All Chapters of Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Seems you two are having a nice chat."​The voice cut through the morning air like a freshly sharpened blade.​It wasn't raised, but the sheer coldness dripping from every syllable made the temperature on the terrace drop ten degrees instantly.​Daniel didn't panic, but his smirk subtly shifted as he slowly turned his head. I whipped my gaze over to see Lucien standing at the top of the terrace steps. He had stepped away from the engineers, his hands shoved deep into his dark trousers.​His dark eyes weren't lazy like Daniel's—they were pinned directly on the exact spot where Daniel's hand was still wrapped around my wrist, glowing with a cold, lethal possessiveness that made the air feel dangerously thin.​"Mind sharing what you were discussing, Daniel?" Lucien asked, taking one slow, heavy step toward us, his voice a low rumble that sounded like thunder rolling over the hills. "Because it looked like my second-in-command was forgetting who he works for."​Daniel finally let go of m

"I don't believe I've ever met anyone who was proud to call themselves a mad dog," I murmured, keeping my body low against the leather seats as I watched him slide the safety off his weapon. "Lucien Giovanni, you really are a strange one." ​Lucien’s low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through the quiet cabin, completely unfazed by the dozens of armed men surrounding us outside. ​"Strange?" he purred, glancing back at me over his shoulder. In the dim light of the tinted windows, his dark eyes held a fierce, terrifying brilliance. "Maybe, sweetheart. But out here, when the world is about to rot, you don't want a civilized man keeping you safe. You want a vicious, untamed beast." ​"Two," Daniel counted smoothly from the front seat, his finger resting lightly on the trigger of his suppressed submachine gun, his droopy eyes completely locked onto the driver’s side mirror. ​Lucien’s hand reached back, his fingers briefly tangling into my hair at the nape of my neck, tugging just enough to dr

Later that night, I stood in front of the vanity in my bedroom, casually drying my damp hair with a towel. I had just taken a nice bath and honestly, a nice bath was the best thing to ever happen to anyone. And thankfully, I would have the luxury of taking one frequently even as the apocalypse came. ​A quiet, firm knock echoed against the door, breaking me out of my thoughts. ​Assuming it was one of the estate staff dropping off the late-night inventory sheets, I walked over and pulled the door open. ​But it was not the staff. It was Lucien. ​He stood tall in the doorway, holding two crystal wine glasses in one hand and a vintage bottle of dark red wine in the other. But before he could speak, his dark gaze immediately dropped downward, locking onto my exposed collarbones—and the deep, unfastened V of my satin robe, which had slipped down to reveal the delicate top curve of my breast. ​"Why, hello..." Lucien purred, his eyes unabashedly trailing over my cleavage with a slow, sco

Lucien’s lips crashed into mind again, but they didn't stay on mine for long. He broke the kiss with a heavy, ragged exhale, shifting his weight down as his dark, hungry gaze became fixated on the bare skin exposed beneath my parted robe.​He lowered his head, pressing a hot, deliberate kiss to the hollow of my throat, making my head fall back against the pillows with a soft gasp.​"Lucien..." I breathed, my fingers clutching tightly at his broad shoulders as he took his time, trailing slow, heavy kisses down the slope of my chest and over the sensitive valley between my breasts.​Every touch of his hands and the scorching heat of his mouth sent electric shocks rippling straight to my core. He moved down with agonizing slowness, his hands gripping my waist to pin me to the bed while his lips trailed light, teasing kisses over my ribs and across the flat expanse of my stomach.​When his mouth reached my belly button, he lingered—his tongue flicking softly against the sensitive skin, ma

​My breath hitched sharply in my throat, my jaw dropping in utter mortification. ‘Oh God. He heard everything.’​"I... you shouldn't even be in here!" I choked out, forcing my voice to sound stern, though the fierce tremble in my chest completely ruined the effect. "Where's Lucien? What happened with the vehicles at the east gate?!"​"Relax," Daniel hummed, tilting his head slightly as his gaze rose back up to lock onto my flushed face. "False alarm. Just a few scout trucks from a local scavenger crew testing the fence line. Lucien and the watch detail drove them off in less than two minutes."​He leaned down just a fraction of an inch closer, his lips hovering mere inches from my ear, sending an involuntary shiver straight down my spine.​"The boss is downstairs right now, double-checking the jammer frequencies with the tech team," Daniel whispered, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive skin. "He sent me up to make sure you were locked in and safe..."​A dark, dangerously slow