Masuk"Answer me, sweetheart," he growled, the words punctuated by another slow, mercilessly deep thrust that lifted my hips right off the mattress."I—ah! Lucien..." I gasped, my hands scrambling blindly across his broad shoulders for something to anchor myself to. My voice was completely shot, barely more than a breathless, raspy whisper against the heavy slapping of our skin and the rhythmic creak of the bed frame.I couldn't even think straight, let alone put together a coherent sentence. When I had first approached him in that club, I was gambling on my future and all I had seen was a powerful, lethal weapon—a man whose shadows I could hide in to survive the coming apocalypse. I had planned to be useful to him so I could use him as my canopy.I never expected ‘this.’ I never expected the ruthless, unyielding mob boss to look at me like I was the most delicious meal in this goddamn universe, completely undone and driven mad by the mere sight of me."No..." I panted out, my finger
Lucien stripped off his shirt in one smooth, fluid motion, tossing it onto the floor.Even in the dim, flickering candlelight, his physique was imposing—a lethal map of hardened muscle, broad shoulders, tattoo inks and faint combat scars etched across his torso. He looked like a beast standing over his prey, raw, powerful, and completely unbothered by his own bare skin.He unbuckled his belt and pushed his dark trousers down his legs, stepping out of them.My breath caught sharply in my throat.This was my first time seeing him completely bare, and the sight sent a sudden, electric jolt of nervousness straight down my spine. The sheer size of his cock was terrifying—thick, heavy, and visibly pulsing with dark veins. It was definitely bigger than I had imagined, thick enough that a tiny, instinctual voice in the back of my head wondered how the hell he was planning to fit inside me.Lucien didn't give me time to overthink it. He rubbed his hand—slick with my own wet release—righ
I spread my legs wider, giving Lucien a completely unobstructed view, while my other hand reached up to cup my breast, squeezing tightly. I muffled a low moan under my breath as I slowly slid one slick finger inside myself, followed immediately by the second."Lucien..."His name left my lips, raw and pleading, as I began to pace the rhythm, thrusting my fingers in and out of my vagina. My chest heaved heavily, my teeth biting down hard on my lower lip to keep from crying out completely. Knowing he was sitting right there, taking in every single second of my self-inflicted pleasure, made the sensation ten times more overwhelming.I pried my heavy eyelids open to catch his reaction.Lucien looked ravenous—starving, like an animal completely in heat. His dark eyes roamed relentlessly over my trembling body, my flushed face, and the rhythmic motion of my fingers working between my thighs. But the moment his gaze snapped up to meet mine, the wild hunger in his face sharpened into s
I smiled bitterly at my reflection through the gathering steam. Love was a foolish, naive luxury from a world that didn't exist anymore. I had given my devotion to one man in my past life, played the loyal partner, and it had ended with my blood spilled on the cold ground.Not this time.In this timeline, under the impending collapse of humanity, I was done playing the self-sacrificing romantic. Love wasn't going to keep me alive—power, cold calculation, and pure, shameless self-indulgence would. Lucien and Daniel were dangerous, lethal predators, but right now, they were ‘my’ predators. I wasn't going to lose myself to either of them, but I was certainly going to enjoy every single bite of the delicacy they were laying out on a silver platter.I stripped out of my cargo pants and tank top, letting the clothes drop in a heap by the sink.Stepping into the deep tub, the scalding water engulfed my skin, burning away the phantom smell of gunpowder and blood from the sub-level war r
I walked upstairs to grab the inventory sign-off forms from my desk. If I wanted to requisition three more industrial water purifiers for the lower bunker level, I needed Lucien’s official clearance code on the hard copies before midnight. With the papers in hand, I made my way down to the sub-level war room. The heavy reinforced doors were slightly ajar, casting a single beam of harsh fluorescent light across the dark concrete corridor. As I drew closer, the low hum of electric machinery was shattered by a sudden, loud gunshot that echoed violently off the walls. I paused, flattening myself slightly against the doorframe, and glanced inside. The air in the war room was thick with the acrid, metallic tang of burnt gunpowder. Standing near the central tactical table, Lucien had a lit cigarette dangling casually from the corner of his lips, thin trails of gray smoke curling around his icy eyes. In his right hand, his black sidearm was still pointed downward. On the conc
Daniel laughed, the low sound rumbling against my shoulder as he leaned back into the plush leather of the couch."Man," he drawled lazily, his droopy eyes crinkling at the corners as he popped another stolen chip into his mouth. "I think I'd have had no problem being a nuisance if I'd gotten the opportunity to taste your lips by now."He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. So brazen of him.He tilted his head slightly, his gaze dropping to my mouth before rising to meet my eyes with a look that was equal parts teasing and dangerously sincere."The boss's been having all the fun," Daniel murmured, his voice softening into a low, gravelly rasp. "And I'm jealous."I went silent.The air in the room suddenly felt heavier, charged with a strange, crackling tension. I didn't push his arm off my neck, and I didn't flinch away, but my tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth.I looked at him—at the relaxed posture hiding the lethal instincts of Lucien's top commander, at the faint







