‘After breaking out of Abstergo and being on the the run for months, I discover that Cal Lynch is more than just a little sex-starved when he responds to my seductions with a passionate and fevered energy. He pins me to the wall, ravishing me with unbridled lust, practically tearing my clothes off as he gets me undressed. We start off on the bed and end up on the floor, fucking like animals, and I’m left breathless and shaking and pleasured beyond belief when he finally comes inside me.’
‘Cal, Moussa, and Lin having comfort sex after their escape from Madrid.’
‘Imagine being Maria’s lover and being jealous of her relationship with Aguilar.’
I often find myself daydreaming of Cal. His lean body pinning me against the wall as his mouth assaults my neck. I’d moan softly as his stubble burns my skin, feel him smile against my flesh. He’d take me in his arm, hold me tightly against his chest as he carries me to the bed. Ugh, the thought of that man under me is enough to push me towards the edge.
‘Imagine being sandwiched in between Aguilar and Maria (who is wearing a strap-on). Aguilar banging your ass while squeezing your breasts. And Maria fucks you in the pussy while stimulating your clit. What a feeling!’
‘Imagine being Aguilar and Maria’s novice and them teaching you not only how to assassinate, but how to fuck properly.’
‘I wonder how many times Moussa and Lin almost got caught fucking by Sophia Rikkin.’
‘If Cal ended up going back in time to 1492 or if Aguilar and Maria ended up in Abstergo, I can imagine the three of them together. Cal being possessive of the two of them, while Aguilar is slightly over protective. Most of the time ending with the three of them having very rough, almost animalistic sex.’
‘I can’t help but to imagine how many times Ojeda must have chased down Aguilar and Maria just for the three of them to end up having rough, angry hate-sex.’
‘Cal Lynch has me pushed up against the glass wall of his cell in Abstergo, my bare breasts pressed to the cool glass surface, and he’s fucking me from the back – as my cries of wanton pleasure grow louder as I approach my inevitable climax, his thrusts become more rapid and urgent. He growls into my ear as I feel him come inside me, and I’m in a haze of pleasure as I reach my own orgasm. There are shapes moving behind the glass screen – we don’t care who’s watching.’