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Dim light from the stars out my window cast shadows that dance across Dylan’s chiseled features.
Our eyes lock in a fiery gaze that speaks volumes about the desires that have been building between us.
The sheets are soft and inviting, and I can’t help but feel a sense of intimacy and safety as I lay down on them. Dylan stands beside the bed, his eyes locked onto mine as he takes off his shirt, revealing the definition of his muscles and the darkness of his tattooed skin.
My heart races as I watch him undress, every movement exposing a little more of his perfectly sculpted body. He removes his pants, and I can’t help but feel my temperature rise as I take in the sight of his arousal.
As Dylan climbs onto the bed, crawling toward me on all fours, I gulp, marveling at his appearance, the perfect blend of hardness and vulnerability that is Dylan. He gazes back at me with a mixture of desire and apprehension, his eyes telling a thousand unspoken stories.
My fingers trace the outline of his tattoos before I push him down and climb on top of him, feeling his firm body beneath me, his muscles tense with anticipation.
Our lips meet in a frenzied kiss, our tongues dancing with one another in an intense exchange of passion. I can feel Dylan’s hands roaming my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
I run my hands over Dylan’s toned frame, tracing the lines of his muscles and feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
My breath hitches as I ride him harder and harder, needing to connect with him, needing to feel something anything.
“Take me away,” I beg him as a tear rolls down my face.
“I will,” he promises, rolling us over so he’s on top.
He kisses away my tear as he tenderly loves me, and when I orgasm, I cry even harder, and all Dylan does is hold me in his arms and wipe away my tears.
“Never give up,” he whispers in my ear.
“Never ever.”
CHAPTER 25
Three days later, the air in my office is tense as Alex briefs me on the latest developments regarding Douglas Anderson. The flickering light casts shadows across the room, mirroring the uncertainty that surrounds our next move.
Alex crosses his arms as he stands between the two chairs opposite my desk. “Anderson hasn’t left town. He’s holed up in an old warehouse near the docks. Security is tight, but we’ve got the layout.”
I nod. “Good work, Alex. It’s time we pay our friend a visit.”
“Tonight?”
“Why not?” I ask with a smirk, my heart racing at the chance to strike at the man who has caused me so much pain.
The plan unfolds swiftly as I gather my team—Alex, Jesse, Xavier, and Dylan. A few other members of Penumbra Legion come too as muscle.
“Anderson thinks he can hide and continue his operations,” I say just loud enough for everyone to hear without my shouting.“Let’s show him that there’s no sanctuary from the consequences of crossing us.”
All of us are armed, and we split into two large vans. Having too many vehicles would arouse suspicions, and this is a stealth operation.
Two stay behind with the vans. They’re wired to our comm units, so they’ll know when we need extraction.
As the rest of us make our way to the warehouse, the night cloaks us in darkness, a fitting backdrop for the clandestine operation ahead. The rhythmic sound of our footsteps echoes determination, a symphony of resolve in the face of a formidable adversary.
The warehouse looms ahead, a fortress of illicit activities, watched over by a few guards that Jesse handles. We move with calculated precision, navigating through the labyrinthine structure to reach our target.
“This guy’s been playing with fire for too long,” Jesse whispers.
Xavier smirks. “I’d say it’s time we extinguish it.”
As we breach the inner sanctum, Anderson’s drug stash comes into view, a trove of illegal substances that represent power, wealth, and, in our world, a commodity to be controlled. Cocaine, meth, and more.
Jesse and Xavier stalk the warehouse aisles, taking out the rest of the guards. When Anderson calls in for someone to say how it’s going, Dylan presses a gun to a guard’s throat so he answers in a way that doesn’t tip Anderson off.
