(LANCE )
The armory door was the last thin line between us and hell.
I didn’t waste time talking. I lifted Eliona, wrapped her legs around my waist, and pinned her against the steel lockers. Her leather cut hung open, her marked, bruised, c*m-filled body completely exposed to me as I thrust back inside her soaked p***y in one deep, possessive stroke.
The entire clubhouse shook as the first explosion rocked the outer fence.
I f****d her hard and fast, the lockers rattling violently behind her with every brutal snap of my hips. Her moans mixed with the distant gunfire and the roar of enemy bikes pouring through the breached perimeter.
“This is the final siege, baby,” I growled against her throat, biting down hard enough to leave another fresh mark. “And I’m going to f**k you through it.
