(LANCE)
I didn’t sleep. Not after Vixen’s betrayal and the RICO warrants. Instead, I kept Eliona locked in my arms all night at the penthouse, f*****g her slow and deep every time the rage threatened to pull me under. By morning, I had a plan.
We rode the private elevator straight to the 60th floor boardroom at 6:47 AM — before any executives arrived. I needed the room. I needed her. And I needed to lay out exactly how I was going to destroy the charges while my c**k was buried inside her.
The moment the doors closed, I shoved Eliona against the long mahogany conference table, yanking her tight pencil skirt up to her waist. No panties — I’d forbidden them the second we left the shower last night.
“Spread,” I growled, dropping to one knee.
She obeyed instantly, thighs parting on the co
