Page 128 of Hunt Me

Then silence.

Erik’s voice comes through, satisfaction evident. “Clear. All teams stand down.”

I barely have time to process Erik’s stand-down order before Alexi’s hand closes around my wrist.

“Command center’s secure.” He pulls me from the terminal. “Dmitri, you have the feeds.”

Dmitri nods once, already sliding into my vacated chair.

Alexi drags me down the corridor, past the server racks, into the narrow concrete passage that connects the bunker levels. Emergency lighting casts harsh shadows across his face.

His breathing hasn’t settled. Combat adrenaline still floods his system—I can see it in the tension coiling through his shoulders, the predatory focus in his eyes.

“Alexi—”

He slams me against the concrete wall, before crashing his mouth against mine,, desperate and consuming. His hands tear at my shirt, buttons scattering across the floor as fabric gives way.

“You were incredible.” His voice rasps against my lips. “So fucking incredible watching you think three steps ahead of them.”

I respond with equal intensity, nails raking down his back through his tactical shirt as his hands yank at my jeans. Therough concrete scrapes my shoulders, cold against overheated skin.

“Watched you dismantle their entire operation.” He hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pins me to the wall. “Watched you make those bastards run.”

His belt buckle hits the floor. My jeans follow.

“Right here.” I’m already reaching between us, freeing his cock from his boxer briefs. “Need you right here.”

He positions himself and slams home in one brutal thrust.

I cry out, the sound echoing down the concrete corridor. Don’t care. Can’t care.

He fucks me hard against the wall, each thrust punctuated by ragged breathing. Primal. Desperate. Reaffirming life after flirting with death.

Footsteps echo somewhere down the corridor. Guards on patrol.

They slow as they approach.

“Don’t stop.” Alexi’s teeth find my throat. “Let them watch.”

The guards round the corner. Two of them, weapons lowered, eyes widening as they take in the scene.

Neither retreat.

“That’s right.” Alexi drives deeper, my back scraping concrete with each thrust. “Good girl. My perfect voyeur.”

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.”