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Mitru
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Location: Bilbao (Spain)
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 Blaise Montoya -The Price of Power-#03 Salt air stung Blaises lungs, a sharp contrast to the stale heat of the apartment. She hit the pavement of the Palau lonely pier with a rhythmic slap, her black sneakers striking the weathered planks in a steady beat. To her left and right, the sea churned, a bruised purple under the fading stars.
Fishing boats swayed on their moorings, their masts clinking like skeletal wind chimes. The scent of diesel and rotting kelp clung to the breeze. Blaise pushed harder, the muscles in her thighs burning. She didn't run for fitness she ran to quiet the humming in her skull, the restlessness that had kept her awake for three nights.
As the first sliver of gold cracked the horizon, sunlight glinted off the choppy water, turning the swells into shards of broken mirror. She reached the end of the pier, where the wood gave way to a rusted iron railing. Blaise skidded to a halt, her chest heaving.
"You shouldn't run alone." a deep voice said from behind her.
Blaise turns. Luca “The Anvil” Mancini stands in the shadows, arms folded, expression unreadable.
Luca moves fast. Blaise blocks faster. A brief, brutal exchange of strikes.
Blaise didn't waste breath on words. She drove her knee toward his groin, but Luca shifted his weight, absorbing the blow with his outer thigh.
She attempted a wrist lock, twisting her arm to break his hold, but Luca was too seasoned. He pivoted his hips, wrapping a massive arm around her throat in a crushing rear-naked choke.
"You always were too fast for your own good, sweetheart...Look at you, The great power broker of Singapore, reduced to a gasping little bird." Said Luca.
The pressure on her carotid artery mounted. Blaises vision sparked with white light. She clawed at his forearm, her nails digging into the thick, calloused skin, but he didn't flinch. He squeezed tighter, hoisting her slightly off her feet so she was dangling, her toes scraping the concrete.
Lucas free hand moved. He didn't go for a weapon. Instead, his fingers hooked into the neckline of her sports top. With a violent, sudden jerk, he ripped the fabric downward. The sound of tearing polyester echoed across the empty pier. The top shredded, exposing her breasts to the cool morning air. Her large, full breasts spilled out, the nipples already hardening from the sudden chill and the surge of adrenaline.
Luca let out a low, predatory moan. He abandoned the tactical hold of his hand to cup one of her breasts, his thick fingers squeezing the soft, heavy mound of flesh.
Blaise tried to speak, but the words were trapped in her throat, coming out as a strained, guttural rasp. She thrashed, her voluptuous body twisting against his bulk.Blaise Montoya -The Price of Power-#03: http://memberslogin.hipcomix.com/gallery3/index.php/Mitru/Blaise-Montoya/The-Price-of-Power Read on... ONLY in HIPcomix.com
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