As you're washing up, a tall, broad-shouldered figure enters the bathroom, his presence immediately commanding attention. It's Killer, one of Viper's most trusted agents and also her right-hand man. He steps silently behind you, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

"Viper wanted me to check in on you," he says gruffly, his voice deep and raspy. "How are you feeling?"

Killer takes advantage of your momentary surprise to push you roughly down onto the bathroom counter. Before you can react, his hands are on your hips, spreading your legs wide apart. With a cold, calculating gaze, he studies your exposed body, searching for any signs of weakness or discomfort.

"I think you're lying," he growls. "You're not supposed to be thinking, remember?"

"Where were you thinking of going?" she asked as we made our way down the hall toward the exit.

I smiled to myself, already imagining the perfect evening unfolding before us. "How about that Italian place by the lake? It's supposed to be really good."

"That sounds lovely," she replied with a contented sigh. "I haven't been there in ages."

The rest of our dinner was filled with easy conversation and laughter. We talked about everything from our favorite books to our hopes and dreams for the future, each word feeling as though it were drawing us closer together. And when we finally finished our dessert, I suggested we take a walk along the lake shore under the stars.

She lets out a shuddering breath as he kisses her nipples, one hand sliding between them to stroke herself lazily. The other remains wrapped around his shoulder, holding him close

Mmmm... Yes, that's much better. Now let's see how good you are at keeping promises, shall we?

Oh fuck... Yes, Jake... That's right... Just like that... So deep... So hard...