(LANCE)
The armory door hung off its hinges in a cloud of smoke and dust. Elena stood in the wreckage, tears streaming down her face, hands raised in surrender. Behind her, Ghost, Rico, Vixen, Victor and Diego Salazar, and a wall of armed men had their guns trained on us.
I didn’t let Eliona go.
I kept her pinned against the steel lockers, her legs still locked around my waist, my c**k buried to the balls inside her dripping p***y. The red emergency lights painted the scene in blood and shadow as I f****d her slow and deliberate — one last defiant claim while the final siege stared us down.
Cum from every hole I’d taken tonight ran down her thighs and dripped onto the concrete floor in thick, obscene drops. Blood from a graze on my arm mixed with it, creating dark crimson pools at our
