(LANCE)
The basement mirror room was collapsing around us. Plaster and debris rained from the ceiling as another explosion rocked the floor. I had Eliona bent over the war table, her leather cut open, my c**k buried deep in her ass while I f****d her with raw, desperate strokes.
There was no time for tenderness anymore.
“Take it,” I snarled, slamming into her tightest hole. “Take every inch while the tower burns.”
Eliona cried out, pushing back against me, her hands braced on the table as I railed her mercilessly. The mirrors around us showed every filthy detail — her marked body, my hand fisted in her hair, my thick c**k stretching her ass while c*m from earlier still leaked from her p***y.
I reached around and rubbed her c**t hard while I pounded into her.
“The boardroom betrayal s
