Til Assassins Do Us Part

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Mick Blue, Abigail Mac Pic(s)

The opulent penthouse suite, a temple of glass and steel overlooking the sleeping city, held a secret far more intoxicating than the vintage champagne chilling in its corner. Abigail Mac, a vision of calculated elegance in her ivory silk, was no blushing bride awaiting a gentle consummation. Her piercing gaze, meeting Mick Blue’s across the room, spoke of a different covenant entirely, a dangerous game where trust was the first casualty. He moved with a predator’s grace, his hands, which could be so devastatingly tender, now promising a different kind of sacrament. Their first kiss was not a promise but a provocation, a clash of teeth and tongue that ignited a fuse long smoldering between them. The delicate silk of her dress was not lovingly removed but became a casualty of their frantic, urgent need, a whisper against the roar of their pounding hearts. Every touch was a stolen secret, every bruising grip a question of allegiance, as their bodies tangled in a language of pure, unadulterated suspicion. He drove into her with a force that felt like both punishment and worship, each thrust a desperate attempt to uncover the truth she kept locked away. Her cries were not of innocent pleasure but of raw, defiant surrender, her nails scoring his back as if marking her territory in a war only they understood. In the breathless, shattered quiet that followed, their shared, knowing look confirmed that this was not an end, but merely the first shot fired in a lifelong, passionate battle where the only vow was to keep each other guessing until the very end.

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Mick Blue, Abigail Mac Pic(s)

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