"Damn this guy, who would've thought he'd hidden so much food here!" Jack Coleman neatly arranged the food and drinks from the fridge on the floor, laughing with a sense of accomplishment.
"Three bottles of red wine, all 1999 Château Le Pin from France, thirteen bottles of mineral water… over twenty bottles of various drinks… eleven steaks… more than thirty chocolates… thirty eggs… plus bread, cereal, crackers, sausages, pasta, instant noodles, potatoes, rice…"
"Oh my God, I'm starting to wonder if this guy knew the apocalypse was coming!"
Lena Whitmore excitedly inventoried the supplies, her excitement growing with each item. As she crouched, her snow-white breasts nearly spilled out of her dress, swaying enticingly with her movements.
Combined with the glimpse of her delicate, pink pussy peeking through her slender thighs, Jack felt his throat go dry with lust.
"Plus, this guy seems like a shut-in, probably holed up at home all day, which is why he bought so much stuff… Ugh! How the hell could a loser like him afford a villa here?!"
Jack grinned from ear to ear, looking at the pile of food and his seductive wife beside him. In this apocalyptic world, what could be more satisfying than having ample supplies, a safe haven, and a stunningly beautiful wife?
"Darling, this food is enough to keep us both here comfortably for half a month! In that time, I'm sure the Military will come to Hollywood to rescue people. After all, there are so many world-famous celebrities and tycoons there! They'd never just abandon them! And to get to Hollywood, they'd have to pass by here…"
Lena grew more and more excited, collapsing onto the smooth tiles in her enthusiasm. The movement fully exposed the alluring space between her legs—her pink lace panties barely concealing her glistening pussy lips and a few stray red pubic hairs.
It was the most beautiful pussy Jack had ever seen.
As a world-renowned superstar, he'd bedded countless top-tier beauties—Asian, European, African, you name it. But none of them had a pussy as fresh and enticing as Lena's, radiating a unique allure.
More importantly, the sheer thrill of fucking Lena was like an addictive drug to Jack. After marrying her, he learned that her rare, tight pussy.
Just resting the tip of his cock against her entrance would trigger an irresistible suction, pulling him deep inside. Even without thrusting, the rhythmic contractions of her pussy could milk him dry. Once a man experienced it, ordinary pussy would never satisfy him again.
Unable to resist his burning desire any longer, Jack pounced on Lena.
Fueled by excitement, the two lost themselves in a passionate kiss.
Now that they were the only ones left in the villa, they could finally indulge in their desires without restraint.
Lena's silky red dress slipped off, her full, perky breasts bouncing free. Jack greedily bit down on one, sucking like a starving infant.
With one hand kneading her soft breasts and the other sliding down her smooth stomach to her dripping-wet pussy, Jack was in heaven.
Lena was already soaked with arousal.
Jack's kisses trailed down her flat, flawless stomach, his tongue wriggling like a worm toward her glistening folds.
Though it had been days since they'd last showered, Lena's body still carried a faint, intoxicating scent. Combined with the quick wash she'd given herself using the remaining water in the bathroom, her pussy was irresistible.
Slurp—
"Mmm! ~~ Oh! ~~"
Lena's arousal gushed out, and Jack eagerly lapped it up, not caring in the slightest.
This was his goddess, his beloved wife. Right now, all he wanted was to bring her to ecstasy.
Vroom— vroom—
Screech— screech—
Suddenly, the sound of an engine and metal cutting echoed from outside the security door.
"What the hell?!" Jack jerked up in alarm, grabbing the fire axe and standing guard.
Lena's flushed face paled with fear, her perky breasts trembling.
Their moment had been ruined again, filling them with fury.
From where they stood, they saw a steel saw blade slide through the door's gap, slowly cutting downward. The heavy security door might as well have been paper under its assault.
"Ahhh!!" Lena screamed in terror, while Jack roared in rage, "Fuck! Shit! Who's there?! This is my villa! You're trespassing! This is illegal! Stop now, or I'll chop you to pieces with this axe!"
Before they could react, the security door was kicked open with a thunderous crash.
A shadowy figure stood in the doorway like a demon.
"It's… him… how is he not dead…?" Lena trembled in fear, her red dress and black lace bra slipping off, leaving her flawless body completely exposed.
"Y-you… how are you alive?!" Jack's eyes widened in horror, the fire axe clattering to the floor.
Resistance was pointless now.
Because staring back at him was the cold, dark barrel of a gun.
Yasin stepped inside with a smirk, casually tossing the saw aside before slowly closing the ruined door. He shoved a nearby shoe cabinet against it to block the entrance.
Then, raising the gun again, he fired at a painting beside Jack.
Bang!
The painting shattered, glass scattering across the floor.
Though it wasn't his first time handling a gun, the power to decide life and death with a squeeze of the trigger was a new rush for Yasin.
"Trespassing is illegal, huh? Then what's murder?"
His icy voice, laced with the echo of gunfire, sent chills down Jack and Lena's spines.
"From now on, I am the law here. Everything is under my control. Now—hands behind your head, and kneel."