Kathryn's private yacht, Serpent's Kiss, sliced through the Atlantic's black waves, its deck a stage for decadence under a star-streaked sky. Zara, Kael, and Tina had snuck aboard, dodging security with Tina's hacking skills, their bodies still electric from Miguel's downfall. Kathryn's dawn deadline loomed, but Zara wasn't here to negotiate—she was here to defile her sister's sanctuary, to fuck on her throne, and to plot their next strike against Vito and Kathryn's black-market empire.
Zara stood at the bow, her white silk dress translucent, clinging to her E-cup tits, her nipples hard, her pussy outlined, her snake tattoo shimmering. The wind whipped her blonde hair, her green eyes wild with defiance. Kael leaned against the railing, shirtless, his jeans low, his cock a thick bulge, his green eyes scanning the horizon, his scars glowing under the moon. Tina lounged on a chaise, her black bikini top untied, her tits bare, her bottoms pulled aside, her pussy glistening, her black hair a tangled mess, a bottle of rum in hand.
"Fuck Kathryn's rules," Zara said, her voice a siren's call, slipping her dress off, her tits bouncing, her pussy bare, her clit swollen, her asshole a tight promise. She climbed onto the deck's center table, spreading her legs, her juices dripping onto the polished wood. "Let's make this hers in name only."
Kael's cock hardened, tenting his jeans, his hand stroking himself. "You're a fucking goddess," he growled, shedding his jeans, his cock springing free, veined and dripping, his balls heavy. Tina laughed, tossing her bikini aside, her pussy soaked, her clit begging for attention. "Goddess? She's a demon," she said, joining Zara on the table, their bodies close, hands roaming.
Zara pulled Tina into a kiss, their tongues clashing, tits pressing, nipples rubbing. Tina's fingers slid into Zara's pussy, her walls tight, her clit throbbing, her juices flooding Tina's hand. Zara moaned, her hips bucking, her pussy squirting onto the table. Kael watched, his cock leaking, stroking himself, the sight of their wet bodies under the stars driving him wild.
"Fuck me," Zara demanded, pulling Tina's fingers out, spreading her pussy, her asshole winking. Kael climbed onto the table, his cock rubbing her pussy, teasing her clit, then thrust in, hard, stretching her tight walls, his balls slapping her ass. Zara screamed, her tits bouncing, her pussy squirting, soaking the table. Tina straddled Zara's face, lowering her pussy, Zara's tongue diving in, sucking her clit, darting to her asshole, making Tina moan, her tits heaving.
Kael fucked Zara relentlessly, his thumb sliding into her asshole, syncing with her moans, his cock swelling. Tina's pussy spasmed, squirting onto Zara's face, her screams echoing over the sea. Kael pulled out, grabbing Tina, bending her over the table beside Zara, thrusting into her pussy, her walls tight, her moans shaking the night. Zara crawled beneath, licking Tina's clit, sucking Kael's balls, her tongue darting to Tina's asshole, making her squirt again, soaking Zara's face.
"Cum in her," Zara ordered, her fingers rubbing her own pussy, her clit throbbing. Kael roared, his cock erupting, hot cum flooding Tina's pussy, spilling out, dripping onto Zara's lips. She licked it up, kissing Tina, their tongues sharing Kael's cum, their pussies pulsing. They collapsed, panting, the table a mess of cum and juices, the stars their only witness.
But the rapture was shattered. Tina's phone buzzed—a text from her hacker contact: Jack's drone caught you. Footage sent to Vito. Zara's blood boiled, her pussy still wet, her mind sharp. "That fucker's still breathing?" she snarled, kissing Kael, then Tina, her lips tasting of cum and fury. "We end him."
They dressed—Zara in her silk dress, Kael in jeans, Tina in her bikini—and headed below deck, finding a safe with Kathryn's initials. Tina cracked it, revealing more files: Vito's drug routes, Kathryn's cut, and a hit list with their names. "We're fucked," Tina said, but Zara grinned, copying the files. "No," she said. "They are."
The yacht docked, and they slipped into the night, Miami's pulse their war drum, Jack's drone a new threat, Vito's shadow closing in. Dawn was hours away, and Kathryn's estate waited like a guillotine.