The vehicle tore through the iron gates of the Grefo estate, its tires kicking up loose gravel as it entered the private compound.

By the time the vehicle crossed the secure perimeter, Jannah’s psychological resolve had completely disintegrated. The relentless, deep pumping of Dorrent’s four fingers from behind, combined with the suffocating cloud of his winter-frost pheromones, had thoroughly shattered her logical defenses. Trapped by her own traitorous omega biology, she had actively demanded he stop the digital torture—submitting entirely to his terms. Her fingers had frantically unbuckled the remaining leather restraints, and in a state of pure, localized delirium, she had straddled his lap.

Now, as the car glided toward the lower parking garage, Jannah was busy riding his cock.

"Ah! Ahhh!" Jannah moaned loudly, her head thrown back, her unkempt dark hair flying wildly over her flushed shoulders as she set a frantic, desperate pace on his shaft. The internal friction was overwhelming; her tight, weeping walls were completely engulfing his thick length, convulsing around the hot steel of his anatomy with every violent downward stroke.

Dorrent let out a deep, guttural grunt, his chest heaving under his torn silk shirt. He kept his left hand firmly locked onto the steering wheel, expertly directing the fast-moving vehicle down the concrete ramp into the parking deck using one hand. His right hand clamped tightly around her fragile waist, his fingers digging into her bare skin to anchor her rhythm.

"Ride faster, Jannah! Speed it up!" Dorrent commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against her chest. He tilted his hips upward, meeting her descents with brutal force, his eyes darkening as he felt the intense, crushing grip of her vagina. "Mmm, fuck... Your walls are literally choking me. Swallow all of it!"

"Ah! I can’t..." Jannah wailed, completely lost in a sea of primitive pleasure, her hands slamming against his muscular shoulders for balance as she accelerated her movements, her behind slamming hard against his thighs with a loud, wet friction.

Suddenly, as Dorrent swerved the transport into the parking bay and shifted the gear into park, a sharp, loud knock rattled against the dark, tinted glass of the driver-side window.

Jannah’s eyes flew wide open in absolute horror. Through the dark film of the window, she could see the unmistakable, silver-haired silhouette of Shadron Valerius standing under the bright fluorescent lights of the garage. He was leaning forward, his face mere inches from the glass, trying his best to peer into the darkened interior of the vehicle.

Panic seized her chest. Realizing she was caught naked and spread-eagled on the CEO’s lap, Jannah frantically reached down, her small hands grabbing Dorrent’s wrist. "No... no! Dorrent, don’t! Please, don’t lower the window!" she whispered hysterically, trying to pull his hand away from the dashboard controls.

But Dorrent completely ignored her desperate pleas. Consumed by a toxic wave of S-tier arrogance and possessive pride, he wanted his friend to see exactly who was currently enslaved to his anatomy. With a cold, deliberate smirk, he pressed the electronic toggle.

The tinted window rolled down with a smooth, mechanical hiss.

Shadron leaned his elbows against the door frame, his sharp eyes widening in absolute, unadulterated shock as the hyper-sexual, musk-laden air of the cabin hit his nostrils. His gaze swept over Jannah’s bare, flushed back, her long pale legs wrapped around Dorrent’s hips, and the heavy, wet connection between their bodies.

A broad, highly amused grin stretched across Shadron’s features. "Well, well, well... what an incredibly ironic twist of corporate policy," Shadron chuckled, his voice echoing loudly in the quiet garage. He looked directly at Dorrent’s sweaty, unyielding face. "Correct me if I’m wrong, my corporate king... but isn’t that the exact same house maid you stood in my penthouse and called ’filth’ a month ago? The one you swore was dirty, stank of the slums, and wasn’t worth a single credit?"

Shame, hot and burning, flushed through Jannah’s entire system. The memory of their past deception flashed in her mind, and she instantly froze, her internal muscles locking up as she tried to pull her body off his lap to hide her face from Shadron’s mocking gaze.

"Don’t you dare stop, Jannah," Dorrent growled fiercely.

He gripped her waist with ironclad strength, completely pinning her down onto his shaft, refusing to let her move an inch. He glared out the window at his best friend, his voice dropping into a dangerous, flat vibration. "Ignore the moron standing outside. Keep moving."

When Jannah remained frozen in pure humiliation, Dorrent took complete control of the movement himself. He arched his back violently, his hands forcing her hips down while his own pelvic bone slammed upward, launching his cock deep into her entrance with a savage, unyielding momentum.

"Mmmph—!" Jannah screamed, the sudden, explosive depth of the thrust sending a shockwave of intense friction straight to her core.

Before the sound could echo across the garage, Dorrent shot his right hand forward, clamping his palm firmly over her mouth, stifling her traitorous cries into a series of muffled, trembling whines. Jannah’s eyes teared up once more; she violently turned her face the other way, staring rigidly at the passenger door, completely avoiding any eye contact with Shadron as Dorrent continued to relentlessly fuck her right in front of him.

"What the hell are you even doing at my estate at this hour, Shadron?" Dorrent barked, his breathing turning ragged as he continued to pump his hips upward into Jannah’s slick body, entirely unfazed by his friend’s audience.

Shadron let out a loud, exhausted sigh, running a hand through his silver hair while the wet, rhythmic slaps of Dorrent’s groin hitting Jannah’s behind filled the air. "My private penthouse is currently a complete war zone, Dorrent. A literal fire. Seven different high-district omegas I’ve been sleeping with somehow found out about each other and met up at my complex. They are probably tearing the walls down and scratching each other’s eyes out right now. I needed an emergency escape, so I came to crash at your place for a few days."

Just as Shadron finished speaking, Dorrent’s possessive fury reached a breaking point. Driven by the need to completely dominate the conversation and mark his territory, he dug into Jannah’s entrance with such an aggressive, volatile force that her small frame was lifted entirely off his lap, her head lightly striking the padded upholstered roof of the car.

"Ahhg!" a muffled, strained gasp escaped through Dorrent’s fingers on her mouth, her internal walls violently convulsing around his shaft from the sheer impact.

Shadron’s grin instantly vanished, his eyebrows knitting together in genuine concern as he took a step back from the window. "Whoa, whoa, cut the savage routine, Dorrent. Go slow on the pretty girl, man. You’re going to completely tear her apart if you keep slamming her like a caveman."

"Get the hell out of here, Shadron," Dorrent roared, his eyes flashing with a lethal, crimson light that made his Alpha aura expand violently inside the concrete bay. "Go inside the mansion or I will personally throw you out before you settle in."

Shadron immediately raised both of his hands in an immediate, placating gesture of complete surrender, a mocking smile returning to his lips as he began to back away. "Alright, alright! I’m leaving, my fierce king. Enjoy your gutter-jewel. I’ll see you in the morning... if she survives the night."