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You smile, a slow, deliberate curve of your lips. "You drive a hard bargain, El Escorpión," you murmur, your voice a low hum. You reach up, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath your touch. "But I've never been one to back down from a challenge."

His breath hitches, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He wasn't expecting this. He expected you to resist, to play the part of the innocent reporter. But you're not just a reporter. You're an agent. And you're willing to do whatever it takes to complete your mission.

He closes the distance between you, his lips crashing down on yours. The kiss is rough, demanding, a claim. You kiss him back with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. It's a performance, a calculated move in a deadly game, but for a moment, you let yourself get lost in the raw intensity of it. Kissing those sluts on previous missions, doesn't compare to this make out session with the **** lord.

He leads you to the bed, his hands roaming your body, unbuttoning your blouse with a deftness that speaks of experience. You let him undress you, your body responding to his touch despite the screaming warnings in your head. This is wrong. This is dangerous. But it's also necessary.

As he enters you, a wave of something like pain, pleasure, a confusing mix of both, washes over you. You haven't been with a man since your transformation, and the sensation is new, overwhelming. You bite back a gasp, your nails digging into his back.

He moves above you, a powerful, primal ****. His grunts fill the room, mingling with your own ragged breaths. You close your eyes, focusing on the mission. The office. The files. You endure the intrusion, your body a tool, a means to an end.

His cock is a monster, its size stretching you in ways that feel both impossibly full and alarmingly invasive. He's not gentle. He takes what he wants, each thrust a reminder of the power he holds over you, over everyone in this compound. Yet you meet his rhythm, your body arching to accommodate him, a silent bargain struck in the dimly lit room.

You find yourself wondering how your old self would react to this. The you from a week ago, the you with a flat chest and a fully functional cock. He'd be horrified. Disgusted. But you're not that person anymore. You're Sara Castillo, the journalist who's willing to go to any lengths for a story. And you're Agent 008, the spy who'll sacrifice anything for the mission.

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