(LANCE)
The armory floor was already slick with blood and c*m. My blood from the graze on my arm. My c*m still dripping down Eliona’s thighs. The red emergency lights turned everything into a slaughterhouse painting.
I kept Eliona shielded behind me, my c**k still half-hard and glistening, her leather cut the only thing covering her marked, trembling body. Guns were trained on us from every direction. Elena stood in the middle of it all, tears streaming down her face, hands raised.
“Choose me, Lance,” she begged, voice cracking. “Choose the company. Choose life. I did all of this because I love you. Don’t make me watch you die the way I watched Dad die.”
Ghost raised his gun, eyes dead and cold.
“Last chance, Unicorn. Hand her over… or we paint the floor with both your blood.”
Rico s
