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[ Upon hearing the creak of the restroom door, Grell's head snaps up.

Pretty red hair mussed, eyeliner smeared, and top torn, she imagines that she must be an unnerving sight - especially out of breath as she is, and bent over an unconscious stranger bleeding from the head.

She stills, meeting the newcomer's eyes. ]

Lock the door behind you, mm?

[ It's said almost casually, and though it might be posed as a request, that clearly isn't the case. She's alert enough that she may be ready to turn on said newcomer next!

In fact, she's expecting that she'll have to. Seeing the other man seated at the bar earlier, he didn't seem to be particularly friendly - perhaps, even uncertain of the company at this particular club.

Yes, she remembers well, because she'd initially ignored him for it. As handsome as he is, she can't be bothered with a man that is unsure of what he wants! That's what she thought, but now, that may be her downfall. ]

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[ Rather than a yelp, he receives the sweetest cry-- and after a brief shudder of her breath, remiss at the loss of his hands, her voice returns threefold once William is forcing himself into her all at once.

Lashes fluttering, her hands trail across her own hips, focused on the feel of his cock inside of her. ]

[ Though not nearly as loud, William's giving fairly consistent groans, as well. It's been quite a bit of time since his last hook-up, mainly the reason he showed up to the club tonight. But an initially uneventful night has turned into possibly the best sex he's had. Honestly, this woman seems capable and willing to take anything he can do to her. He tests it, drilling into her with such intensity and desire. ]

[ If it weren't for his hold on her, Grell is certain she would be on the floor, with the force he uses. Each thrust sends a shockwave through her body, the sting of pain carrying his pleasure from her scalp, right down to her toes. Craning her back, she reaches back to hold him, fingers lacing behind his neck - and her hazy eyes stuck on her work, before them. ]

[ With her latched around his neck, William's free to release her hair. Instead he guides his hand down her torso until it reaches her cock. The contrast between her beautiful feminine silhouette and the throbbing cock between her legs is something William finds extraordinarily sexy. His thrusting slows, if only to keep in time with the new movement of his hand, pumping her in long strokes. ]

[ Ah, that truly leaves Grell struggling to remain steady on her legs. Her voice wavers as she mutters William's name, fingers running up his neck and into his hair. She cranes to peek back at him, coveting his lips as her teeth graze over her own. ]

Kiss me... [ A plead or a command, it's difficult to tell! ]

[ With his free hand, William cups her chin, bring it closer for her requested kiss. It's not just one. A serious of them follows the first, his tongue darting over their lips before meeting hers; intertwining with a hum of approval and pleasure. When they finally pause for breath, he mutters sternly against her lips. ]

Say my name again.

[ The sensual heat of their kisses, the ruthlessness of his cock driving into her-- it leads Grell dangerously close to the edge. A whimpering moan is drowned out between their mouths, and when they part, she gasps sweetly, grinding her ass back against him with a croon. ]

William-- [ A cry, as her fingers wind into his hair, spilling over in his hand. ]

[ He pets her in slow strokes, aiming to squeeze out every drop he can from her. Once she seems to have regained her self, he pulls free from her. ]

Get on your knees.

[ He's close, certainly, but he wants to see that pretty face when he cums. ]

[ Chest rising and falling with long, quaking breaths, Grell rests her weight against him, and her forehead against his cheek, petting through his hair.

The command has her pulling away just enough to look at him - and in her gaze alone, it's clear that she might be fully satisfied, but isn't nearly finished with him yet. Taking him in another brief kiss, she purrs a hum of compliance against his lips.

She gasps, pulling free from his cock, and draws a deep breath through her nostrils whilst licking over her lips. Hands briefly rubbing beneath the swell of her ass, she turns to face him, and keeps his gaze when she lowers herself to her knees. ]

Mn. What a handsome cock you have.

[ Yes, of course, she couldn't ignore it! At full attention before her, how could she not wish to sneak a peek? Her hands rest upon his hips, thumbs massaging into them, as she takes in the sight - and then, just as she had done with that man, takes it in hand to drag her tongue over, from head to hilt. ]

[ William knows he's mad. The past few years of his secret 'career' are enough to prove that. But now he's certain he must have reached a new level. Allowing a woman - who he just witnessed and encouraged to castrate another man - to hold his own cock in her hand. Only someone who's completely lost their mind would consider it. But there's no fear in his eyes. No tremble or tensing at her touch. Instead he seems quite curious as to what other skills she can showcase for him.

Her eagerness, and of course that compliment, has a short moan coming from him the moment her tongue caresses him. ]

[ That leaves a chuckle falling from Grell's grinning lips. Partly, she meant to emulate that moment for his satisfaction (and hers), but now, she realises that she had been testing him, as well.

Were it anyone else, she might be dissatisfied that she didn't instil proper fear in them - to latch onto, feed off of. But this man... he's dominant, self assured, and that's so utterly sexy to her. Everything she's been craving, but has never found! ]

Mn, I'm so very glad that pleases you.

[ Lips rolling over the tip of his cock, she takes it in, paced - groaning for him, as she eases her throat. ]

[ Had they started with this, he may have been more willing to watch her take her time to please him. But he's too far along to have patience for that. His fingers reclaim their previous position in her hair, gripping tight. Then, with short thrusts, he begins to fuck her mouth as if he were still inside her from moments before. ]

It does. Greatly.

[ Thankfully, she somehow anticipated that, once William took hold of her hair. The intensity isn't something she could have wholly prepared herself for - an so, with a choked sound, her fingers press into his hips!

It takes incredible strength, keeping herself relaxed enough to make such a thing possible, especially with the strain on her scalp and the stimulation it all provides. Even the nerve of him!

Finally, she's found someone just as dangerous, just as reckless. ]

[ It's all so arousing; the sounds she makes, the pressure of her fingers on his skin, the endurance as she takes him in. He's trying to decide if he'd rather cum down her throat or across her face, but it doesn't seem there's going to be enough time to choose. With a wavering breath and a hardy groan, he spills himself into her mouth. ]

[ That, too, gets a moan out of her! With a swallow, she firmly massages his hips, bobbing down his length one last time, to ensure that's he's fully satisfied! ]

[ As his orgasm calms, his grasp on her hair loosens. He steps back and, glancing briefly around the room, spots a box of tissues to clean of what remains. All the while he watches her, glancing every so often to the mess on the floor. ]

You truly are a beauty.

[ He helps her to rise then takes her in a firm kiss. ]

[ As William does so, she eases to sit on the floor, idly dragging the heel of her thumb under her lip as she catches her breath. The blood has crept between the floorboards, mere inches from her knees, and how she admires it!

Despite that, her face brightens when William speaks to her - offers his hand, and kisses her! When has a man made her feel so content? While he's living, anyway. ]

And you are a wonder. [ Once whispering against his lips, she kisses him once more with a delectable hum. ] I think we were made for one another.

Honestly, I do not believe in soulmates. However, I do feel I made the right choice going out this evening.

[ His grip on her hand tightens briefly as he give her another short kiss. ]

Though, you may very well be my downfall, I don't seem to care much.

[ Though, that first bit gets a pouty frown out of Grell, her brow softens-- and her features ease entirely, at his kiss! She might even hum in approval! ]

Well, then, why don't we torch this place, and then you can take us to yours, so we can clean up?

[ He looks down at the excessive mess Grell's caused. There certainly isn't anyway they're going to clean this up, so lighting it up seems the only way. ]

It needs to come across as an accident.

[ In the most smitten way, Grell watches his face, as his mind works. His conclusion leaves her grinning. ]

How?

[ It takes him a few minutes to think on, but eventually he makes his move. The man's pocket knife is retrieved from the base of his skull, and with zero hesitation, placed back into Grell's hands. Then with a bit of a huff, he removes the man's cock from his mouth, placing it back down where it's supposed to be. Certainly his corpse will be burnt, but any potential remains will look far less suspicious when all the pieces are in their correct places. ]

Cover yourself up and head to the car. Calmly, in case someone is to see you, they won't think anything on it.

[ Eventually, William joins her in his car. Starting it up as if nothing strange had occurred this night. As they head down the block, faint wisps of smoke can be detected. It should go up quickly and leave no trace. ]

[ Grell takes the knife, biting at the edge of her lip merrily. Watching him, she wonders if this is what it's like, to feel provided for! ]

Mn, as you say, dear!

[ Gathering up her bloodied clothes, it becomes clear that she can't leave wearing what she arrived in. But after a quick glance about, she spots a coat draped over the back of a dining room chair. There's even an empty paper bag there she can use for her clothes, presumably from the non-perishables left on the table.

Zipping herself up, the coat is certainly oversized on her, but it covers what it needs to. She rolls up the sleeves, slips on her shoes, grabs her bag, and gives William a kiss - and then, she's on her way out.

Grell doesn't seem at all anxious when William rejoins her; in fact, she'd been visibly bored while browsing her phone, and all too excited that he had arrived to distract her. As they drive away, she pets along the back of his neck lovingly. ]

So, what did you do, hm? Do you feel good about it?

[ He glances in the rearview mirror, where bright flames are starting to make themselves known, then turns off towards his home. ]

Another filthy, close minded person is gone from this world. I can't feel anything other than pleased. Though, that was far more clean up work than I've ever had to do, previously.

[ The last bit would make him sound a bit irritable if her fingers on his neck weren't so delightfully soft. ]

[ Grell raises a brows with a snerk. ]

How do you truly enjoy it without a bit of a mess?