(LANCE)
The 45th-floor war room still smelled like gunpowder and s*x when I made the call.
I dragged Eliona out of the Chapel and straight onto the raised executive stage in the main open-plan office area — the one normally used for company presentations. Spotlights came on automatically. Every surviving brother and the live video feed to the rest of the club now had a perfect view.
I lifted her onto the stage, bent her over the sleek glass podium, and shoved her leather skirt up to her waist again.
“Time to show the whole club — and anyone watching — exactly who their new queen is,” I growled loud enough for the cameras.
I dropped to my knees behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and buried my tongue in her still-leaking p***y and ass at the same time, licking up every drop of my c*m wh
