Dangerously His

CHAPTER3:Darkness and Deep Thrusts

The gunshot cracked inches from Nyra’s ear, muzzle flash illuminating Damian’s feral grin for a split second. Darkness swallowed them again. In one brutal motion he ripped her soaked lace panties aside, freed his massive c**k, and drove the thick, veined length straight into her dripping cunt.

Nyra cried out as her tight walls stretched around him, taking every angry inch until he bottomed out deep in her belly. She was soaked creaming instantly around the invasion and he didn’t wait. He f****d her hard against the wall, hips slamming forward in ruthless strokes while bullets whistled past in the black corridor.

“f**k …yes..give it to me,” she gasped, one leg hooked high around his waist, nails raking his back. Her p***y clenched and fluttered greedily, hot slick gushing down his shaft with every deep plunge.

“You still cream like a desperate little fucktoy for me,” Damian growled against her throat, biting down hard. “Twenty-eight years old and this tight cunt still opens so perfectly for a man old enough to ruin you.” He angled his hips, dragging the swollen head of his c**k over her G-spot on every withdrawal before slamming back in, balls slapping wetly against her.

Gunfire erupted from both ends. Flashlight beams sliced through the dark. Damian spun them without pulling out, pinning Nyra’s back to the opposite wall so his body shielded hers completely. He kept pounding into her soaked heat, one arm locked around her thigh to hold her open while he raised his gun and fired twice—two bodies dropped with heavy thuds.

Nyra moaned brokenly, her cunt spasming harder around his pistoning c**k. “Harder…fuck me while you kill them,” she begged, voice wrecked. She pushed back to meet every brutal thrust, her juices squirting around his thick shaft and dripping down her thighs.

He laughed low and filthy. “Greedy brat. You want to come on my c**k in the middle of a firefight?” His free hand slid between them, fingers rubbing vicious circles over her swollen c**t. The wet, obscene sounds of her p***y taking him echoed louder than the distant shots.

Nyra shattered. Her walls clamped down violently, squirting hard around his c**k as the orgasm tore through her. She bit his shoulder to silence her scream, thighs shaking while her cunt milked him in rhythmic pulses.

Damian didn’t slow. He f****d her straight through it, drawing out every flutter, then yanked out only long enough to spin her around, bend her over the low console table, and slam back inside from behind deeper, rougher. Her t**s spilled free, n*****s scraping wood as he railed her with short, punishing strokes, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

More boots thundered closer. Lucien’s voice crackled down the corridor, ice-cold. “She’s bleeding or she’s mine, Damian. Choose.”

“She’s creaming and dripping my c*m, Voss,” Damian snarled back, never missing a thrust. “And this perfect little hole is going to take every drop before I paint the walls with your blood.”

Nyra pushed back against him shamelessly, f*****g herself on his c**k. “Fill me breed me right here,” she moaned. “I want your load running down my thighs when we run.”

Damian’s rhythm faltered, his c**k swelling thicker inside her fluttering walls. “Then take it, baby. Take every f*****g inch like the c**k-hungry slut you were born to be for me.”

The corridor lights flickered on in harsh strobes. Lucien’s men charged from both directions.

Damian roared, slammed balls-deep one final time, and erupted. Thick, heavy ropes of c*m flooded her clenching p***y—pulse after pulse so much it overflowed instantly, creamy white mixing with her slick and streaming down her legs. He kept grinding deep, forcing every spurt against her cervix while he emptied both guns over her shoulder, dropping three more attackers in rapid fire.

Nyra came again on the feel of him breeding her harder this time,her cunt spasming and squirting around his throbbing c**k, milking him completely dry.

He yanked her upright, still buried to the hilt inside her c*m-stuffed p***y, and dragged her toward the emergency stairwell. Fresh blood trickled from the graze on his arm. His mouth brushed her ear, voice low and filthy.

“This load is only the start. When I get you safe, I’m tying you down and pounding this greedy, c*m-filled cunt until you forget every name but mine.”

The stairwell door slammed shut behind them.

Lucien’s voice echoed over the speakers, colder than death:

“She’ll still be leaking your c*m down her thighs when I take her back.”