Mia’s POV
The perimeter breach alarm screamed through the safehouse like a demon’s wail.
Damien was off me in a heartbeat, his c**k still glistening with our combined release as he snatched up his gun from the nightstand. c*m dripped down my thighs onto the silk sheets, but there was no time for modesty. I rolled off the bed, heart slamming against my ribs, and grabbed the handgun he’d given me earlier.
“Stay behind me,” he ordered, voice lethal. His naked, blood-streaked body moved like a weapon — every muscle coiled, c**k still half-hard and swinging as he checked the magazine. Even in mortal danger, the sight of him made my sore p***y clench with unwanted need.
The tablet flashed red: Multiple hostiles. East perimeter.
Damien pulled me into the walk-in closet that doubled as an arm
