(LANCE)
The penthouse was the only place left that still felt like mine. I didn’t waste time with words. The second the reinforced doors sealed behind us, I shoved Eliona face-down over the back of the leather couch, yanked her leather cut up, and slammed my c**k back into her still-swollen p***y in one savage thrust.
She cried out, fingers clawing at the cushions as I f****d her hard and deep, hips slapping loudly against her ass while the city skyline burned orange behind the glass.
“Rival ambush is coming,” I growled between brutal strokes. “But before it hits, you need to know exactly who we’re really fighting.”
I reached around and rubbed her c**t viciously, never slowing my punishing rhythm.
“Vixen’s childhood escapes weren’t just failed attempts — they were training exercises t
