Linda suddenly let out a weak, broken moan and then went completely limp beneath Selena, her eyes rolling back as exhaustion finally claimed her. She had passed out cold, her body twitching faintly with aftershocks, cum and squirt still slowly leaking from her ruined holes.

Selena was barely any better. She lifted her drenched, exhausted face from between her mother’s thighs, breathing heavily, her chin and lips covered in a messy mixture of cum, squirt, and saliva. Her arms trembled as she tried to hold herself up.

Diana watched them for a moment with a satisfied smirk, then gently pulled me back. "Enough for now," she said softly, helping me pull my clothes back on with surprisingly tender hands — buttoning my shirt, zipping my pants, and straightening my collar like a caring wife.

"Let these two worthless sluts get some sleep. They’ve earned their rest after being such good little cumrags."

She took my hand and led me toward the door. Before leaving, she glanced back at the unconscious mother and tired daughter. "Sleep well, you filthy pair. We’ll play with you again soon."

As soon as we stepped outside the room, Grace was already waiting in the dimly lit hallway, looking tense and professional.

"Boss," Grace said urgently, "we need to change the location. I think it’s best if we leave America. It’s not safe here anymore. The situation is getting hotter by the hour."

Diana shook her head firmly and tightened her grip on my hand. "I’m not leaving."

Grace’s expression tightened. "But boss—"

"No buts," Diana cut her off sharply, her voice cold and final.

I gently pulled Diana closer, looking into her eyes. "Diana... I think she’s right. It’s really not safe here anymore. We should consider moving."

Diana’s face instantly changed. A flash of hurt and vulnerability crossed her usually dominant features. She looked up at me, almost pleading.

"No... I’m not leaving," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "After all this time... we finally got together. Are you telling me to leave now? After everything we’ve done... after everything I’ve given you?"

The raw emotion in her voice hit me hard. I pulled her into a tight hug, wrapping my arms around her possessively and pressing her head against my chest.

"I’m not leaving you alone," I said softly but firmly. "I’m going with you... wherever you go. I don’t care where. As long as I’m with you."

Diana’s body relaxed in my arms. She looked up at me, eyes glistening, then rose on her toes and kissed me deeply on the lips — a long, passionate, loving kiss right in front of Grace, not caring who was watching. Her tongue brushed mine tenderly as she poured all her emotions into that kiss.

When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were slightly flushed. She rested her forehead against mine and whispered, just loud enough for me to hear:

"You really are the only one who can make me weak like this... I love you."

Grace stood silently to the side, watching the intimate moment without saying a word, though a faint trace of surprise was visible on her usually stoic face.

Diana finally turned back to Grace, still holding my hand tightly, her fingers interlaced with mine. "Prepare a safer location inside the country for now," she ordered, her voice regaining its usual commanding strength. "We’re not running away. Not yet."

Grace nodded reluctantly. "Understood, Boss."

Diana leaned her head on my shoulder as we started walking down the dimly lit hallway, her body pressed affectionately against mine. For a few moments, only the sound of our footsteps echoed around us. Then she spoke softly, almost hesitantly.

"Dexter... what should I do with those women?" She looked up at me, searching my eyes. "I know you don’t want me to hurt them. After all... they are now your women, no matter what."

I looked at her in genuine surprise.

Diana chuckled lightly and tapped the tip of my nose with her finger, a playful yet loving smile on her lips. "You fool... I know you better than anyone in this world... hehe."

I was stunned. What she said was absolutely true.

Even before I gained these abilities, I had numerous affairs with my mother’s colleagues, powerful office women, and many married women. Yet I had never destroyed their lives or hurt their families. And even after gaining my powers, during my time in the Stone Age world, I played with many women... but I never truly harmed any of them. Once they became mine, something in me always wanted to protect them instead of breaking them.

I pulled Diana into a warm, tight hug and kissed her gently on the forehead, holding my lips there for a long moment.

"Thank you for loving me so much..." I whispered against her skin, my voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for understanding me as no one else does."

Diana’s arms wrapped around my waist as she nuzzled into my chest, clearly about to say something tender in return.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A sudden barrage of gunfire exploded from the far end of the corridor. Bullets ripped through the air with vicious cracks. One of Diana’s guards standing near the corner was hit instantly — his body jerked violently as three rounds slammed into his chest, blood spraying across the wall behind him. He collapsed without a sound.

Almost immediately, the terrifying crack-crack-crack of high-powered sniper fire joined in. Windows along the hallway shattered violently in rapid succession — glass exploding inward like deadly shrapnel. A shard sliced across a running guard’s face, opening a deep gash as he screamed.

"Contact! We’re under attack!" Grace shouted, drawing her weapon.

More gunfire erupted. A sniper bullet punched straight through a window and took off the top of another guard’s head in a horrific spray of red mist. His body dropped like a puppet with cut strings, blood pooling rapidly on the floor.

Diana’s eyes widened with fury and worry. She yanked me hard against the wall, shielding my body with hers as bullets whizzed past us, tearing chunks out of the plaster.

"Stay low!" she hissed, pulling out her handgun.

Another window exploded just ten feet ahead of us. A sniper round slammed into one of Diana’s female operatives, who was trying to take cover — the bullet tore through her shoulder and exited in a spray of blood, spinning her around before a second shot hit her in the back. She screamed once and went silent, sliding down the wall.

Grace returned fire toward the distant windows while shouting into her earpiece, "Evacuate! Site is compromised! Multiple hostiles with sniper support!"

The hallway had turned into a killing field. Bullets ripped through the air in deadly lines. Another guard tried to run across the corridor and was cut down mid-stride — two sniper rounds hit him in the leg and torso, sending him crashing through a shattered window frame. Glass and blood rained down as more windows continued to explode from precise, high-velocity shots.