Chapter 2
The oppressive, sweltering heat inside the reinforced panic room clung to Luca’s skin like a wet shroud.
Blinking through the dim glow of the emergency lighting, he slowly regained full consciousness.
The harsh, mechanical death rattle of the damaged filtration system echoed off the thick titanium walls, serving as a grim countdown to their impending suffocation.
Every breath he pulled into his burning lungs tasted incredibly stale, heavily laced with the metallic tang of dried blood, discharged gunpowder, and the pungent, unmistakable musk of explosive sex.
None of that mattered right now. His complete attention remained fiercely anchored on the stunning woman currently sleeping on him.
Zara Hayes, who should have been his enemy, lay sprawled across his chest, her soft, steady breaths puffing warmly against his collarbone.
The fierce bodyguard had been hired to protect the very target Luca had infiltrated the Louisiana bayou estate to execute.
Yet the violent, bloody standoff had spectacularly derailed both their jobs.
Instead of putting a bullet between her gorgeous brown eyes, he had spent the last several hours buried deep in her sweet pussy, becoming even more consumed by her.
Resting his calloused hands on the deep curve of her round ass, he marveled at the stark contrast of his pale, olive-toned skin against her rich, flawless dark complexion.
She was spectacularly beautiful, possessing heavy, large breasts that pressed against his ribs and incredibly thick thighs that currently straddled his hips.
The sticky, warm evidence of his cum still coated the inside of her soft thighs, slowly leaking from her pussy after the three violent, world-shattering climaxes they’d shared.
Knowing their oxygen supply was rapidly dwindling forced a surge of grim reality into his adrenaline-soaked brain.
They could not stay inside the twelve-by-twelve bunker forever.
Around them, the burning remnants of Donatello Rossi’s sprawling plantation were currently swarming with heavily armed mercenaries.
Moving with practiced, deadly stealth, he attempted to shift his weight to reach his discarded Sig Sauer on the floor.
Despite his careful silence, her combat reflexes proved inhumanly sharp.
Her long eyelashes fluttered open, her dark brown eyes instantly locking onto his face with razor-sharp clarity.
She did not panic, nor did she scramble away in fear.
Instead, she slowly pushed herself up, bracing her hands flat against his chest as she assessed the grim situation.
“The ventilation fan is about to die,” she noted, her voice raspy and deep, vibrating with a calm authority that made his cock immediately twitch with renewed interest.
He wanted to wrestle her onto her back and dive back into her pussy.
But staying alive came first. “We have maybe forty-five minutes of breathable air left,” he replied.
He let his palms slide slowly up her spine, tracing the deep dip of her lower back.
“If I bypass the electronic lock on the blast door, we walk right into a heavily armed hit squad. Whoever hit this estate brought military-grade ordnance.”
“I am fully aware of the tactical nightmare waiting outside,” she countered, shifting her hips slightly, making him groan.
The subtle movement dragged her wet, swollen pussy directly across his lower stomach.
A low, territorial growl vibrated deep in his throat.
They were both still naked, and his cock instantly hardened to absolute granite, surging upward to press heavily against her slick cleft.
The imminent threat of a violent death waiting just beyond the titanium door did nothing to cool the forbidden, primal heat boiling furiously between them.
If anything, the intoxicating combination of depleting oxygen and raw danger only magnified his overwhelming obsession with the curvy bodyguard.
“Are you sure you want to waste our remaining oxygen doing this again?” she asked. However, her breath quickened noticeably as he dragged his thumbs over the sides of her heavy breasts.
She had a point, but feeling the moist heat of her pussy against his body drove all other considerations from his head. “I am not going to die in this fucking box,” he stated firmly, gripping her thick waist to hoist her higher up his body. “And I’ll die before I let anyone touch you.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, assassin, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“I have noticed. So, before we blow that door wide open and have to face God only knows what, I need to taste you one more time.”
She let out a soft, breathy moan as he suddenly flipped their positions, pinning her lush back against the thin, sweat-soaked mattress of the single cot.
The narrow frame groaned loudly in protest beneath their combined weight.
Looming over her, he wasted no time. He completely bypassed foreplay, driven by the feral urgency thrumming through his veins.
Pushing her thick far apart, Luca settled himself deeply between her knees.
The dim red emergency light perfectly illuminated her soaking wet pussy, glistening beautifully against her rich dark skin.
He leaned down, gripping her hips firmly to hold her still, and dragged his tongue in a long, wet stripe right up her slick slit.
She arched off the mattress, her fingers tangling violently into his dark hair. “Fuck,” she gasped.
His response was to clamp his lips directly over her swollen clit.
Sucking hard, he rapidly flicked his tongue against her, aggressively drinking down her incredibly sweet, musky juices.
Her interior muscles spasmed wildly in response.
She tasted like pure adrenaline and primal desire.
He relentlessly devoured her, plunging two thick fingers deep inside her tight pussy to stretch her open while he continuously lapped at her clit.
She writhed helplessly beneath his ruthless assault. She bucked her round ass off the cot, demanding deeper penetration, surrendering her dominant control to him. The sounds of wet, sloppy friction and her ragged, desperate panting drowned out the terrifying silence of the dead ventilation system.
Feeling the frantic, rapid flutter of her vaginal walls gripping his fingers, Luca knew she was dangerously close to the edge.
He swiftly withdrew his hand and shifted his weight upward, aligning his rock-hard cock directly with her dripping wet opening.
Grasping her thighs, he hoisted her legs high over his broad shoulders, exposing her tight pussy to his demanding gaze.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his dark eyes blazing with possessive fury.
She met his intense stare, her chest heaving as she struggled for air in the suffocating room.
Maintaining complete eye contact, Luca thrust his hips forward violently, driving his thick cock into her soaking pussy right to the hilt in one brutal, uninterrupted motion.
A soft, lustful moan escaped from her lips.
Her internal grip was agonizingly tight, clutching his shaft like a scorching hot vice.
He instantly withdrew nearly all the way out before slamming his hips down again, deliberately battering her cervix with punishing force.
The tiny cot slammed rhythmically against the titanium wall, the loud metallic banging keeping time with his relentless, aggressive thrusts.
“Yes,” she moaned openly, her short, manicured nails biting deep into the heavily muscled flesh of his shoulders. “Give me all this big dick.”
He gladly obliged, surrendering to the feral instinct demanding he claim this woman as his own.
He pounded her fiercely, heavily slapping his hips against her lush body with every single deep stroke.
The friction was utterly maddening. The intense heat of the small bunker amplified the visceral sensation of their violently slick bodies sliding rapidly together.
Every time he pulled back, her wet pussy loudly smacked against his thighs, only to eagerly swallow his heavy cock whole on the very next downward plunge.
Reaching down between their heavily sweating bodies, she aggressively rubbed her own highly sensitive clit, unable to wait a second longer.
The dual stimulation shattered what was left of her control.
Her beautiful face contorted in pure ecstasy as a massive, violent climax ripped through her nervous system.
She clamped her legs tightly around his back, her exceptionally tight pussy milking his cock with aggressive, rhythmic contractions.
The feeling of her walls caressing his shaft snapped the last thread of Luca’s iron-clad control.
Roaring like a savage beast, he drove his cock incredibly deep, burying himself as far as physically possible.
His massive frame shuddered violently as he erupted, shooting thick, heavy ropes of extremely hot cum directly into her throbbing pussy.
He held himself still, ruthlessly emptying every single drop of his seed deep inside her.
For several agonizing minutes, the only sound in the sweltering titanium box was their harsh, synchronized panting.
Slowly, his exhausted muscles finally giving out, he collapsed heavily onto her lush, soft body.
The intense heat was practically boiling them alive now, the stale air growing noticeably thinner with every harsh breath they took.
“Get dressed,” Luca finally murmured, pressing a deeply possessive kiss to the side of her dark neck before pulling his slick cock out of her pussy with a loud, wet pop. “We have a war to fight.”