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“Abigail, you look… I mean you… Goddamn baby, I’m speechless.” I give him a smile before spinning around so he can see the whole look.
“You like it?” I ask.
“Baby, you could be in a potato sack, and I would still think you are the most beautiful woman on earth, but this… this is… fuck.” He runs his hand from the strap of my dress down my arm before holding my hand. “I know black is your color, but this red… if Colin and Parker were not moments away from stepping through your front door, I would do so many sick and twisted things to you in that dress.”
“I can think of something I can do in this dress right now, too.” My eyes trail down to his belt buckle, and I bit my lip.
“Oh yeah?” Ryan says.
“Please, sir?”
“On your knees,” Ryan says as he starts to take off his belt and unbutton his dark commando pants which are a part of his costume.
I drop to my knees slowly, grabbing his boxer hemline and pulling it down along with his pants. His pierced cock is already hard and standing at attention like the good soldier it is.
I run my tongue along his tip and grab him with my left hand. Stroking him as I allow him to enter my mouth fully. I take my time. I treasure this moment. Just him and me, forgetting all the chaos that surrounds us.
I pick up speed, pushing him further down my tongue and in my throat. With my right hand, I take his balls into my palm and start to massage them, running one finger in that sweet spot that makes him grab the back of my head and push me down all the way until my lips are on the base of his cock, his breathing hitches.
I choke and gag, but he is about to come all down my throat, and I will not deny him this moment. Tears begin to ruin my makeup as I feel him getting harder, his piercing touching the back of my tongue; he moans out, “Fuck baby… you suck it so good.”
The feel of his cum sliding down my throat is my reward, and I bask in the glory of making my king tremble at my will.
I slide my mouth from his cock and stand up, smoothing out my dress. He goes to fix himself, pulling his pants up as the doorbell rings. “I’ll get that before I do something that will prevent us from leaving this room tonight.”
As Ryan leaves, I quickly fix my eye makeup, throw on a pair of strappy heels, and toss my lipstick into my clutch before following after him.
When I turn the corner of the hall into the living room, all of them are huddled together, whispering with their backs turned toward me. They are all in the same black combat gear as if they were some dark commandos. To top their looks off with a Halloween twist, they all have Ghost masks thrown on the couch. Ryan shushes them to be quiet when he sees me, and they all turn around.
Colin clutches his chest as if he is having a heart attack and has the biggest smile on his face, and Parker just stares at me; his expression is hard to read.
“What is it, Parker?” I ask him.
“Abigail, you look gorgeous. Perfect, even. I’m sorry…” He glances between Ryan and Colin, all three sharing the same worried expression. “It’s just… something was outside your door when we arrived, and I’m not sure we should go tonight. I don’t think it’s safe.”
“What was it?” I ask, trying to move through them to see what they are all standing in front of, trying to hide from me.
“Abby, I don't think that's a––” I cut Colin off when I barrel through them all. A bouquet of long-stem roses sits on top of the coffee table.
“Okay, so someone sent me roses. That's not a warning of impending doom,” I say.
“There was a note with it,” Ryan says, and Parker punches him in the shoulder.
“Give it to me, now.” My tone is harsh and demanding. I’m tired of them keeping shit from me when it comes to things like this.
Parker reaches around to his back pocket and pulls out a black envelope, handing it to me.
I throw the note down on the table next to the flowers and turn away from them.
Is this a warning? Is this just someone with a sick, twisted sense of humor?
My mind races with all the possibilities. I take a deep breath in before turning back around. “We are going. If this sick pervert thinks that he can scare me into hiding in my own home, then he has another thing coming. I am no coward. I don’t just give up and back down at the first sign of danger. If anything, he should be scared of me. He has put all of you at risk in one way or another. You are mine. I protect what is mine. I will kill for what is mine. Let him come for me. It will be the last thing he does.” I swing my hair behind my back. “Now, we are going to this dance.”
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Weallbandtogetheraround our girl. Her own personal arsenal is at her disposal. If this maniac tries anything tonight, we will be ready for him. I know Abigail is talking a big game, but I see the fear in her eyes. We all can. But the fact that she is standing up for herself and us proves that she is in this just as much as we are in this for her.
