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sitting on a pillow like a little mint treat. She tossed it to him and waited for him to put it on. Then, holding her breasts up to him, she asked, "Do you want me now, Rico?"
    He emitted a low growl as he pressed her backward and took one big nipple into his mouth. He was already about to burst, but he wanted to hold on to the feeling a while longer. Controlling the urge to bury himself deep inside her and be done with it, he made himself savor each of her feminine secrets. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, heightening his desire with each of her kittenish sounds.
    Suddenly, as if he were weightless, she flipped him onto his back and mounted him. He groaned aloud with surprise and intense pleasure as she enveloped him completely, but prevented him from thrusting.
    "No," she whispered. "I'll do it. You just enjoy yourself." And with those words she leaned forward, pressing her breasts to his face and creating a silken curtain of white hair around their heads.
    With agonizing deliberation, she tightened her vaginal muscles, eased herself to his very tip, then made him wait for the moment when she would descend and begin again. He had never had a woman tease him into such a state. He hadn't even come and he was thinking of how soon he could manage a repeat.
    His climax began slowly and built rapidly into an explosive finish that almost stopped his heart. In some far corner of his mind he was aware that her hand had slipped beneath the pillow and back out, but he could barely breathe, let alone open his eyes to see what she was doing. He felt her raising her upper body, and smiled when her muscles gripped him again and he was able to give her a valiant salute in return.
    Selena sneered at the macho pig as she raised the knife in her hand. His egotistical grin contorted as she punctured his jugular and slashed his throat.
    Selena's thighs clenched around the body until the involuntary twitching ceased. The initial spurt of blood settled into a low-pulsed flow as Rico's life oozed out onto the mattress. Indifferent to the blood splattered on her body, Selena got off the bed and reached for the items she had hidden beneath—a shower cap, washcloth, ammonia, a hand-held vacuum, two large self-locking storage bags, a heavy-duty trash bag, a wooden cutting board and a meat cleaver.
    She centered Rico's right hand on the board, then whacked it off with the cleaver. Raising it by a finger, she let the blood drain from the appendage then dropped it into a bag.
    In one of the many true crime novels she had read, a branch of New York's Irish mob kept the hands of someone they killed to use his fingerprints on some future job. Since the thug had mentioned "a certain Irishman", Selena decided this act would firmly tie Rico's murder in with that mob. Also, the idea of using the fingerprints had intrigued Selena enough to risk keeping such clear-cut evidence of her accomplishment.
    She stared critically at the body on the bed and decided she had done a professional-looking job. She severed Rico's left hand, put it in another bag, then secured her tools in the garbage bag, along with the used condom.
    She put a tight shower cap over her hair and quickly rinsed the blood off in the shower. She knew it was imperative that nothing be left behind—even in a drain—that would suggest this was anything but a mob hit. She had exfoliated her body with a rough scrub and shaved from chin to toe before she'd left her apartment. She wasn't sure if it would matter but she washed Rico's penis and crotch area just in case.
    Though she had purposely limited her movements around the apartment she soaked the cloth in ammonia and wiped every surface then went over the entire apartment with the vacuum.
    Finally, only a few details remained. It could be days before anyone discovered the body, and she needed to be sure it was still somewhat identifiable without the fingerprints. To slow the decomposing process, she turned the air conditioning down as cold as it