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The safehouse betrayed her. Sable Nyxara stood tall and lethal, her athletic body sculpted like a goddess of war, full heavy breasts straining against the skimpy pink bra, hips flaring wide in black leather. She gripped the Glock with deadly grace, arm extended, lips parted in raw hunger for the fight.

The first suppressed shot slammed into her left breast, punching deep above the lace. Sable jolted hard, eyes flaring wide as hot blood bloomed across her pale skin. She gasped sharply, body twisting from the impact while her gun stayed raised.

The second bullet tore straight into her right breast. The force ripped a guttural moan from her throat. Both hands shook, one still clutching the weapon as the other flew to the fresh wounds. Crimson flowed freely over her heaving cleavage while her powerful thighs trembled.

She staggered, defiant to the end. The third shot struck a little higher and centered between them, drilling directly into her heart.

Sable convulsed violently. The gun clattered from her fingers. She clutched her chest with both palms as blood poured between them. Dropping hard to her knees, she let out a deep throaty cry of pure pleasure and pain. Then she collapsed onto her back on the hardwood floor.

Her spine arched high in one long erotic spasm, breasts thrust upward glistening with blood. Long dark hair fanned wildly around her head. Her legs kicked and shuddered while her mouth stayed locked in a perfect wide O of ecstasy. Soft wet gasps and moans spilled out as her body trembled through every fading heartbeat, hips twitching in helpless bliss.

Finally with one last massive arch and a shuddering groan, Sable Nyxara went completely still, chest forever silent, a perfect fatal masterpiece lying in her own warm blood.