Chapter 32 Iris #2
One guard adjusts himself through his tactical pants, hand moving with purpose as he watches.
The other follows suit moments later.
Heat floods through me—part shame, part raw arousal that I’m being watched, being used, being claimed where anyone can see.
“They’re getting off on this.” Alexi’s voice drops to that dangerous register. “Getting off watching me fuck what’s mine.”
“Go ahead.” Alexi’s voice carries absolute authority as he continues fucking me against the wall. “Touch yourselves.”
The guards exchange glances, uncertain.
“That’s an order.” He drives deeper, forcing a whimper from my throat. “Jerk off while I breed my girl.”
The first guard’s hand moves to his belt. The second follows, both freeing their cocks.
I should be mortified. Should protest, demand privacy, something.
Instead, heat floods through me as both men stroke themselves, eyes locked on where Alexi’s cock disappears into my body.
“Look at them.” Alexi’s teeth scrape my jaw. “Look how hard they are, watching you take me.”
I turn my head, meeting their gazes. Both men groan, hands moving faster.
“That’s it.” Alexi shifts his angle, hitting that devastating spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “Let them see how perfectly you take my cock.”
The taller guard’s breathing accelerates, his fist working his shaft with desperate rhythm.
“They’ll never touch you.” Alexi’s possessive growl sends electricity down my spine. “Never feel how tight you are, how wet, how fucking perfect.”
I clench around him involuntarily, the thought of being displayed but never shared igniting something primitive in my core.
“But they can watch.” His thrusts grow more purposeful, each one driving me harder against the concrete. “Can watch me fill this pussy with my cum.”
The second guard makes a strangled sound, his hand moving frantically.
“Can watch me breed you.” Alexi’s fingers find my clit, circling with devastating precision. “Put my baby in you right here where they can see.”
“Alexi—” His name breaks on a moan as my orgasm builds, coiling tighter with each thrust.
“That’s right, detka.” His voice roughens. “Come on my cock while they watch. Show them who you belong to.”
The taller guard reaches his edge first, cum spilling over his fist as he groans my name.
The sound triggers my release. I shatter around Alexi’s cock, crying out as pleasure rips through me in waves.
Alexi follows seconds later, his release flooding hot and deep as he buries himself to the hilt. His groan vibrates through my chest, primal and possessive.
The guards come simultaneously, their grunts overlapping as cum splatters across the concrete floor. Both men’s eyes stay locked on where Alexi’s cock pulses inside me, filling me, marking me.
Holy fuck.
The realization crashes through my post-orgasm haze—I love this. Love being watched while he claims me. Love the way their eyes track every shudder, every whimper, every desperate clench of my body around his.
Heat floods my cheeks, but I don’t look away from the guards. Can’t look away from how they stare at me like I’m something sacred and profane all at once.
Alexi shifts, his cock still buried deep, and I gasp as the movement sends aftershocks rippling through my core.
“Perfect.” His lips brush my ear, voice rough with satisfaction. “My exhibitionist detka. Look how much you loved that.”
I did. God help me, I absolutely did.
The taller guard tucks himself away first, his gaze dropping to the floor as reality reasserts itself. The second follows, both men straightening their tactical gear, their hands shaking.
“Dismissed.” Alexi doesn’t pull out, doesn’t release me from where he has me pinned against the wall.
They retreat quickly, boots echoing down the corridor.
Silence settles, broken only by our ragged breathing.
“That was—” I start.
“Everything.” He finally withdraws, lowering me carefully to unsteady feet. His cum slides down my inner thigh, warm and obscene. “You were everything.”
My jeans lie crumpled on the floor, buttons from my shirt scattered across the concrete. I’m half-naked in a military bunker, dripping with his release, still trembling from being fucked in front of an audience.
I should feel ashamed.
Instead, arousal coils fresh and hot in my belly as I imagine doing it again. Being displayed. Being watched. Being claimed where everyone can see exactly who I belong to.
Alexi reads my expression perfectly. His smile turns predatory, dangerous, as he traces one finger through the cum coating my thigh.
“Oh, detka.” He brings his finger to my lips. “We’re going to have so much fun with this.”
I part my lips, taking his finger into my mouth and tasting our combined essence. The depravity of it—standing half-naked in a concrete corridor where anyone could walk by—should horrify me. Instead, I’m already wondering when we can do it again.
Who am I becoming?
For years, I built walls—firewalls, encryptions, security systems. I became Phantom, intangible, untouchable, and safe behind my screens.
Then Alexi crashed through every defense. While I hunted him, he hunted me right back, and instead of destroying me, he exposed me to myself.
“You’re smiling,” he murmurs.
“Just realizing something,” I whisper. “I’ve spent my life hiding and creating perfect security systems no one could breach.”
His hands find my waist, steadying me as I step back into my jeans.
“And now you’re letting people watch me fuck you in hallways?” His grin is wolfish, proud.
“Now I’m discovering what was behind all those walls.” I press my palm to his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “All these parts of myself I never let out.”
The fantasies I never acknowledged. The thrill of being watched. The primitive heat that floods me when he talks about breeding me, filling me, keeping me pregnant with his children.
“You make me brave enough to want things I never admitted to myself.”
He traces my jaw with callused fingers. “Brave enough to take them, too.”
“Yes.” I lean into his touch. “You destroyed my perfect security system, Alexi Ivanov.”
“And found something better inside?”
“Found me.” I press a kiss to his palm. “The real me. Not Phantom. Just Iris.”
The woman who gets wet when guards watch her being fucked. Who melts when her dangerous Russian hacker whispers filthy breeding fantasies in her ear.
“I love you for that.” The words come easily now. “For hunting until you found all of me.”