Ethan stood amidst the silence of the street, the only sound being the distant sirens of police who were far too slow to interfere with a war of this scale. He turned to Falcon 20, his voice returning to that cool, professional detachment.

"Get a cleanup crew inside. I left a massacre in there, and I want every trace of it gone before the sun comes up. Use the usual channels to keep the local authorities quiet," said Ethan.

"Consider it done, Boss. We'll scrub the place until it looks like it was never even open," said Falcon 20.

Ethan nodded and turned toward the armored SUV. He opened the door for Sarah, who moved like she was in a trance, and followed her inside. As soon as the door clicked shut, the heavy privacy partition between the cabin and the driver hissed upward, sealing them in a world of leather, ambient LED lighting, and thick silence.

The vehicle began to move, gliding smoothly through the city streets. Ethan turned to Sarah, noticing how her chest was still heaving, her pink aura now vibrating with an intensity he had never seen before—a frantic mix of fear and adrenaline.

"I'm sorry for everything that happened tonight, Sarah. This wasn't the ending I had planned for our dinner," said Ethan.

Sarah didn't look traumatized. In fact, her eyes were dilated, and a flush had crept up her neck that had nothing to do with the wine. She let out a short, breathless laugh that sounded almost manic.

"Are you joking? That was the most exhilarating thing I've ever seen in my life," said Sarah Miller.

Before he could respond, she lunged across the seat. She didn't just sit next to him; she climbed directly onto his lap, straddling him with her silk dress riding high up her thighs. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his suit jacket as if she were trying to anchor herself to the source of the power she had just witnessed.

"Let's pick up exactly where we left off. I don't want to talk anymore," said Sarah Miller.

She leaned down, her lips trailing fire across his collarbone before moving lower, kissing his chest through his shirt and working her way down with a hunger.

Her hands went straight to his belt, fumbling with the buckle before yanking it open. The sound of his zipper being pulled down was loud in the confined space. She didn't hesitate, pulling his hard cock free and taking him into her mouth.

It was a hungry, messy blowjob. She was so turned on from the entire day—the teasing, the risk, the dirty talk in the car—that she was almost frantic. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around him, taking him deep. A thick trail of spit connected her lips to his cock when she finally pulled back, gasping for air.

"I can't wait anymore," she panted.

In a quick, desperate motion, she shimmied out of her own pants, pushing them down to her knees. She hooked her thong to the side, not even bothering to take it off, and straddled him. With one sharp drop, she impaled herself on his cock.

Sarah didn't start slow. She immediately set a brutal pace, riding him hard, her ass slamming against his thighs. Over and over, she took him deep, her head thrown back, lost in her own pleasure. Ethan just leaned back, his hands on her hips, and let her have her way. He didn't use his abilities; he just enjoyed the raw, frantic energy of her fucking herself on him.

Her orgasm hit her fast and hard. She cried out, her whole body tensing as she shuddered violently, her movements slowing as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily.

Ethan let her catch her breath for a moment before he spoke. "Good," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Now it's my turn."

He grabbed her by the waist and easily lifted her off him. He manhandled her, turning her around and bending her over the center console, pressing her hot cheek against the cool glass of the side window. He kicked her legs further apart with his knee and positioned himself behind her.

He spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her tight asshole and the wet, pink lips of her pussy below. He watched for a second as he pushed his cock back into her cunt, the sight of her being stretched open by him. As he started to fuck her from behind, a steady, hard rhythm, he brought his thumb to her other hole. A small crackle of energy, a tiny spark of his power, made his fingertip vibrate against her anus.

The dual stimulation was too much. Sarah gasped, pushing back against him as he pounded her and his thumb worked her ass. It only took a minute before she was coming again, a loud, raw scream tearing from her throat as her pussy clenched around his cock.

The feeling of her orgasm milking him sent him over the edge. With a deep groan, Ethan buried himself as deep as he could and came inside her, filling her with his heat. He stayed there for a moment, his weight on her, both of them panting in the dark truck.

The SUV glided into the high-security perimeter of the Royal headquarters.

Ethan adjusted his clothes, his expression returning to that of a cold, calculating sovereign. He looked down at Sarah for a moment, her pink aura now a soft, tranquil glow in her sleep.

The door opened, and Falcon 20 stood there, keeping his eyes strictly forward. Ethan stepped out, then signaled to a pair of female staff members waiting at the entrance.

"Take her to one of the guest suites. Be gentle; she's had a long night," said Ethan.

"Yes, sir," said the maids in unison, carefully assisting the unconscious Sarah out of the vehicle and into the elevator.

Ethan didn't watch them leave. He turned toward the main corridor, his boots echoing against the polished floor. The lust was gone, replaced by the sharp, metallic taste of an impending war. He needed answers about the "Gifted" he had encountered and the logistics for the North.

He walked into the primary war room. The lights flickered on, illuminating the holographic maps of the Canadian border and the path to Only Point Black. Ethan sat at the head of the long obsidian table, pouring himself a glass of water while he waited.

A few minutes later, the heavy double doors opened. Jason walked in, looking worn from his flight, followed by the towering, weathered figure of Old Falcon.

"You're back. Good. Sit down," said Ethan. "We have a lot to discuss before the sun comes up."

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