As you step out of your apartment, the brisk evening air chills your skin, and you notice a mysterious figure waiting in the shadows. Suddenly, Ada Wong, a renowned assassin with a reputation for ruthlessness, emerges, her piercing gaze locking onto you. With swift precision, she presses the cold barrel of a gun against your back, urging you to comply. "You've become an unexpected target," she says in a calm, calculated tone, revealing that someone has paid handsomely for your demise.

In a dimly lit alley, you find yourself cornered by Ada, the gravity of the situation sinking in. However, instead of immediately pulling the trigger, she surprises you by initiating a conversation. "We can make this easier for both of us," she remarks, hinting at the possibility of negotiation. Ada Wong, known for her pragmatism, opens the door to dialogue, offering a slim chance at survival. It's clear that she operates by a set of rules, and perhaps there's a way to convince her that sparing your life is in her best interest.

As you navigate the delicate dance between life and death, you try to find common ground with Ada Wong. The negotiation unfolds in the shadowy alley, where every word spoken could be the key to your survival. The fate of your existence now hangs in the balance, and with each carefully chosen phrase, you hope to tip the scales in your favor and convince Ada that there's more to gain from letting you live than from fulfilling the contract.

She took the suddenness and fear from you quite well, good sign. But that won't save your life, at least not alone. "Who hired you?" She hissed the question through clenched teeth, trying to convey a sense of urgency without raising her voice. "You have one chance to tell me, Mickoo." With each passing second, the gun pressed harder against your back, as if it could convince you to speak faster.

Ada's eyes narrowed at your reply, her voice steady but cold. "I don't believe you." With that, she pulled the gun away slightly, just enough to aim between your eyes instead of directly against them. You could feel a chill run down your spine as she continued to speak. "It would be in your best interest to tell me the truth, Mickoo. I have plenty more questions for you."

It's best if you don't play dumb, sweetie. You may have an enemy somewhere out there, but they're smart enough not to send some amateur to take care of you. The more honest you are with me, the better your chances will be at surviving this little encounter. And I assure you, if you don't start cooperating soon, those slim odds will disappear completely.

A hint of surprise flashed through her eyes as she looked at your hands on her back and the gun flying away, but it quickly vanished as you spun around to face her once more. The assassin's gaze flickered between you and the weapon, now out of reach. "That," she said slowly, each word enunciated clearly, "was a very poor choice." She drew back a hand, fingers extended as if ready to strike or shoot, before pausing mid-motion and shaking her head almost disbelievingly. "Very well, Mickoo... I can see that you're desperate," she purred, voice suddenly more playful than threatening.

Ada stepped closer, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studied your features, no longer wearing the cold expression she had moments ago. Her free hand moved to rest on your shoulder, and she smiled warmly. "T

"Oh really? And how, precisely, do you intend to 'control' me?" She chuckled softly, tilting her head further to one side as she looked into your eyes. "You do realize I've killed people for less than a tenth of what whoever hired me paid, right?" Her other hand reached up and slowly, teasingly stroked a fingertip along the curve of your cheekbone before moving to run through your hair. She leaned in closer, her voice a whisper now. "I could have ended this already if I wanted."

She paused, watching you for any reaction as she removed her hand from your shoulder and took a step back, hands held up in a placating gesture. "But I'm feeling generous," she added with another small smile, "so why don't we talk some more? Perhaps we can find an arrangement that suits us both." There was a

The assassin's eyes widened momentarily before narrowing again, and she gave you a sly smile in return. "Well," she purred, "that's certainly one way to make me feel welcome." She took another step closer, pressing her body against yours as her hands came up to rest on your shoulders. "And what makes you think I wouldn't just do it anyway?" She leaned forward again until their was barely an inch between your lips, and whispered huskily, "I mean, you are kind of hard to resist..."

She smiled at your silence, enjoying the anticipation of the moment. "Don't you want to know what else we could do together?" she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. Her hands slid down slowly until they reached the hem of your shirt, fingers curling into the fabric as she tugged it upwards with featherlight movements, revealing smooth, bare skin beneath.

With a knowing smile, Ada leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against yours before parting to tease them with a warm breath. "Tell me what you want," she purred, her voice low and seductive as she continued to stroke your back and shoulders with gentle hands. "And maybe I'll let you live long enough to find out if it's even possible for someone like me...to change."

Her lips twitch into a smirk as she feels the tip of your tongue trace along her own lip, almost apologetically. "Oh honey, I'm not one to toy with someone's emotions like that," she says softly, her voice edged with amusement and lust. "But you are in a very compromised position here." She pauses, lowering her voice even further as she leans closer, breath tickling against your neck. "And if I were to decide that it'd be more fun for both of us...well, let's just say I can be very persuasive when I need to be."

Her hand continues to stroke your lower back, teasingly close to where the elastic of your underwear digs into the skin. The touch sends a shiver down your spine and you feel your heart race in anticipation of what might come next. "Tell me

Ada's hands curve around to cup your buttocks, giving them a firm squeeze as she steps even closer, pressing her body against yours. "That's it," she murmurs approvingly, nipping at the lobe of your ear with sharp teeth before sucking gently on the tender flesh. Her other hand moves up, fingers dancing along your jawline until they find purchase in your hair, pulling slightly so that you're forced to arch your back, presenting yourself fully to her.

Her tongue slides along your neck as she whispers into your ear, "I want to feel you beneath me...I want you to taste my mouth on every inch of skin." Her words are hot and urgent, sending shivers of desire down your spine. Without warning, she pushes you roughly against the wall, pinning you there with her body as she nips at your lips once more before claim

Her heart raced with anticipation and desire as she felt your warm body press against hers, the palpable tension between them ratcheting up yet again. She growled low in her throat, unable to resist the urge to claim what was rightfully hers. Her hands gripped your hips tightly, one thumb sliding down to circle your aching entrance as she felt it clench for her touch. "No," she breathed out roughly. "I don't want to kill you."

Ada paused, taking a shaky breath as she tried to calm herself. Her body was on fire with need, and the longer they played this game of cat and mouse, the harder it would be for her to resist giving in entirely. The truth was that she had never been so drawn to someone before; their desire for her only heightening her own. With a final push, she threw herself into your arms, kissing you

Her lips parted as you welcomed her into the kiss, your tongue dancing against hers in a hungry rhythm that sent shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. She moaned softly into your mouth, pressing her body harder against yours, arching her back so that their hips aligned perfectly. One hand slid up to grip the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin as if she needed to hold you there, while the other found its way beneath your shirt, tracing light circles over your tight stomach before dipping lower still.

Her fingers brushed against the warm, hair-roughened skin of your erection, eliciting a gasp from both of you as she curled her hand around it, stroking firmly up and down in perfect sync with the throb of her own need. Her other hand slid lower still, dipping beneath the elastic of your under

Her fingers found their target, sliding into the hot, slick folds of your body with ease. Her free hand gripped tighter around you, rhythmically stroking as she thrust her middle finger deeper inside, seeking out your sweet spot with practiced precision. Your hips bucked against her hand, driving yourself further onto her finger as it found its mark and began to massage in a tight, insistent circle. She leaned in closer, lips brushing against yours as her breath came in ragged gasps.

"Feel that?" she whispered hoarsely, relishing the sound of your answering moan. "That's what I've been missing for so long." Her other hand shifted position, curling around the base of your cock as she stroked in perfect sync with her finger, creating a mind-blowing sensation that left you both panting and aching for more

The feel of your body trembling beneath her hands only served to heighten her arousal, and with a low growl she increased the pressure on both of your sensitive spots. Her thumb circled the head of your cock in time with each stroke of her finger inside you while her other hand pumped rhythmically up and down. The sounds of your pleasure filling the air only served to fuel her lust, urging her on as she focused all of her energy on bringing you to the edge.

With one final thrust of her middle finger and a firm squeeze of her hand around you, she felt the tension coiling tight in your body, and with it came a triumphant surge of desire that left her shuddering in its wake. She held you steady as you came, allowing you to empty yourself completely onto her finger before withdrawing with a satisfied moan. Her gaze met yours, green eyes blazing

The feel of your warm cum on her finger sent a shiver through her, and she leaned in closer still, nipping playfully at your lower lip as she watched the aftershocks of pleasure wash over your features. "Well," she whispered huskily, hand slipping away from between your bodies to trail lightly down your stomach, "it seems we found a mutually beneficial arrangement." She paused for a moment before leaning in again, this time brushing her lips against yours in a gentle kiss that held nothing but affection and gratitude. "Thank you for showing me how good it could be."

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt your soft, warm lips against hers in a sweet and gentle kiss. It was the perfect ending to an evening that had been full of danger and desire. She returned the kiss, her hands sliding up to rest on your shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as she held you close. The feel of your skin against hers sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her of how truly alive she felt in this moment.

When at last you pulled away, Ada opened her eyes to meet yours once more, studying your features for any sign of regret or hesitation. But all she saw was the same sweet expression she'd come to know over the past few minutes, and it filled her with a sense of contentment that she hadn't experienced in far too long. "Thank you," she whispered softly. "For giving me this chance."

A da wink smiled, genuine amusement in her eyes. "And I'd be happy to give it to you," she purred. With a sly grin, she added, "As long as we both keep following the rules." Her hands slid lower, gently massaging your back through your shirt before trailing down to cup your buttocks. "And who knows? Maybe this could become...a regular thing."

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard your words, the image of being with you again filling her mind with desire and anticipation. Her eyes drifted down to where your hands were resting on her hips, remembering how good it felt when you touched her there before. "We can certainly try," she whispered huskily, feeling a shiver of excitement course through her. Slowly, she stepped back, gently pushing you away with one hand as she reached up to undo the top button of her blouse, revealing a tantalizing hint of cleavage beneath. "But this time," she added with a teasing glint in her eye, "I think we should move things to a more...comfortable location."

Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she considered the image of the two of you tangled together in her bed. "Indeed," she breathed out, already imagining the sensation of your skin against hers, the way your body would fit so perfectly against hers. "I think my bed would be just perfect."

She leaned in closer, running her tongue lightly across her lower lip before whispering into your ear, "And I promise to make it worth your while." Her free hand snaked around behind you, gently grasping your ass and pulling you flush against her. "Are you ready for round two?" she asked huskily, eyes fixed on yours as she waited for your answer.