Page 52 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 2

I laid my head against his shoulder while he plundered my ass. His hot breaths panted over my cheeks. The growls and grunts created shivered waterfalls of bliss that pooled in my loins.

“Oh fuck,” Mateo roared as he came, filling my ass with his spunk.

But then he pulled away, leaving just Axel beneath me. His monster dick buried in my cunt.

“My turn,” he growled. He moved like lightning. One minute my pussy was full of his dick, then he lifted me off his body. Turned us both around on the couch cushions until I was on my hands and knees with him behind me. His cock nudged my ass, the head sliding past the rim of muscle.

Axel’s fingers dug into my hips. He plowed inside until his balls slapped against my engorged clit. The pleasure was so intense my arms collapsed. My face landed on the cushions with my ass up in the air.

Axel crowded his big body around mine. One of his hands shot beneath my and teased my clit, rubbing furious circles as he pounded my ass into the ground grunting and groaning the whole time.

It was raw. Primal. Animalistic as he fucked my ass.

“We’re keeping you, Angel. You’re ours now and forever. We’re never letting you go.” He followed his words with brutal thrusts that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He fucked me so hard stars erupted behind my closed lids.

I loved every depraved second of it. It was the best sex of my life.

“Come, Angel, right now.” He pinched my clit and drove deep inside my ass.

I came, clawing my fingers into the cushions. My body trembled and shook with tectonic force. My pussy clenched with sonic waves that set off a chain reaction in my ass. It was the deepest, most earth-shattering climax of my life. I might have seen the face of god.

Axel came with a thunderous roar, furiously pumping inside me as he spilled his seed. His climax set off a secondary round of tremors in my body.

I laid on the couch. My body limped and sated. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even lift my head to thank them for the most amazing fuck of my life. Because they had fucked me into oblivion.

“Sleep, Angel, we’ve got you covered.” Axel pressed a kiss against my forehead and withdrew his shaft.

I was too far gone to do more than mumble my response. Inhaling deeply, the tide carried me out to sea and darkness descended as I lost consciousness.

Chapter seventeen

New Plans

Gideon

IcoveredKyliewitha blanket after I dressed. We’d fucked her into a stupor. I could use a solid night sleep myself. But we had business to contend with before we could rest. We’d need to have a rotating schedule like we had on the boat with one man on watch while the others rested. As much as I wanted to believe we outsmarted Santos, I knew better. The moment we let our guard down, he would strike.

I jerked my head toward the stairs with a finger over my mouth. Kylie didn’t need to know what we found downstairs. Her husband had been the vilest scumbag. How she survived life with him, I would never know. Mateo had already uploaded the bulk of the data we uncovered and forwarded it to headquarters. He’d also sent a copy to his cloud server as a backup, in case anything went awry with the files at headquarters.

Maybe I was being paranoid, but I’d rather ensure nothing happened to the stuff we needed to take Santos down, then risk it being lost.

Kylie’s sick fuck of a husband had brutalized women. We had hundreds, if not thousands of hours of videos where Carlos Vega had sexually assaulted women. There were email lists with men who’d paid him large sums of money to watch the videos and then bid on the woman.

And the paper trail on the human trafficking went all the way to the top. In email after email, he mentioned Senor Santos thanked them for their continued support of their enterprises. We had Luka Santos over the barrel, because Carlos Vega had not only saved those emails to his private server. There was encrypted email communications between him and Santos, stating the new shipment of women were ready for transport. This house served as a meeting point for buyers to pick up their purchases.

Evil fucker.

But we had lists of buyers that would be a starting point for agents to rescue the women who were kidnapped and sold on the black market. Some of them might not be alive any longer. The requests for what these sick fucks were looking for enraged us.

We would do everything in our power to coordinate rescue missions. And I prayed we’d find them all. But I knew the odds were against us.

After the footage we’d seen, we were ready to end Santos. For that motherfucker, rotting away in a jail cell was too good of a fate. He deserved to be six feet under along with Kylie’s dead husband.

We headed downstairs and into the office Mateo located on his search. The room was sizeable for an office. There was a computer station with a bank of monitors. When he hadn’t been brutalizing them, the cameras fed into the monitors with a live stream. It’s likely how he kept tabs on the kidnapped women. On another wall was a bank of computer servers. Mateo had hooked them up to his computer, loading all the info onto his cloud. So far, we’d barely combed through five percent of what was on those servers.

“What’s going on? Shouldn’t one of us stay with Kylie?” Axel scowled, glancing over his shoulder with a worried frown.

I hated leaving her alone too. But duty called. If we wanted to keep her safe the best way to do that was to finish this case. “She’ll be fine for the time being. I doubt she’ll wake up anytime soon. We need to discuss the way forward with the information Mateo and I uncovered earlier without her around.”

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