the entrance, waiting for the happy couple to arrive.

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It felt nice to get out of the house this evening. Ever since the incident, Lila had spent every evening alone in her home, while Tom found excuses to be away until she was in bed. Dressing up for the evening, in a sizzling red number, off the shoulders and tight against her figure, Lila could admit she looked good. Tom had agreed, with a wolf whistle as he entered their bedroom after work.

Zipping her up before he jumped in the shower himself, the couple shared their first real kiss in a month. It was tentative and uncertain, as their lips brushed one another’s. It didn’t go much further than that, but it sparked hope in Lila’s mind. He was still the man she loved. One mistake wasn’t worth throwing away their marriage.

Once Tom was securely in the shower, Lila pulled out the present she had received form him that morning. She hadn’t decided for sure to wear it until that kiss. Damn, she had missed Tom, missed his embraces and his affection. Even more than ever she wanted to come back home tonight, and let him make up to her, all night long. So she slid the slim toy into herself, breathing deeply as it penetrated her core. It wasn’t large at all, nor uncomfortable, but certainly noticeable inside her.

She finished applying her makeup as Tom dressed for the evening. Dark red lips that matched her dress, thick black winged eyeliner and a couple coats of mascara. It was an elegant look, the epitome of class. She slipped into her black pumps as Tom pulled on her suit jacket, and they left the house, arm in arm.

All throughout the car ride, they made small talk. She spoke about her last assignment, a teenage boy who had been caught making plans to go on a rampage at his school. She was supposed to determine if he were capable of being tried as an adult, or if he were even lucid enough to stand trial at all. From the outside, it might have looked like she was just making polite conversation, but Lila knew Tom liked hearing about her work in these cases. It was what brought them together in the first place.

During the ride she wondered when he might activate the toy he had given her. The anticipation had her on edge, in a good way. Surely he wanted to know that she wore it, wanted to see the look in her eyes when he turned it on. Perhaps he was waiting until they arrived at the restaurant, so he could focus on her, instead of the road. As it so happened, they were passing through the doors to Zefferellis when he used it the first time. She clung tightly to Tom’s arm as the first vibrations activated, the slightest flutter passing through her. A soft giggle followed in its wake, as scarlet crawled along her cheeks. Tom didn’t take note of her reaction, just kissed her gently on the forehead as he spoke to the maître d’ about their reservation. Another, stronger sensation as she sat down to their table, eliciting a silent gasp form her lips.

There wasn’t much conversation as their looked over their menus and decided on dinner. Tom had agreed to drive there and back, so Lila was free to drink this evening. Perhaps they both knew it would be better for her to drink, pliable after a few glasses, and ready to lie with her husband once more.

“Are you ready to order?”

Lila opened her mouth to speak, a power vibration shot through her, cause only a shuddering gasp to fall form her lips. She shot Tom a look, slightly embarrassed by her display, but Tom betrayed nothing. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Yes, I think I’ll have the Eggplant Parmigiana and salad. And a glass of Primivito.” Then Tom put in his order and their eyes met again.

“This is just lovely. I am glad you remembered, for once,” she teased, reaching or his hand across the table. She felt it again, stronger this time, and she gripped his fingers as it passed through her. She could feel herself grow warm, once more the thought that Tom was enjoying taunting making her arousal even stronger. Another spike in the vibrations, as the waiter brought the drinks. Lila’s soft cry was erotic, and audible to the young man, who glanced at her display. She was red with embarrassed and desire, and she took a long drink form her wine to quench both.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t intend to make it through dinner?” Lila purred, biting her lip as she met Toms eyes once more.

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Tom had been on edge all day, more nervous than when he'd realised that he'd fallen truly in love with a woman, and plucked up the courage to ask Lila to wed him. Now, they were to return to the venue of his proposal, in an effort to keep that marriage alive. He hoped that the taste of mint overpowered that of alcohol; just a couple of beers for Dutch Courage; as they shared a lingering kiss, and when she exited the bathroom a deep breath escaped his lips, elicited by the visage before him. This was the woman he loved and, as he'd done for the past month, he told himself that the fire she'd ignited could be remain quenched in their relationship by his continued visits to prostitutes. Lila need not be aware, and in the end, it was for her benefit. A man could justify any act if he desired to commit it enough.

With his wife in a great mood, and eagerly anticipating a romantic dinner, the ride to Zefferelli's proceeded smoothly, and they exchanged conversation with ease. When they entered, Tom held the door open, then placed his arm around Lila's waist, and his heart swelled with pride at the admiring glances she attracted. His wife. Tom, whose dark gray suit had crumpled a little, and lilac tie come un-knotted, didn't receive the same appreciative reception, however, he'd caught a glance in the window and considered his appearance more than presentable. At least he'd made an effort.

"Yep, I'm ready, baby." Tom placed down the menu, having already decided on what to order before he'd picked it up. Shrimp for appetizer, and a rib-eye, rare, for main, accompanied by a beer, as he did on each occasion they dined out where it was available. When his mind then turned to contemplating the appropriate moment to present the solid-gold pendant in his pocket, to Lila, he completely missed any reaction when Mark Dubois fingered the remote for the toy buried in her pussy. The item buzzed for a few seconds, then Mark flicked it off when he pulled his attention away from the Detective and Lila, to respond to a question asked by his companion.

As the two men spoke at the bar, Dubois kept Lila in his peripheral vision, and hid the broad grin that attempted to break out when he toyed with the control a couple of times to tease the woman, and leave her in no doubt that someone else controlled the pleasurable sensations. It just wasn't who she imagined.

Tom's eyes rested on Lila's face when she laughed, and his hand squeezed hers "Least I could do, to celebrate the best memory of my life," he replied with a smile, as the mantra he'd composed repeated in his head. Make it an evening to remember, a night to forgive.You love Lila, you don't want to hurt her, you don't want her to leave. However, those intentions weren't assisted by her next remark, and as good a Detective as he was, Tom Ross could also sometimes be totally clueless, particularly when a casual comment could reinterpreted to match what he craved. What was she hinting at? Maybe she'd really enjoyed the last time he'd fucked her, and desired it again, despite the cold freeze? Was that caused simply by the fact he'd left straight after, and not apologised?"

"Possibly you're correct," Tom replied offhandedly as his hopes were dashed by the recollection of the empty wine bottles that greeted his return home each night, and swiftly averted his gaze. "If it wasn't for the audience, I'd bend you over the table, hike up that dress, and ravish you right here." As light-hearted as he attempted to turn the tone of his reply, the images his words brought to mind caused flatness to creep into his voice, and the man's pupils had slightly narrowed when his focus returned to his wife. "I still may." He stared at Lila for a long second, then his countenance softened when he emitted a forced laugh and relaxed in his seat. "Tell me more about the case today." Safe territory.

It was as Tom's grip released Lila's hand, so only their fingers remained touching, and the waiter arrived at the table with their drinks that Mark Dubious, with his eyes locked on Lila over the rim of his glass, flicked back on the toy, and gradually increased the speed, once more sending what he presumed were waves of pleasure through the woman's body. On this occasion, he possessed absolutely no intent of allowing them to cease, however, neither would he let the vibrations grant her relief. Delicious torture for Mrs Lila Ross.

RE: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana)

Tom’s comment about hiking up her dress and bending her over the table caused her to seize up, the horrific memory of being forced over the arm of the couch and violated by her husband replaying in her mind. It felt more like a threat than a flirtation, and the look in his eyes made the remark seem sinister. That…that wasn’t what he promised earlier. In his note. That wasn’t the hours of devotion and worship he swore to lavish her with. This was a mistake. They could never go back to the way things were. Not after what he did to her.

She swallowed down the tension with a long drink of water, trying to relax as Tom chuckled. Then he changed the subject and she felt relieved. She was just nervous. Tom loved her. He would never hurt her again. They would make love tonight, slow and gentle, and it would be just like old times.

Almost as if summoned by her thoughts, she felt the toy inside her come on once more, even stronger this time. How Tom got the idea to get this, Lila would never know, but it was having the intended effect, as her stomach fluttered from the increased pressure. So she spoke about the case, noticeably breathy all the while, obviously distracted, and even dreamy at times. Damn, he hadn’t turned off the toy the whole time she spoke, the constant speed of the vibrator had her heat rising, drawing a pinkish complexion over her skin as pleasure built. As it was right now, she could almost melt in his arms. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. Hell, a passionate kiss might do it.

She moaned into her closed mouth as the food came out. She was able to disguise the display as an act of approval over the food, and how good it smelled. And it did smell divine. And so, while it was appropriate to do so, Lila moaned and sighed over her meal, gushing about how good it all was. How so very good it was. Tom would know what she really meant, as she gave him coy glances.

“Dessert?” The waiter asked as empty plates were pushed aside and Tom joked and Lila laughed fondly. A little louder than appropriate, possibly.

Lila shook her head, a wordless sound of rejection form her closed mouth. “No, no, no. I think…I think we ready for the…check. Isn’t…isn’t that right…hmmmm… hun?” Words were difficult now. Quiet was difficult now, as her body burned from the inside out. She needed Tom, now, kissing and holding her close, wrapping strong arms around her, to make her feel safe and loved.

Still, Tom looked…disappointed. Wasn’t this what he wanted? What any man would want? A woman so aroused by the thought of her man that thinking was impossible? She scooted her chair closer to him, running her foot up and down his leg, caressing his arm as lips grazed his ear.

“I have to admit, I was skeptical about your present at first, but it really is working for me. I want you so badly.” She whispered, punctuating the statement with a moan, for his ears alone. Tom looked confused, and patted his pocket, reassuring himself of something. He then questioned her meaning.

“The one you left on the nightstand, this morning. The one you wanted me to wear to dinner. You have me in the palm of your hand. I’m ready, for you.”

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The change of conversation settled down Tom's thoughts as well, and it also helped that, with Lila speaking, he could sit, with beer glass at his lips and eyes barely visible over the rim, and listen, without having to utter a word. Which is exactly what he did for the few minutes until their meals arrived; his silence only broken by the occasional grunt of encouragement for her to continue, and forced laughs. Whether his wife had noted the tone that had accompanied his comment about hiking up her dress and fucking her on the table, the Detective wasn't certain, but he couldn't forget the images it had brought to mind. Simultaneously, he attempted to fight them, and keep the date as he'd intended it to be. A romantic dinner between a loving husband and wife.

"You like that, baby?" Tom placed his beer on the table, and finally spoke when the meals arrived at the table, and he gazed at Lila when she moaned at the taste. Completely unaware of the stalker, standing at the bar, and of the toy buried in Lila's pussy, being used by another man to give her pleasure. He raised an eyebrow, and stared for longer than necessary, something about sound having given him pause, then shrugged it off as the smell of his steak wafted up into his nostrils, and he collected his knife and fork. Rare, just as he'd ordered.

As opposed to their easy conversation in the car, and although Lila attempted to keep the mood going whilst they ate, Tom sensed the atmosphere had changed between them, and subsequently paid more attention to the careful cutting and chewing of his food than was required, only once or twice shooting Lila a smile at her coy glances, and commenting on the quality of the meal. Mostly, he contemplated what the remainder of the evening would bring, and if he could conveniently arranged a phone call from the station, requesting his immediate presence. Making love to Lila was the last thing on his mind, although fucking her wasn't, and before he knew it, she'd mentioned the check.

That's when he really looked at her, and what he noticed caused his eyes to spring wide open. Along with the moans, which he'd put down to her enjoyment of the salad, the woman's face was flush and her skin possessed a glow that the Detective had witnessed many times before, usually in the throes of passion, and a cold shiver of premonition crawled it's way down his spine. Something wasn't right. That concern was only exacerbated when she scooted over, and he glanced at the hand she'd placed on his leg; such a show of affection in such a public place not usually expected from Lila. "What present?," he asked as he placed his hand on top of hers, and his brows furrowed in confusion. "On the bed-stand?

"Lila, have you been drinking again?" That final question probably wasn't the best one to ask in the circumstances, not with a woman almost seated on his lap, her touch approaching his crotch, and breathy promises of pleasure being whispered in his ear, however Tom was bewildered by her comments. Why the fuck was his wife acting like this, and what did she want? Him to fuck her as he'd promised, or was she only teasing."

As the words dissipated, and Tom continued to stare at her in puzzlement, Mark Dubois, elbow resting on the bar, and staring at the couple, slid the switch of the toy up to it's highest setting, causing the vibrations to pleasure Lila's cunt with increasing and unavoidable frequency, and for a low humming noise to become audible to her husband.

When it did, Tom Ross glanced around, and the creases lining his forehead grew deeper before the expression on his face changed, and he cast his down to the place from where the noise emanated. Between his wife's legs. The Detective might not have been the type of romantic to have purchased the gift himself, however, he was aware such toys existed, and with his ears attuned to the sound, and the knowledge of where it came from, the reasons for Lila's unusual behaviour swiftly catalyzed in his mind, and he jumped to his feet with enough impetus to send the table crashing over.

"Is this some sort of fucking joke?" The man hissed in a voice reminiscent of the Tom that had raped her, as, having brought her to her feet with him, he gripped her by one arm, and shoved his free hand between Lila's legs. Moments later, he'd twisted her panties aside, and forced his digits into her pussy to grasp the small cylindrical metallic object, which still buzzed when he ripped it free and held it up to her face. "What's this, baby? Trying to get back at me for that night, or you just need to get yourself all worked up, before you'll sleep with me again? Do I sicken you that much?"

All the anger, and fears about her leaving him, had returned, and Tom didn't notice the silence that enveloped the restaurant, or that every customer's eye were upon them, when his scream pierced the air, and he backhanded Lila harshly across the face. "Weak bitch, you created the monster, don't fucking blame me. It was your fault." The veins in his neck pulsed, and his face grew redder and redder as he continued to yell, and he slapped her again before his arms were suddenly gripped from behind by two men, and the toy fell from his grasp.

The actions caused him to release Lila, however, the man wasn't finished, and his blood-shot, murderous eyes remained fixated on his wife, "It was nothing less than you deserved, whore," as he jerked, fought and flailed his fists against the combined strength of the strangers who attempted to subdue him. The irony of the situation was that, for the time that night, as Tom smirked at her reaction and the swelling his slaps had begun to raise on her cheek before he was finally wrestled to the floor, he'd gained an erection.

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Tom’s reaction to the toy was not what Lila expected. It wasn’t what she would have expected in a hundred years. The look of anger and humiliation in his eyes as he put two and two together was so completely unexpected, Lila didn’t fight as Tom yanked her to her feet. She didn’t even fight or struggle as he reached between her legs in full view of the entire restaurant. That her husband was capable of such cruelty, was not something Lila wanted to believe. It shouldn’t be surprising, after he raped her a month ago, but some part of her clung to the belief that Tom had merely gone overboard with the scene.

Now, there was no clinging to any such beliefs. No hoping that things could ever be okay between them again. As Tom reached between her thighs, slipping his thick fingers into her sopping slit, to pull out some proof that she…what? Had done this to herself to humiliate him? The logic behind his position was so alien, Lila was still convinced that it wasn’t really happening as she lived through it. She just stood dumbfounded for a moment, as all eyes watched her husband molest her, listened to him berate her.

“Tom?” She managed feebly before he hit her. She would have went down, honestly tried to go down, were it not for the vice grip of his fingers on her arm. Now she was dizzy and confused, eyes watering from the attack wondering if she would wake up from the nightmare. She hardly heard his words, accusing her of having made him like this, as the blood throbbed in her head and rang in her ears.

Then she was on the floor, sprawled before him as two men held him back, and another man and woman came to her side, and asked her if she was okay. “Tom?” She asked again, still in shock, still unable to accept that this had happened in reality. But Tom was dragged away, and the manager was asking if she wanted to call the cops.

“Tom’s a cop…” she murmured, as if that had anything to do with what just happened to her. After a moment she just shook her head, and rational thought began to return to her head. “No, no cops. I just want to forget this happened. Just…call me a cab, please.” She was ushered out of the restaurant shortly thereafter, as surely no one wanted to continue looking upon the women who was sexually assaulted before all of them, who ruined their perfectly lovely evening with her brute of a husband and his ridiculous display. Just like her they all wanted to move past what they had seen.

“Where do you want to go?” The cab driver asked, for the third time, finally getting through the thick fog of disbelief that clouded her mind.

“A nice hotel. I don’t care which.” She finally answered, as she realized going home was never going to be an option. Mostly because that’s Where Tom was, though, truly she could raise a big enough fit if she so desired and have him removed from their home. There was a couple dozen witnesses to her assault, after all. But truthfully, even if it were just tom, she would never feel secure in their home.

And there was more than that. If Tom didn’t leave the present, then someone else did. That someone else was in their home, watching her while she slept. She hadn’t heard from the unsub since he mocked her for the rape he engineered, but clearly he had done this. Moreso, he must have been there, at the restaurant, watching her reactions tonight. He had been in her home. There was no safety there for her.

So numbly, she checked herself into the Radisson, and went straight to her room to drink herself into being able to sleep. The next day was busy buying herself some clothes to get her by for a few days, and a laptop. She didn’t know if she would ever want to see Tom face to face again, and luckily she had enough money saved up that she could get by on her own for a while. Maybe she would get out of town, actually take that job she had been offered at Quantico. The one she had rejected out of respect for tom’s career. Heh, Tom’s career. What a fucking joke.

Lila didn’t consider herself a vindictive woman. She valued her logical mind far too much to give into such pettiness. But after the way tom had humiliated her at dinner, Lila could imagine no better revenge than ruining his career. So while she called up her contact in the FBI, to see if a position were still available for her, she mentioned the killer. The three victims who fit a pattern, the method of stalking and killing them, the time frame for each. She was pleased to hear that they would send a few agents out right away, to take over the investigation. She even offered to write up a profile, if they were interested.

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Face-down with his cheek on the restaurant's carpet, one man's knee in the small of his back, shoulders wrenched behind him, and the vibrating egg continuing to mockingly buzz and rock on the floor a foot in front of him, the Detective kicked, struggled and let fly a string of obscenities as he was dragged away. So focused did he become on attempting to free himself that his gaze left Lila, and when the men eventually loosened their grips after the fight departed Tom, his intense anger had been replaced by pure humiliation.

"You're lucky she doesn't want to press charges. Now get the fuck out of here, asshole."

"Where is she?" The Detective muttered as he was tumbled out the rear entrance into the cool night air, expecting the response he received, which was none, and the door shut behind him.

"FUCK" The screamed words came out as he slammed his fist into a lamp-post, pulled his cell-phone from his pocket, and scrolled through for her number. "Fucking bitch." Seconds later, the phone shattered into a million pieces when he hurled it at the pavement. Those actions at least helped him gain some clarity, and when he did, Tom shivered, as if a spider crawled all over his skin. "Bitch," he said again, but this time softly. The reality of what he'd done; of what Lila had made him do; had just hit, and he needed a drink.

Tom couldn't recall how he'd gotten home. All he knew was that he woke up on the sofa of his family residence late the next morning, still fully dressed, with a parched throat, throbbing headache, and broken and shattered lamps and photographs strewn around the house, and a large hole in the Master bedroom door. He'd broken the lock without first checking to see if it was engaged, and how could it be, if Lila wasn't inside? She was nowhere to be found, and Tom used the landline to call in sick not long after awakening, hoping beyond hope that she'd come home.

For two days, he hardly moved from the sofa, contemplating ways to apologise and make it up to her, alternatively crying into a bottle of bourbon, and then smashing the empty bottles against the wall, whispering of how much he loved her, and then of how much he hated her. That was until the phone call came from his superiors, where they spoke of taking his badge and gun, and every confused emotion for Lila coalesced into one.

That lying, deceitful, betraying, cunt of a woman. He'd fucking kill her.

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Mark struggled to contain his laughter as the scene unfolded in front of his eyes. Their performance, scripted by him, was beyond the rapist's wildest imaginings, and the man reveled in the humiliated expression on Lila Ross's face as her husband verbally abused and physically struck her in full view of the customers. Happy Anniversary. His companion raised an eyebrow at the chuckle that thought elicited from Dubious, however, the man just waved away his query, finished his beverage, and departed the restaurant once there was nothing more left to see.

Three nights later, with the Detective's home phone bugged, and news of the upcoming disciplinary hearing having Mark in an even more buoyant mood than he had been after the incident Zefferilli's, he sat on a stool in the cocktail bar at the Radisson Hotel, resplendent in a gray Armani suit, with dark brown hair neatly combed, sparkling green eyes wandering the room, and twisting the fake wedding ring on his finger. Mark Dubious was just another married businessman in town, possibly searching for a little commitment-free action, and Lila Ross might appreciate some ego-boosting male attention after what she'd endured with Tom. A reminder of her attractiveness, and that not all men were the same as her husband.

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Lila had spent most of the day making arrangements. Getting in touch with a divorce lawyer, setting up a settlement that should get Tom out of her life forever. Signing over the house to him, and taking the shared savings in return. Tom was getting the better part of the deal for sure, but Lila didn’t care. She just wanted him out of her life now, and not spending the next few months in divorce court squabbling over the little things. It would never feel like home again in any case. Not after Tom raped her there.

She also had to close out her current caseload, and find colleagues who could take over. This was the most challenging part of her day, but she had managed to clear her current obligations so she could leave town and take on a new job with nothing to hold her back. Lastly, she called up her old college roommate Jess to see if she could stay with her in Virginia for a little while. Letting her know she was divorcing Tom, if not quite filling in all the details. Jess was completely supportive, telling her to stay as long as she needed. Lila appreciated it, but she still intended to move out as soon as possible. Even now, sipping a glass of wine in the hotel bar, she was browsing listing for apartments near Quantico.

She could have done this in her room, but drinking alone made her feel like an alcoholic. It made her remember the month she spent isolated, drinking away the pain Tom had left in her. So drinking alone, albeit in public, made her feel a bit more like a human being. And if a few men paid for her drinks, well, she didn’t mind all that much.

“Is this seat taken?” A man asked. Lila half turned to see him, a handsome man in a nice suit, with the same vibrant green eyes as her. For a moment she considered telling him to get lost, politely of course. But he was rather handsome, and she was lonely. Perhaps some male company would do her well for an hour or so. It didn’t have to go anywhere.

“All yours,” Lila invited, waving a hand to offer it to him, closing her laptop. She finished off her wine, and he ordered her another glass, as well as a beer for himself.

“Mark,” He introduced him, flashing a charming smile her way.

“Lila,” she responded, managing a weak smile of her own. She took a drink of her new glass of wine before continuing, “Here on business?”

“Is it that obvious?” he joked, raising eyebrows as their eyes met. Lila chortled and nodded, holding her drink with one hand. “Yeah, I’ll be in town for a couple days before I head back home. Are you in town on business as well?”

“Mini vacation before I start my new job, and new life,” Lila explained, glossing over the unpleasant details that necessitated a new start far away.

“And your husband?” he asked. Lila raised a curious eyebrow, and he elaborated, “You have a rather fresh tan line on your ring finger.”

Lila laughed lightly, “We’re getting divorced.” She said, slightly amused this stranger was finding out before Tom did.

“I’m so sorry,” Mark sympathized, caressing her hand.

“No you’re not,” Lila accused playfully, meeting his gaze with a pointed look. Both people laughed for a moment.

“Perhaps not, but I can help you get over it,” he offered, fingertips tracing lightly over her skin.

“Well, you can keep buying me drinks, and we can see where the evening takes us,” Lila countered offered, drinking deeply from her wine glass.

“Works for me.”

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Dubois stiffened when, over the rim of his glass, he noted Lila Ross enter the bar and walk in his direction, however, it wasn't from nerves, but excitement. Apart from the morning he'd snuck into their residence, this would be the first time he'd speak to the woman, Mark could already feel an erection burgeoning as he subtly slipped from his seat, and addressed Lila Ross, elicited by the fact Lila had no concept that behind his identically coloured green orbs lay the mind of the rapist and killer who'd transformed her once beloved husband into a monster, and destroyed her marriage. "Is this seat taken?"

He took care not stare too intently when he dropped into the stool, ordered a fresh drink, and then turned back to face Lila, casually pressing his knee to hers, and grazing her arm with his fingertips as he listened. "Truth be told, I'm not sorry as I know nothing about your situation", Mark issued a grin and self-deprecating shrug to acknowledge she'd caught him out, "although I do know what it's like to live an unhappy marriage."

Two lies, and if he was to hear about her divorce before Tom, then they were even, because Lila Ross wouldn't yet be aware that the Detective's superiors had already decided to remove his badge and gun, and kick him out of the force. The ex-policeman would struggle to obtain employment working mall security, and, after the divorce from Lila was finalised, unable to continue the comfortable middle-class existence he'd become accustomed to. And who would he blame for that? No-one else than the bitch now sitting across from him, flirting with a stranger. Tom was fortunate that Mark intended there'd be no requirement for the couple's assets to ever be split.

However, none of those inner musings were evident in his expression or demeanour as Mark maintained eye contact, laughed at the appropriate moments, and remained attentive, but not aggressive in his intentions. "Hopefully, the evening will lead to a memorable experience for us both," he replied, and waited for Lila to finish her drink before he did the same, and motioned to the bar-tender.

"A bottle, please."

Dubious indicated that he meant of whatever Lila was drinking, then dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the counter and shot her a cheeky grin. The man could flirt when necessary, and that's what he did, keeping the banter light and teasing, even as he pirouetted to collect the bottle and clean glasses, and inconspicuously poured a tasteless white powder, concealed in a thumb size vile, into Lila's wine.

If alcohol wasn't enough to lower her inhibitions, hopefully the drug would assist, and also enhance her senses, for this evening, Mark wanted nothing more than for Lila Ross to spread her legs willingly, and experience a night of sexual gratification. All the more enjoyable for him, when, on the next occasion they met, he could witness the shock and hatred in those luminous green eyes when she realised her stalker was the very same man she'd allowed into her bed, and whose name she'd cried out in ecstasy, only days before.

"To us, and to those who say that the best way to free yourself totally from the binds of one man, is to abandon yourself with another." Dubouis smiled when he clinked his beverage against hers, and dropped his free hand to Lila's knee; letting it roam slightly higher to caress her skin as they talked, and chivalrously refilling her glass each time it half emptied.

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“To us,” Lila agreed, clinking her glass with him and taking a long sip of her wine. He was certainly pulling out all the stops, throwing money around to impress her. And perhaps it was even working a little, as his hand caressed her leg. Suddenly she was aware of cold night spent alone in bed. Of fearful nights that Tom might try to touch her again, might try to hurt her again. Of arousal that was never satisfied.

She met Mark’s eyes, and smiled tentatively, internally mad that Tom and the stalker had taken away her sensual side. Left her sense of self shattered, and empty inside. Mark’s intentions might have been mostly sexual, but he was an opportunity to reclaim her sexuality from the men who had stolen it from her. So she returned his touch, running fingers down his arm, leaning her body closer to him. Another deep drink of her wine, which only served to make her body feel even hotter, and crave his touch all the more.

It was hard to count how many glasses of wine she’d drank, since she never seemed to finish one. But somehow the bottle was empty and that warm tingly feeling moved through her entire body, from the flutter in her stomach to the tips of her eager fingers. Even the casual brush of his finger against her felt like fire on her flesh, and she wanted more. She wanted to feel like a woman again, take back what had been taken from her.

She brushed her cheek against Marks, eager to feel his skin on her own, shuddering slightly as the slightest hint of stubble scratched her face. “What to come to my room?” She whispered in his ear, slurring the words just a bit. As if he might actually decline her request. She brushed her body against his as they stood, inviting him to wrap on arm around her. Leading the wait to her room, Lila enjoyed the warmth of Mark’s body against her. So much so that, as the elevator doors closed behind them, Lila pressed her lips to his, tasting the wine they had drunk. The kiss started slowly, but the feel of his chest against her and arms around her waist made her hunger for him. Hunger for more as her tongue slipped into his mouth. Damn, how badly she craved this affection, this tenderness, this passion.

They were still kissing as the elevator opened to her floor, Lila not ready to pull away yet. She pulled him along to her room, excited now; needed this, needing him, needing to feel like a woman again. She knew she was tipsy, or even flat out drunk, but she didn’t care right now. She couldn’t care, couldn’t think straight. It didn’t take long before they were alone in her room.

“Let me take your jacket,” Lila insisted, hands all over Mark’s chest and shoulders as she took it off, hanging it up on a hanger in her closet. Still, she couldn’t get enough of him, loosening his tie, and bringing another kiss to his lips.

“It’s uh…been awhile,” Lila admitted, trying to find an excuse for her forward behavior. Was she really so drunk and lonely? Did it matter? Did she really care what this man might think of her, when he was going to be gone in the morning, never to be seen again?

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As he'd envisaged, the newly separated women appeared ripe for 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 without the alcohol and drugs, and simply the flattery received from a handsome stranger, combined with the manner in which he remained attentive, stroked her skin, and leaned over to tickle his lips against her earlobe, would have been enough to have her spread her legs, but he hadn't wanted to chance it.

The man preferred the odds in his favour, plus it aroused him to watch the effects of the combined narcotics, and witness 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 to her room. "I'd love to." Mark swallowed down a chuckle as his arm encircled her waist after he'd placed his empty glass on the bar, and accompanied Lila to the elevator.

Inside, she again led, however, Mark also became more insistent, and with her lips and body pressed to his, slid one hand to her butt, and pulled her hips forward so that she'd feel his erection against her stomach. The man was hard as a rock, but little did she know it wasn't because of what was to occur shortly, but for what she was oblivious to. Briefly, as the kiss intensified, and he drew Lila's tongue further into his mouth, Mark contemplated hiking her dress, and screwing Lila against the mirrored glass, but, before he could decide, the thought was interrupted by the ping advising the elevator had reached its destination, and they were in the corridor.

Any bystanders who noticed the couple might have have assumed they were lovers or newly-weds, as it appeared they were unable to keep their hands off each other, even as Lila opened the door. Mark caressed and fondled her, and slid his palms down the backs of her thighs. The only time he released his touch was after the door had been kicked closed, her hands moved to his chest, and he raised his arms to allow the jacket to be removed. However, that was only for a matter of seconds, and as soon as it'd been hung, he kissed Lila again with increased hunger, "Then we need to make up for your lost time."

Mark broke the kiss in order to gauge her reaction as he then firmly, but not roughly enough as to frighten, took hold of the hands that loosened his tie, pulled Lils's arms over her head, and pressed her to the wall with his body. His intense green eyes held hers for a moment, before, with a knee dug in to her thigh, and pinning her wrists to the plaster with a forearm, he dipped his head. The killer's lips and teeth located the skin of her neck, and the hot breath of his pants floated against it as Dubious began to lick, suck, and issue gentle nibbles to the sensitive flesh. "Tonight, I want you to forget about your husband."

The man's actions and words were in stark contrast to the sadistic acts he was truly capable of as he continued his ministrations, and hefted Lila's breasts, one-by one in his free hand. "About everything." Skilled fingers pinched the peaks of her nipples through fabric, then he lightly ran his digits down Lila's abdomen until his palm came to rest between her legs, under the dress. "Except pleasure." Was the bitch wet for him? She wouldn't be next time, when payment for this evening's pleasure would be extracted, ten-fold, in pain.

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Kissing Mark was amazing. Was he just incredible, or was it the loneliness of the past month? Was it just that six years with Tom had left her in a rut, and the sensation of someone new reignited her passion? Was she just wasted out of her mind, to the point everything felt good? She didn’t think she drank so much, but the empty wine bottle had begged to differ.

Still, as much as this night was a chance for her to regain control of her life, she let Mark take charge. It seemed easier, somehow, to just let him direct them, just lose herself in the feel of his hand caressing her body, and slipping between her thighs. They were moving quickly, more quickly than she thought she might have wanted, but it was hard to think straight, while her body radiated with her need.

“Fuck yes, Mark,” She gasped, hissing as his teeth nipped at her skin, the sharp pain tempered by the soothing wet heat of his tongue. For a brief moment she feared he might leave a mark upon her. That fear was pushed aside by the vengeful thoughts in her mind, thoughts that Tom might see the mark left upon her by another man. He would know she had slept with someone else, and know that she would never be his again. Back when she loved the man, she would never dream of hurting him in such a manner, cuckholding him in utter humiliation. Now? She hoped she could inflict a measure of the agony he had inflicted upon her, and get off at the same time. It that weren’t sweet revenge, she didn’t know what was.

Lila’s pleasured cries filled the room as Mark filled her slit with his finger, and then a second. Testing her arousal as it seeped down his hand. It felt divine, his thick digits pushing past her tightness, creating that delightful friction that drove her mad. “Fuck me,” She moaned and begged, her hips bucking against his hand, her legs spreading themselves as far as they could in her tight dress. She offered all of herself to this man, with no shame or reservation. “Fuck me,” she breathed again, desperate lust in her voice, breathy rasps punctuating her request. Her moans and cries were louder now, her panties soaked, her entire body squirming under his influence. “Fuck me, Mark!”

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Each gasp or moan he elicited from Lila Ross as he nipped, bit and sucked the skin of her neck aroused the rapist even more, and Mark Dubious struggled to not allow his hidden desires to take over. Even as he slid his under her dress and deftly tugged her panties aside to slip two digits into her sopping cunt, visions of the woman on her knees with tear-filled eyes and terror pasted across her features flashed through his mind. Realising it'd be dangerous to stay any longer than it took to screw Lila, once he ascertained there was no need to attempt to arouse her further, the man acted swiftly.

Any sexual gratification she was to receive would not be for its own sake, but for what the memory of it would do to her when, later. he revealed his true self, and she comprehended who it was she'd allowed invited into her bed. The bitch almost begged for it before he snaked his tongue back into her mouth, biting her lower lip when he broke the kiss, and the squelching noises of her wet pussy being fucked by his fingers echoed off the walls. Along with her pants and moans. "That's it, let yourself go."

Dubious' voice was husky and his pupils had darkened and narrowed when he slipped his soaked digits from her slit, but even if Lila noted it, that could be put down to his own arousal rather than anything more sinister. Her juices dribbled down his wrist as he freed his throbbing erection from the restraints of his trousers, then hiked Lila's dress up over her waist. With her soaked panties pulled aside and slit exposed, Mark clamped his teeth down on the skin of her throat, thrust his hips, and sank every last inch of his cock inside her.

After her ass hit the wall from the impetus of his penetration, Mark released Lila's arms, gripped the back of her thighs to lift her feet off the floor, and heard the elastic of her panties snap as he wrapped her legs around his waist. "Moan for me." Holding Lila in the air with his hands on her butt, and her back pinned to the plaster, the stalker panted with exertion and groaned in pleasure as he began to slam his meat in and out of the woman's dripping hole with increasing urgency. "Cum for me." His head had raised, and Mark's intense green eyes remained locked on the Lila Ross' face as he fucked her, so that her reactions and expression would be imprinted in his mind. "Tell me how good it feels, and scream my name."

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“Mark!” Lila gasped out, as he buried himself within her. It was a sudden thing, even as wet as she was, as much as she wanted this. They had met not even two hours ago, and now he was balls deeps in her. Despite some quiet voice in the back of her head questioning if this was all happening rather quickly, Lila couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed it. She couldn’t deny the cries and moans escaping her lips, nor the pink heat that crawled along her cheeks.

Fighting against this, against pleasure, against a brief moment of completion and happiness was too hard. She couldn’t fight it, not now while he stroked into her, and she felt her body melt from within. She didn’t have the energy to fight against her own urges, her own lust, her own need to feel in control of her life. There might be regrets in the morning, but in this moment, she needed this. Needed to ride Mark with wanton abandon.

So she hooked her ankles into his thighs as her leg gripped his waist and her slit gripped his cock. Friction building along the carnality with each thrust, almost painful in their intensity. It was easy to get lost, in his arms, in his eyes, in his mouth tasting and savoring and biting into her neck. “Fuck, yes…” she groaned, his momentum making thinking and speaking difficult. Soon the room was filled with the sound of their fucking. Her back slammed into the wall, his manhood filling her cunt with a wet smacking noise, her wordless moans, his grunts and demands.

“Mark…” She cried, dizzy and delirious from the feeling of him inside her, filling her. “Fuck…so close…so good!” Her body tightened around him, legs pulling him in deeper, arms holding him closer, her core contracting against and around him. “Don’t…stop,” she begged, fingernails digging into his skin, marking his neck in return for the way he had marked her. “Mark! Fuck! MARK!” Gasping, screaming, her head thrown back as nirvana gripped her, consumed her, filling in the wounds that had been left in her psyche. She was a panting, trembling mess as her body recovered from ecstasy, whimpering as he continued to fuck her.

“Mark…”

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The last time Mark had consensual sex was over three years ago. Not due to lack of opportunity, but because it no longer excited him. What did, was the power of taking a woman unwittingly, by force, and that was the case with Lila Ross. Even though his nips and bites and breathy gasps were designed the woman, and demonstrate his own urgent need, Mark's ability to maintain an erection wasn't caused by the heat of their kisses, her tight, womanly body, Lila's obvious arousal, or the sensations the velvety warmth of her dripping cunt had to offer.

In fact, Mark barely experienced any pleasure at all as he fucked Lila. It was only the friction of her muscles clamped around his shaft, and the knowledge that eliciting moans and pants of enjoyment rather than screams and howls of terror was a means to a greater end, that allowed him to approach climax. The rest was an act, and the man dug his nails into the flesh or her ass to lift her higher, and witnessed her lips form moans, imagining the sounds she'd make with them unwillingly wrapped around his cock as he raped her mouth with even more force than he now rammed it in and out of her sopping slit.

That thought elicited a groan as his teeth located her collarbone, and he bit down. Momentarily, Mark gripped the skin between his molars, and nipped fiercely enough to cause pain, and continued to encourage Lila's impending orgasm. One that he sensed, from the quivering mess she'd become, the raking of her nails down his back, and the flood of juices that coated his manhood, wasn't far away. Harder and faster, his balls slapped her thighs as he kept her pinned to the wall, and the lewd noises of flesh smacking against flesh and his shaft unrelentingly pounding her soaked pussy intensified. '"I'm gonna cum."

Eventually, with a cry of faked bliss and gratification, the man kissed Lila forcefully. His hot, writhing tongue slipped back into her mouth as he lifted one hand from her ass, and maintained eye contact. Mark Duboius' fingers wrapped around Lila's throat, and he pushed her head hard against the wall; it taking everything in his power to resist the temptation to squeeze and force the woman's eyes to pop out of her skull; when he exploded. Hot jets of cum spurted deep inside her, and a combination of his seed and Lila's juices sprayed from her cunt as he continued to thrust throughout his release.

"Holy shit." Sweat dripped down the man's brow, the words were emitted between gasps, and his chest heaved from exertion when he finally slowed. With his cock still buried inside her, but hips no longer moving, Mark released his grip on Lila's ass and throat, and allowed her feet to drop to the floor. "Guess you needed that as much as I did, huh?" Duboius forced a smile, and arched a brow. As keen as he was to depart once his mission had been accomplished, he'd endure Lila's company for her as long as it took for her to not feel abandoned and used. That would reduce the impact of his revelations next time they met.

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Lila gasped as Mark fucked her harder, pounded into her wall. There was brief moment of terror as his hands wrapped around her throat, but it passed quickly enough. A few strokes later and it was over, he was spent within her. She found the floor with unsteady feet, still processing what exactly came over her. She was dizzy and lightheaded, and it was as much the alcohol she drunk as the intense pounding she just took.

For a few moments she just leaned against Mark, catching her breath and wonder why she did this. It wasn’t terrible. She did indeed enjoy herself, a fact that Mark could attest to. She certainly deserved a decent lay, after all the shit Tom put her through. Maybe fucking Mark was a big “fuck you” to Tom.

"Guess you needed that as much as I did, huh?"

“Yeah, I guess so,” Lila agreed with a chuckle, unable to shake the mild embarrassment she felt. At least she wouldn’t have to see this guy again, and whatever judgments he might hold of her wouldn’t matter. “Did you want to take a shower here? Or just had back to your room?” Lila offered, implicitly indicating that he was not welcome to spend the night. She might have let him fuck her brains out, but somehow sleep[ing in his arms felt a touch too intimate for her taste. This was a brief fling, nothing more. Lila found that she rather preferred to stay single for a while longer.

Mark declined the offer to shower there, and bid her a fond farewell, with a final kiss between the two of them. So Lila took a quick, hot shower and the combination of warm water and relaxed muscle from her orgasm were more than enough to ease her into a peaceful sleep.

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The next few days were just busy. Making arrangements with her new job, with Jess, purchasing airline tickets. By the end of the week she would be in Virginia, and far away from this mess with Tom and the stalker. She even found time to see a divorce lawyer and have the papers made up. Tom would get the house and she would get the savings, and she would never have to see him again. All that was left was to retrieve the last of her things from the house, and to leave the divorce papers there for him to sign. She still hadn’t spoken to him since the night of their anniversary, but she didn’t think there was anything left to say between them. She called on Monday and left a voicemail on this phone.

“Tom, I am coming by the house on Wednesday, between 1 pm and 3 pm, to get my stuff. Do not be home at this time. If you are there, I will not hesitate to call for a police escort and embarrass the hell out of you. After everything you did, the least you can do now is be civil.”

Pulling up to the house, Lila was briefly afraid that Tom would ignore her advice. That he would try to ambush her there, make a scene, beg and plead for her to take him back. Still, his car wasn’t there when she arrived at the house. Maybe he was capable of respecting her wishes, one last time.

So Lila made her way inside, unsurprised to find the place a complete wreck. Half eaten takeout containers and whisky bottles littered every room. Dishes clearly hadn’t been washed since the last time she were home. It was all a sign that he was taking the whole thing rather hard, and while there was a moment of sympathy in her mind, it was easy to push away as she remembered what he did. He had hurt her, betrayed her, used her. If he were heart-broken, he had only himself to blame.

She cleared off a space on the living room coffee table, leaving the divorce papers there in plain sight. First she packed up her home office, leaving the furniture there for now. It would be easier just to buy new stuff once she settled in her new job. From there she got to work clearing out her closet and packing in her things in boxes. She was going to head right to the shipping office to have her stuff sent to Virginia ahead of her flight.

She noticed their wedding album on the bed, and she wondered if this were a deliberate attempt on Tom’s part to guilt her into staying, if he had been looking at it himself to remember the good parts of their marriage. She took a moment to look through it, a gnawing feeling of regret and loss filling her as she remembered how happy they had once been. Before she could get too caught in old emotions, she heard a noise from the living room. Shit, had Tom tried to come home early, and force her to meet him? “Tom? Is that you?”