Todos los capítulos de Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

I grabbed a plate, loading it up with eggs and crispy bacon, before sliding into a chair opposite Daniel.​Across the mahogany table, Lucien didn't even pretend to look at his tablet anymore. He sat back, his broad shoulders filling out his shirt, his intense, dark gaze burning into the side of my face as I calmly picked up a fork.​After three solid minutes of his suffocating, unblinking glare, I finally set my fork down with a quiet clink.​"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I met his eyes. "Is there something on my face, Lucien?"​Lucien leaned forward, resting his elbows on the wooden surface. He lazily brushed his knuckles against his jawline, his icy eyes narrowing into something dangerously sharp.​"By 'I took care of it myself'..." Lucien began, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration that instantly cut through the room. "...you mean you...?"​My cheeks flared with a sudden spike of heat, but I forced my expression to remain cool.​"Damnit, Lucien," I hissed, lea

"I want you, Amber." Lucien said my name with that gravelly, desire-filled tone and it made my breath hitch and my body quiver.​​"Lucien..." I whispered breathlessly right into his mouth, my forehead resting against his as my fingers clutched tightly at the fabric of his shirt. "Why don't we... why don't we save that feast for tonight?"​"Because I'm starving ‘now’," he murmured, his heavy gaze dropping to my lips before locking back onto mine with a dark, unyielding intensity.​"But Lucien…"“There's no one here," he said.“Yes, but we're in the middle of a hallway—"​"Let me have you, Amber," he interrupted, his voice dropping into a thick, desperate command that sent an electric shock straight through my veins.​He didn't just hold me; he hitched my thighs up slightly, hauling me flush against his solid frame so my feet were barely skimming the concrete floor. The sudden shift in angle pressed my lower stomach directly against his hips—and there was no mistaking the rock-hard man

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

​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

"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