The armored vehicle rumbled to life as Lisa took the wheel, her hands steady, her focus sharp.

The fortress gates loomed ahead, their massive iron bars sliding open with a metallic groan. Beyond them, the world outside had transformed.

A perimeter had been established—neat rows of tents and temporary wooden houses lined the area, their structures sturdy and orderly.

The male soldiers stationed outside stood at attention, their postures rigid, their eyes fixed on the ground as we passed. They knew better than to meet my gaze.

Lisa kept her focus on the road, her grip tight on the wheel, while I leaned back in the seat, Angela settled in my lap. My fingers traced lazy circles through her hair, my other hand gently squeezing her tits, feeling the weight of them in my palm. She leaned into my touch, her breath soft and steady, her body relaxed against mine.

The soldiers outside noticed me through the tinted windows, their expressions tightening as they bowed their heads slightly, their voices dropping to whispers. The silence was almost deafening—exactly how I liked it.

I chuckled darkly to myself. Good. If these dogs dared to make noise, if they dared to challenge me, I would kill them all without hesitation. But for now, their fear was enough. Their submission was enough.

Angela shifted slightly in my lap, her lips brushing my ear. "You enjoy this, don't you?" she murmured, her voice low and amused.

I smirked, my fingers tightening slightly on her breast, earning a soft gasp from her. "I enjoy control," I replied, my voice a dark purr. "And right now, everyone out there knows exactly who's in charge."

Lisa glanced at us in the rearview mirror, her lips curving into a smirk before she focused back on the road. "They're smart to be scared," she said, her voice dry. "Most of them have seen what happens when someone crosses you."

Angela chuckled, her hand resting on my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns over my shirt. "And yet, here we are, driving toward something that could be even more dangerous than them."

I leaned in, my lips brushing her neck, my voice a dark whisper. "Danger doesn't scare me, Angela," I murmured. "It excites me."

She shivered, her body pressing closer to mine, her breath hitching as my hand slid lower, my fingers teasing the hem of her shirt. "Then I hope you're ready for whatever's waiting for us," she whispered, her voice tinged with anticipation.

I grinned, my eyes flicking up to meet Lisa's in the mirror. "Oh, I'm always ready."

She sat in my lap, her body pressed against mine, her breath hitching every time my fingers traced the curves of her waist before sliding up to tease her tits through the thin fabric of her shirt. I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch, her back arching slightly as she tried to suppress a moan.

"You're distracted," I murmured, my voice low and rough, my lips brushing her ear. My cock, already hard and throbbing, pressed against her ass, a constant reminder of what I could give her—and what I could take.

Angela bit her lip, her eyes fluttering as my fingers pinched her nipples, twisting them just enough to make her gasp. "Dexter…" she whispered, her voice breathy, "we're on a mission—"

"And yet," I growled, my hand sliding down to grip her thigh, my fingers inching closer to the heat between her legs, "you're soaking for me." My cock pulsed, poking against her, demanding attention.

She whimpered, her hips shifting slightly, unconsciously grinding against me. "You're impossible," she breathed, but there was no real protest in her voice—only need.

I chuckled darkly, my fingers tightening on her nipple, twisting harder this time. Angela gasped, her body jerking, a soft cry escaping her lips. "You love it," I murmured, my teeth grazing her earlobe before biting down—just enough to make her whimper.

"Dexter—!" she hissed, her fingers clutching at my shirt, her body trembling as I slid my hand under her shirt, cupping her bare breast, my thumb flicking over her hard nipple.

"Shhh," I growled, my other hand snaking around to slap her ass—hard. The sound echoed in the car, and Angela jolted, a moan tearing from her throat.

"Fuck—!" she gasped, her body arching as I slapped her again, this time lower, my fingers brushing against the wet heat of her pussy.

"You're dripping," I growled, my cock twitching as I grinded it against her ass. "And we're not even there yet."

Angela's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as I pinched her nipple, twisted, and then bit her lip when she tried to protest. My teeth sank into the soft flesh, pulling slightly before releasing, leaving her breathless and aching.

"You bastard," she whispered, but her voice was thick with desire, her hips rolling against me, begging for more.

I grinned, my hand sliding between her thighs, my fingers pressing against her soaked panties. "And yet, you're begging for it," I murmured, my fingers rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clit.

Angela moaned, her body shuddering, her fingers digging into my thighs. "Dexter, please—" she begged, her voice breaking.

"Please, what?" I growled, my fingers slipping under the fabric of her panties, two of them pushing inside her tight pussy. Angela cried out, her back arching, her body clenching around my fingers.

"You want me to fuck you right here?" I whispered, my lips brushing her ear, my voice low and rough. The thought of burying myself inside her, of filling her while Lisa drove, oblivious—or maybe not—sent a jolt of excitement through me.

Angela blushed deeply, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "Lisa is watching," she whispered, her voice tinged with embarrassment and desire. "How will I face her?"

I chuckled, my hand sliding away from her breast, letting her go—for now. "Then maybe you should behave," I murmured, my eyes flicking up to the rearview mirror. Lisa's face was red, her grip tightening on the wheel, her breath uneven. Oh, she heard everything.

Angela shifted beside me, her body still trembling, her cheeks flushed. She bit her lip, her eyes darting between Lisa and me, mortification and arousal warring in her expression.

The next three hours passed in tense silence, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the vehicle. The green hue in the sky grew brighter, more pronounced, its pulsing light casting an eerie glow over the landscape. The rift was unmistakable now—a tear in the sky, shimmering with unnatural energy, as if reality itself was unraveling at the seams.

"Stop the car," I ordered, my voice cutting through the silence. Lisa nodded, pulling over to the side of the road. The engine died, and the sudden quiet was deafening, the only sound the distant hum of the rift's energy.

I stepped out, my boots crunching on the dry earth, my eyes locked on the pulsing anomaly above. Angela and Lisa followed, their expressions a mix of awe and unease.

"We go the rest of the way on foot," I declared, my voice firm. "Stay close. And watch for anything… unexpected."

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