CHAPTER IV

ABIGAIL AND Nikolai lay intertwined in the dimly lit room, the afterglow of their shared intimacy still casting a warm, comforting aura around them. The tangled sheets, once a battleground of desire, now cocooned them in a fragile intimacy.

As they lay side by side, Nikolai turned to Abigail, his voice carrying a note of vulnerability that had been absent before. "Abigail," he began, "there's something I need to share with you. It's a dark secret I've carried for a long time."

Abigail, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, looked up at him with curiosity and concern. "Nikolai, what is it? You can tell me."

Nikolai took a deep breath, his gaze distant as he stared at the ceiling. "I've been living under the shadow of rumors and suspicions for years. People think I have connections to organized crime, that I use my skating career to launder money or settle old debts. The truth is, I've never been involved in anything like that. I've been falsely accused, and it's haunted me for too long."

Abigail's heart ached for him as she listened to the weight of his words. "Nikolai, why didn't you clear your name? Why carry this burden in silence?"

Nikolai turned to face her, his eyes full of remorse. "I've tried to clear my name, but the rumors and the suspicions never seem to fade. I've been living a life of loneliness and isolation because of it. I wanted to protect the people around me, so I kept the truth hidden."

Abigail gently cupped his face, her touch tender and reassuring. "Nikolai, you don't have to carry this burden alone anymore. We can find a way to prove your innocence."

Nikolai's eyes softened as he met her gaze, his hand finding hers. "Thank you, Abigail. You've given me hope, a reason to face the shadows of my past. I can't tell you how much that means to me."

Their shared vulnerability and newfound understanding deepened the connection between them. As they lay together, they knew that the ice skating world still held its secrets, but they had just unveiled one that had haunted Nikolai for far too long.

With the weight of this dark secret lifted, Abigail was more determined than ever to continue her mission and help Jake uncover the true murderer who lurked in the shadows.

And after these sexy moments with Nikolai, she realized the connection she shared with him was different than the one she felt with Jake.

Jake’s went deeper. Deeper than something she could form into words. And although she had only known him a day, she already knew he was the only man she would ever allow to put his dick inside of her pussy.

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After a restless night of contemplating the secrets and desires that had entwined her with Nikolai, Abigail found herself facing another day of investigation in the ice-skating world. She had to meet with Jake, to share the revelation about Nikolai, but she couldn't shake the lingering desire that had ignited between them.

They met in a secluded corner of the bustling hotel lobby, where the scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air. Abigail couldn't help but notice the magnetic energy that radiated from Jake, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

"Jake," she began, her voice soft, "I have some news. I've spent time with Nikolai, and I'm certain he's not the murderer. He shared a dark secret with me, and I believe he's been wrongly accused all these years."

Jake's eyes, once filled with steely determination, now locked onto hers, a spark of something deeper simmering within. "That's good to know, Abigail.”

The atmosphere was charged with tension, not just from their mission, but also from the unspoken desires that simmered beneath the surface.

"I'm glad you've ruled him out,” Jake continued. “It's crucial that we eliminate the innocent and focus on finding the real killer."

Abigail couldn't help but feel a surge of desire for Jake, the magnetic pull between them stronger than ever. She leaned closer, her breath grazing his ear, her voice laced with seduction. "Jake, we've been dancing around this tension. Can't we give in to it again, just for a moment?"

Jake glanced at her, his eyes betraying a flicker of desire, but he quickly averted his gaze. "Abigail, as much as I'm drawn to you, we have to stay focused on the mission. There's a killer on the loose, and we can't afford any distractions."

Abigail's frustration was palpable, her desire for Jake bubbling just beneath the surface. She leaned back, trying to regain her composure, but her voice held a hint of yearning.

"You're right, Jake,” she said. “The temptation is unbearable, but I have to prepare for my next performance anyway.”

Jake gave a curt nod, his jaw clenched with determination. "After that, could you check out Elise?"

Abigail nodded back before turning to walk away.

Their unspoken desires hung in the air like an invisible thread, a tension that threatened to pull them closer. The knowledge of their shared desires simmered beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to ignite.

Abigail took a stop on the way to the ice rink to step inside the girl's locker room. She went into a private corner and pulled out her vibrator. Jake didn't want to lend her his dick just yet, but that didn't mean she couldn't fantasize about it.

She settled into the corner and closed her eyes, imagining how massive his dick probably was. Way bigger than Nikolai's, for sure. She felt her breath shorten as she got all hot and bothered. Her pussy felt wet ready. She pulled down her shorts and panties, slowly lowering the vibrator to her clit.

She let out a moan as she slid the toy across her sensitive skin, her mind wandering to the sight of Jake's cock sliding into her mouth.

She imagined him standing behind her, pulling up her skirt, and shoving his cock deep into her pussy.

She thought about how he would grab her hips and fuck her hard, making her scream in pleasure. Abigail gasped at the intensity of her orgasm. She could feel her juices running down her leg as she came.

She imagined Jake massaging her breasts, better than Nikolai had done last night. She brought the vibrator up to her mouth and licked the juices off before pushing it deeper into her pussy.

She pulled it out, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, then shoved it back in. She imagined Jake fucking her harder, grabbing her hair, slamming his cock deep inside her.

She grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them, imagining they were Jake's hands. She started to rub her nipples, imagining they were Jake's fingers.

She pushed the vibrator deep into her pussy again and fucked herself hard. She pictured Jake standing over her, jerking his cock faster and faster. She could hear his breathing getting heavier.

He was close, she knew. She reached around and rubbed her clit, imagining Jake shooting his cum all over her body. She felt another orgasm building up inside her and screamed in ecstasy as she came again.

She collapsed against the wall, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her.

One more time, she thought to herself, as she slowly licked the juices off her vibrator again.

This time she couldn't help but whimper and mewl as she slowly pushed in her vibrator. She turned up the intensity setting, gasping as it took off, harder and faster. She let out unintelligible bursts of mewling mixed with moans, that rose in volume as she imagined Jake's massive cock entering her again.

She imagined him fucking her hard, taking her from behind, and calling her names. She felt another orgasm building up inside her, and this one was even stronger than the first.

She came so hard that she fell against the wall, her legs giving out. She grabbed onto the wall and held on as she came again, screaming out Jake's name.

Finally, she stopped shaking and slowly removed the vibrator from her pussy. She licked the juices off again as she stood up and put her clothes back on.

Abigail ran out to the ice-rink area, just in time to see the girl who was supposed to go before her finishing up.

“Abigail! Finally,” said her personal trainer. “You’re on!”

Abigail entered the rink, skating over to the precipice, her heart heavy with fatigue and determination.

Despite her post-orgasm exhaustion, she knew that the final routine of the competition was her chance to uncover more clues about the murderer as she got further into the tournament.

Abigail’s legs felt like lead, and her energy was drained, but she couldn't afford to give in to her fatigue. She knew that this performance was crucial.

As she glided onto the ice, the spotlight cast a celestial glow on her, and the audience held its breath in anticipation. She could feel every muscle screaming in protest, every movement heavier than the last. But she couldn't falter. Not now.

Her jumps were lower, her spins less controlled, and every step felt like a burden. The audience, once mesmerized by her grace, now watched with bated breath, sensing the struggle beneath her performance. She could see the judges, their expressions wary, as they scored her routine.

Suddenly, in the midst of her faltering routine, a chilling gasp swept through the audience. Abigail's heart pounded, her focus slipping for a fraction of a second. She noticed a commotion in the stands, heads turning in unison. Her legs quivered, and the music seemed distant as she skated toward the edge of the rink.

In the stands, a hushed crowd surrounded a figure slumped in their seat. Her heart seemed to stop in her chest as she witnessed the horrifying scene. It was Ramona, the former champion who had been under suspicion, her lifeless body a stark contrast to the elegance of the skating world.

Amid the chaos, she caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure, their face obscured in the dimly lit stands. They moved swiftly, their actions deliberate and chilling. Abigail's breath caught in her throat as she watched them flee the scene, unable to make out any distinctive features.

But then, in the blink of an eye, the figure turned towards her, raising a katana high above their head. In that moment, time seemed to slow. Abigail's eyes met the figure’s, and in a surge of adrenaline, she witnessed the deadly plunge of the blade.

The katana sliced through the air, aimed at Ramona's lifeless body, sinking into her chest, and Abigail's heart raced as she comprehended the brutal reality of the scene.

Screams resounded as the murderer withdrew the blade and made a dash for the exit.

Abigail was caught in a surreal nightmare. As she skated toward the edge of the rink, her body trembling and sweat clinging to her skin. She locked eyes with Jake, who had rushed to the scene.

The open **** of Ramona had just shattered the already fragile balance of the competition, as the identity of the killer remained a haunting enigma.

Abigail failed to maintain her balance and poise, as she plummeted to the icy floor of the rink.