Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 524: FBI Director’s Daughter

I locked eyes with Diana, her usual icy composure fractured by a flicker of something raw—nervousness. It was a look I’d never seen on her before, and it sent a chill down my spine. Before I could speak, Grace’s phone blared to life, the shrill ringtone cutting through the thick silence like a knife.

Grace snatched it up, her fingers trembling as she answered. "Yes—" Her voice hitched. She listened, her expression shifting from shock to dawning realization.

"Understood." She hung up, her wide eyes snapping to Diana. "Boss..." she breathed, her voice thick with disbelief. "The FBI—they’re gone. They just... left."

Diana’s eyebrows shot up, her body tensing. "Explain."

Grace swallowed hard, her grip tightening around the phone. "Our team intercepted FBI communications. They retreated—on direct orders. " She took a shaky breath. "The reason? Selena. Her father is the FBI Director. They pulled out because they were worried about her safety. They thought she might be in the building."

A slow, dangerous smile curled Diana’s lips. "The daughter of the FBI Director..." Her voice was low, almost amused, but her eyes darkened as they flicked to me. The words dripped with venom. "She wants to hurt my Dexter. There is only one way for her, that is death. Whether she is the daughter of the FBI director or even if she is the President’s daughter, it doesn’t matter."

The air in the room turned arctic. Diana’s fingers twitched at her sides, her mind already racing ahead. "Grace," she said, her voice razor-sharp. "Did we secure her family?"

Grace nodded, pulling up a file on her tablet. "We have Linda—Selena’s mother. She was living abroad, divorced from Vincent years ago. And Selena does have a husband, Ryan. Senior FBI Agent." Her thumb swiped across the screen. "But we failed to capture Ryan."

Diana stepped closer, her heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. "Where are they now? Selena and her mother?"

"The villa on the outskirts," Grace replied, her voice steady despite the tension coiling in the room. "Both under guard. Selena’s been... cooperative, so far."

Diana let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Cooperative." She turned to me, her gaze burning with something dark and possessive. "Selena thought she could touch what’s mine." Her fingers trailed down my arm, her touch deceptively gentle. "She thought she could take you from me."

I opened my mouth to speak, but Diana cut me off with a look.

"Grace," she said, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Prepare the car. I want to see Selena. And her mother." She paused, her eyes glinting with something terrifying. "It’s time they learned what happens when you cross me. "

Grace nodded, already tapping commands into her tablet. "And Ryan? Selena’s husband?"

Diana’s smile was a blade, sharp and glinting with cold promise. "Oh, we’ll save him for last." Her fingers lingered on my jaw for a moment before she turned to me, her touch shifting from lethal to tender in an instant. Her hand cupped my face, her thumb brushing my lower lip with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine.

"After all..." she murmured, her voice a mix of velvet and venom, "a woman like Selena should watch everything she loves burn before she begs for mercy."

The air between us crackled with something dark and electric, the promise of violence and the heat of her touch twisting together in a way that made my pulse spike. Diana’s eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a fire that wasn’t just anger—it was hunger.

Grace slipped out of the room quietly, her footsteps fading as she moved to prepare the car. The moment the door clicked shut, Diana stepped closer, her body pressing against mine as she reached up to adjust my hair, her fingers lingering in the strands.

"You weren’t scared, were you?" she asked, her voice softening into something almost doting, her eyes searching mine with a mix of concern and something darker—pride.

I shook my head, a slow smile spreading across my lips. "As long as I’m with you," I murmured, pulling her against me, my arms wrapping around her tightly.

I could feel the heat of her body, the way her breasts pressed against my chest, the steady beat of her heart against mine. "Nothing else matters."

Diana let out a breath, her body melting into mine for just a second before her hands slid up my back, her nails digging in just enough to make me hiss. "You’re impossible," she whispered, her voice rough with something raw—relief, desire, the lingering adrenaline of the night.

"You should be running. You should be terrified. But here you are, holding me like I’m the only thing keeping you alive."

"Because you are," I admitted, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I’d rather face the FBI, the underworld, hell itself than lose you."

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her dark eyes glistening with something fierce and fragile.

For a moment, the mask of the ruthless arms dealer slipped, and all I saw was her—the woman who had trusted me with her darkest secrets, who had marked me as hers, who had just faced down the storm and come out standing.

"You’re mine," she whispered, her voice trembling with something like awe. "No matter what happens. No matter what I am. You’re mine. "

I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her hard, my hands tangling in her hair as I pulled her closer. She kissed me back with a desperation that matched my own, her fingers clutching at my shirt like she was afraid I’d disappear.

When we finally broke apart, her lips were swollen, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. "We should go," she murmured, but she didn’t move, her forehead resting against mine. "Grace is waiting."

"Then let’s make her wait," I growled, my hands sliding down to grip her waist, my thumbs brushing the curve of her hips. "Just a little longer."

Diana let out a soft, breathless laugh, but there was a shadow in her eyes—a reminder that the night wasn’t over, that the danger was still out there, waiting. "You’ll be the death of me, Dexter," she whispered, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she pressed closer, her lips finding mine again in a kiss that tasted like promise and peril. "But what a way to go."