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I ride him relentlessly, punishing, until my own climax builds, a tidal wave I can’t hold back. Thirteen minutes glow on the screen, but it’s distant, irrelevant. I let go, clenching around him as I come hard, my orgasm ripping through me with a fierce cry. The force of it pulls him with me, and he cries out,shuddering violently as he spills inside me, his cock jerking in thick, desperate pulses.
We slam into each other, raw and unrelenting, our release tearing through us in waves.
When the last shudder passes, we sink down together—not soft, not tender, but savage and necessary. Our bodies are slick and breathless on the creaking bed. The timer ticks on, but for now, it’s only us, tangled in the wreckage of our desire.
Two minutes remain.
But we’re not done.
We never will be.
Chapter 54 – Kade - Lockstep Destruction
The motel room still reeks of sex, sweat, and smoke, the air thick with it as if it has seeped into the walls. The purge timer hit zero minutes ago, leaving only silence and the dead terminal in the corner. Morning light still cuts through the blinds, pale and indifferent, casting stripes of gold across the battered floor.
Celeste sits across from me on the bed, naked and unbothered, her skin still flushed, dark hair falling loose over her shoulders, and tangled from everything we did. Her thighs are marked from my grip, from her own choices. She wears the aftermath like proof.
I pull on my pants, the rest of my clothes hanging loosely around me, the second drive tucked inside my coat. The one we saved for Meridian.
“We need to move,” I say, my voice rough from everything she stripped from me.
She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t break her gaze. “Meridian.”
The word alone carries weight. Finality.
“We breach it today,” I continue, sliding the drive deeper into my pocket. “Before they get their footing again.”
She rises, steady and composed, every inch a queen in the aftermath of destruction. Her nakedness isn’t vulnerability. It’s defiance.
“We need a clean line,” she says, already strategizing.
“I have one. Offshore relay. No traces back. We’ll ghost through it.”
Before we leave, I grab my burner phone from the table where I dropped it as we entered the room, my fingers moving fast and dialing with precision. It only rings once.
“Two terminals,” I say into the receiver. “Clean, isolated, no logs. We’ll be there within the hour.”
A pause, then a gruff voice replies, “Understood.”
I hang up without another word.
Celeste watches me approvingly. “Contact?”
“Reliable,” I reply.
Her lips curve, sharp and dangerous. “Then we finish it.”
The sun is still high when we leave.
Before we step out, I reach into the hidden seam inside my coat—the emergency stash I’ve always kept in coats like this, always ready for emergency moments. I pull out thick stacks of unmarked bills, folded flat. I can’t help the faint satisfaction that stirs within me. I’ve always made sure to carry cash tucked away exactly for days when questions cost too much.
I count it quickly, setting a portion aside before sealing the envelope and sliding it back into my coat pocket. Celeste watches, her gaze sharp and unblinking.
“Always prepared,” she comments, her voice low.
“Always,” I mutter, patting the envelope that’s safely in my inner pocket.
We don’t speak as we slip into the streets, our faces hidden beneath hoods and shadows. Every movement is deliberate, every step calculated. I keep her close, my hand brushing against hers in brief, steady touches as we move.
