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Before I could line up my cock to her sweet pussy, a loud crash sounded in the room.

She screamed as the window burst in, and I dove to cover her.

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MILA

My heart lurched into my throat, pounding hard as I struggled with another scream. Fear enveloped me. All traces of that bliss from my orgasm were gone. I was no longer turned on, eager and impatient for Alek to fill me with his long, hard cock.

Panic and utter fright. I was locked in a world of terror, trapped and tied to the bed with no means to run or hide or protect myself as the soldier rolled on the floor after breaking into the apartment. I hadn’t paid much attention to the one window of this place. It was curtained so well that it blended into the bland details.

But one of my father’s men had reached it. He’d broken in, and now as he skidded to a stop, he aimed a gun at us.

Alek plastered himself over me, and I wanted to sink into the mattress beneath him. Even if he hadn’t tried to paint the differences between himself and every other man, I witnessed this critical difference in live action.

Andrey had used me as a shield. But Alek covered my body with his to shield me.

In the same deft dive he made to cover me, he reached to the side and pulled his gun from the holster on his back. He hadn’t even gotten to the stage of taking his clothes off before he fucked me, and now I was glad for it.

He leaned over, his strong arm locked and strong as he aimed his gun.

Everything happened so quickly, it felt like a macabre blur, but I recognized the soldier. Yusef, one of my father’s oldest, most trusted men. He rose up on one knee, leaving it among the shards of glass, to aim his gun right at me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my face to Alek’s shoulder as Yusef pulled the trigger. He fired faster. I felt the kickback from Alek’s gun with his body smashed over mine, and I held my breath.

Another shot was fired, but I lived. No searing pain touched me, and Alek didn’t grunt in pain either.

“You motherfucker!” Yusef roared, pulling my focus toward him. I opened my eyes and fought the instant urge to gag at the sight of his forearm as a mangled, bloody mess. Alek had aimed precisely at his gun hand and hadn’t missed. Yusef’s gun clattered to the floor, busting another piece of the glass.

Alek didn’t speak as he rolled off me and stalked toward the intruder. I lifted and kicked my legs, trying to get my dress to fall over my bare pussy, but I couldn’t hide my breasts with Alek no longer covering me. Modesty was overrated at the moment, though. I doubted Yusef cared as Alek fired twice more, getting the man in his knees.

Yusef toppled forward, right onto the glass, and I tensed at each vicious shout and groan that left his lips. Threats and curses, hexes and damns. He hurtled every profanity he could at Alek, but he didn’t seem to listen as he tucked his dick back into his pants and zipped up. Keeping his gun at the ready, he approached Yusef then walked past him. As he walked across the room, he breathed hard, and his broad back rose and fell with his rapid inhales. It was another testament to his strength and athletic fitness. First, he went to the window and checked whether anyone else was coming. Then he slammed down a storm covering to close the entrance Yusef had formed.

I watched him, tense and so agitated from this sudden shock that I didn’t know where else to look. Seeing that tall, strong man grounded me somehow, and I was afraid to take my eyes off him. Try as I might, I couldn’t tune out Yusef’s yelling and groaning. He remained on the floor, cut among the pieces of glass and Alek’s precise shots.

Alek stood before him, training his gun on the bleeding man. Before he addressed him, he looked at me. “Are you all right?”

All right? Holy shit, no, I wasn’t all right. I had just gone from the high of almost losing my virginity to my enemy to screaming for the fear of losing my life. Still, I nodded shakily and tried to steady my breaths.

I am all right. Because you protected me.

He nodded in reply, grabbing a towel from the back of a chair and tossing it to me. The room wasn’t that large, so I wasn’t shocked that he threw it with accuracy, covering my bare breasts.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Alek kicked Yusef, prompting him to roll over.

Yusef turned onto his back and scowled at him. “I’m not telling you anything.”

Alek lowered his gun and shot Yusef’s other arm. “Talk.”

Yusef growled, then cursed at him again until Alek aimed his gun at his dick.

“I’ll keep you alive as long as I need to. Now fucking talk.”

I licked my lips, scared but not terrified by the violence. I was raised with this kind of a lifestyle. My father had never outright exposed me to this kind of killing and torture, but it always existed in the peripheral of my mind.

“He’s one of my father’s men.”

Alek glanced at me.

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