All Chapters of The Commander’s Price: Claimed in the Apocalypse : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Valerie’s POV The sky turned the color of bruised plums before the first siren went off. I stood on the glass balcony of the central city penthouse, watching the horizon. A thick, dark crimson cloud crawled over the distant skyscrapers. It did not look like a storm. It looked like blood filling a glass of water. Down on the streets below, cars were locked bumper to bumper. People abandoned their vehicles, running toward the underground transit stations. The city was screaming, but up on the thirtieth floor, the sound only reached me as a faint, buzzing vibration. "Close the glass door, Valerie. You are letting the heat out." Cynthia sat on the velvet sofa, entirely untouched by the panic outside. She swiped through her tablet, her manicured fingers moving with complete calm. She wore a silk dress that cost more than I made in three months at the clinic. She always looked perfect. Even when the emergency broadcasts started looping on every television network an hour ago, she bare

I held the mask tightly against my chest, pulling away from her. "There is only one spare, Cynthia. Garrison gave it to me." "Give it to me, Valerie," Cynthia demanded, her voice rising to a screech. "You always try to take what's mine! First Father's attention, then my engagement, and now this? You want me to die!" I shot back. "Shut up," Garrison growled. The sheer force of his voice made both of us freeze. He didn't look at Cynthia. He kept his eyes on the iron doors of the elevator shaft. "The next person who speaks without my permission gets left in this tunnel. Am I clear?" Cynthia shrank back, her lips trembling as she glared at me. Garrison hit the manual release lever. The iron gates slid back with a loud, metallic screech. The maintenance tunnel was vast, lit by flickering fluorescent tubes. A heavy, armored transport vehicle sat twenty yards away, its engine idling with a deep, low rumble. But between us and the vehicle, three figures were wandering through the d

I sat frozen on the edge of the table, legs still open, the air cold against my bare skin.My pussy was still throbbing, wet and empty, aching from how deep he had been only seconds ago. My nipples remained hard, sensitive, brushing against the torn edges of my open shirt every time I breathed. Between my thighs, I could still feel the stretch of him, the unfinished heat that refused to fade.Garrison stood in front of me, breathing hard. His cock was still fully hard, thick and glistening from being inside me, standing rigid against his open pants. A muscle worked in his jaw as he stared at me, clearly fighting the urge to push back in and finish what the intercom had cut short.For thirty long seconds neither of us moved.Then he exhaled through his nose and forced himself to step back. He shoved his cock back into his pants with a rough hand, the movement stiff with leftover need, and zipped up. He picked up his vest from the floor, fixed his uniform with sharp, practiced movements