neck, which caused him shivers of desire. "No doubt this woman knew how to please a man ..." - Richard thought while reflecting: "It wouldn’t have been like this with Phelps. Had she provoked him and at last minute kill him?"
The question tormented him. Part of him wanted to believe that sensitive and gentle woman in his arms was unable to hurt anyone else. On the other hand, they had all that evidence pointing to a cold and calculating killer...
Diverting his lips from hers, he kissed her all over her face and neck. Then up to the right ear, he nibbled the delicate earlobe, whispering in her ear:
- Did you killed Phelps?
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