(LANCE)
The roof snipers were still aiming at our glass walls when the rage finally snapped.
I didn’t speak. I simply grabbed Eliona by the throat, spun her around, and slammed her chest-first against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. The same window Rico’s Gulf Cartel ghosts were watching through their scopes.
“Jealous rage f**k,” I snarled against her ear, yanking her leather skirt up and kicking her legs apart. “That’s what you’re getting right now.”
I freed my c**k and slammed into her soaked p***y in one violent thrust, burying myself balls-deep while the entire tower seemed to hold its breath. I f****d her hard and mercilessly, hips snapping against her ass so forcefully the glass vibrated under her t**s.
“Gulf Cartel tactics,” I growled between savage strokes, o
