Lahat ng Kabanata ng Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

I bit my bottom lip, my hole twitching as it anticipated his heavy intrusion. And then it finally came. He drove his hips forward in one deep thrust, burying his cock all the way to the hilt in a single stroke.​"Fuck—!" I gasped, my back arching violently off the marble counter as my inner walls stretched around him, instantly gripping every hard contour of his cock.​My head threw back, my gaze catching the ceiling before flicking toward the dark hallway. Through my heavy, half-lidded eyes, I could make out the faint, pale outline of Daniel's face in the shadows—watching every inch of Lucien taking me, his lazy posture stilling as he took in the explicit show I had engineered just for him.​"You're so fucking tight," Lucien growled, his hands clamping down hard onto my hips, anchoring me to the marble as he pulled back just enough to slam back in with a heavy, deliberate rhythm. The clatter of the kitchen island vibrating under his weight filled the quiet room. "Look at me, Amber."

When we reached the bedroom, Lucien held the door open for me. As soon as I stepped inside, he pulled a small handheld comms unit from his waist, tapping the screen with a sharp, efficient flick of his thumb.​"Rook," Lucien rumbled into the channel, his tone instantly reverting to that cold, commanding pitch. "Check the infirmary supply logs. Bring a pack of emergency contraception up to my quarters immediately."​He didn't wait for a reply before cutting the connection and tossing the device onto the nightstand.​I leaned against the foot of the bed, wrapping my arms loosely across my chest as I watched him grab a fresh glass of water from the carafe. "Delegating at two in the morning, Boss?"​"It's his job," Lucien said smoothly, setting the glass down on the nightstand.​We waited in the quiet room for nearly ten minutes, the silence stretching between us until the comms unit on the nightstand buzzed with a sharp, double chime. Lucien picked it up, pressing it to his ear.​"Speak,

Daniel tore out of the compound garage, the engine of the sports car roaring as he pushed the speed limit down the highway toward the commercial district.After securing our bulk order of medical supplies and reproductive health products from a private distributor—paying double in cash to ensure discreet delivery directly to the compound—Daniel didn't immediately head back. Instead, he pulled into the parking lot of a high-end dessert parlor in the heart of the city's shopping plaza."What are we doing here?" I asked, looking at the bright, glass-fronted ice cream shop."Getting ice cream," Daniel replied smoothly, cutting the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. "We have an hour before we need to check in with Lucien. Every time we step out, the Boss is looming over you like the hound he is. Now that it's just the two of us, I want to make a moment out of it, Feisty."I rolled my eyes, but the corners of my lips tugged upward. "We're only a couple days away from total collapse, Daniel

​In my previous life, before the apocalypse, I had spent thousands of dollars trying to buy their approval. I bought Fiona expensive jewelry, paid off Selma's tuition debts, and tolerated their endless, subtle insults because I loved Jayden. I had been blind enough to mistake their greedy smiles for genuine affection.​Now, seeing them in their rawest, most pathetic form—gossiping over Jayden’s unconscious, bandaged body while defending his infidelity—the last shred of hesitation I had vanished entirely.​They didn't even care that Jayden had been beaten within an inch of his life. They only cared that the cash cow was gone, and they were bitter about it.​Getting to Jayden’s life support monitors—and Karen’s in the adjoining recovery room—wasn't going to be a simple walk-in. Selma and Fiona were hovering right beside his bed like vultures, blocking the entire corner.​I pressed my back flat against the hallway wall, my eyes narrowing as I mentally mapped out how to draw both of them

​The tires shrieked violently against the asphalt, the sudden deceleration hurling my head forward—thank goodness for the seatbelt catching me with a hard snap against my chest.​"What the hell, Daniel?! You almost—"​The words died in my throat as he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over me in a single, fluid motion. His massive frame shadowed the entire passenger seat, trapping me against the leather backrest. His face was so close I could feel the ragged heat of his breath against my lips, so close it looked like he was about to devour me whole.​I gulped, my heart slamming wildly against my ribs. "Daniel?" I called, breathless.​"You tempt me a lot, Feisty," he growled, his raspy voice dropping into a thick, dark register that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. "So don't blame me if I fall for it."​"T-tempt you? What did I do?"​He didn't kiss my lips. Instead, he dipped his head, planting a frantic, searing trail of kisses across my cheek, down the slope of my jawli