Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 541: Diana Executes the Traitor

In less than a single second of real-world time, I had killed every single attacker in and around the villa. I returned to my exact original position, still wrapped tightly in Diana’s protective embrace. I hugged her back just as fiercely, kissed the top of her head, and finally deactivated God Speed.

The world slammed back into normal speed with brutal violence.

Gun triggers were pulled — but the guns were gone. The armed men’s bodies jerked violently as their severed arteries finally released.

Blood exploded from their throats in dramatic, arterial sprays, painting the walls and floor in bright red. They collapsed like broken puppets, gurgling and choking, eyes wide with sudden, confused terror as they realized they were already dead.

The entire corridor turned into a slaughterhouse in an instant — bodies hitting the floor with wet, heavy thuds, blood pooling rapidly beneath them in growing lakes.

Katrina’s eyes widened in pure, horrified shock. "What... what the fuck happened?! How—?! They were all alive a second ago! Their throats... their guns... where the hell did everything go?! This isn’t possible!!"

Grace stood frozen, gun still raised, staring at the sudden massacre in utter disbelief. "What the actual fuck just happened?! They were about to turn us into Swiss cheese, and now... their necks are slashed wide open?! Their guns vanished?! Boss... what the hell is going on?!"

Diana, still hugging me tightly, slowly turned her head. Her eyes widened in complete astonishment as she saw the carnage — every attacker dead on the floor with clean, lethal slashes across their throats, weapons mysteriously vanished.

"What... what is going on...?" she whispered, voice trembling with confusion, awe, and something close to reverence.

"What happened to them...? How did they become like this in less than a second...?"

The underground corridor, which had been seconds away from becoming our tomb, was now a silent graveyard of blood and bodies. The metallic stench of blood hung thick in the air, mixing with gunpowder and fear. Bodies lay twisted on the floor in growing pools of red, throats slashed clean, eyes still frozen in their final moments of confusion.

Diana didn’t care about any of it. She turned to me with tears welling up in her eyes, her usual dominant mask completely shattered by raw fear for my safety. Her voice cracked as she frantically ran her hands over my chest, arms, and face, checking for any injury.

"You didn’t get hurt... did you...?" she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Please tell me you’re okay, Dexter... if even one bullet touched you... I... I don’t know what I would do..."

Grace and Katrina stood frozen in complete shock, staring at the massacre around them. Grace’s gun was still raised, her mouth slightly open in disbelief. Katrina looked pale, eyes darting between the dead bodies and us, unable to comprehend how an entire team had been wiped out in what felt like less than a second.

I pulled Diana into a tighter, reassuring hug, wrapping my arms around her trembling body and pressing her head gently against my chest. I stroked her hair softly and whispered, my voice calm and full of love:

"With me here, I will not let anything happen to you... If anyone dares to go against you, I will kill them all. Every single one. You’re safe with me, Diana. Always."

Diana gasped softly against my chest, her body tensing for a moment as she understood the full meaning of my words. She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, realization dawning across her face like lightning.

She looked up at me, searching my face with wide, glistening eyes, her hands still gripping my shirt protectively as if the danger might return any second.

The woman who had been ready to die for me moments ago now stared at me like I was something divine and terrifying at the same time — a mixture of awe, shock, and deep, overwhelming love.

"Did... you do this...?" she breathed, voice barely audible, filled with shock and wonder.

Before I could say another word that might reveal too much in front of Grace and Katrina, Diana suddenly rose on her toes, pressed her lips firmly against mine in a deep, silencing kiss. Her hands cupped my face desperately as she kissed me passionately, then moved her mouth right to my ear, whispering urgently but lovingly:

"We will talk later... don’t say anything out loud right now, baby..."

I could tell Diana was deeply surprised — her body was still trembling slightly against mine — but there wasn’t a trace of fear in her eyes when she looked at me. If anything, there was even more love, admiration, and a dark thrill. She wasn’t scared of my power. She was in awe of it... and of me.

Grace finally lowered her gun, still stunned. "Boss... what the hell just happened here? One second, they were about to turn us into Swiss cheese, the next... their throats are slashed wide open?! Their guns vanished?! This isn’t fucking possible!!"

Katrina took a shaky step back, her face pale with terror. "I... I didn’t do this... I swear... What kind of monster...?"

Diana ignored both of them for a moment. She stayed in my arms, pressing her forehead against mine, her voice soft and intimate despite the carnage surrounding us.

"You really are my everything," she whispered, so quietly only I could hear. "My powerful, protective love... I’m not afraid of you. I never could be. I’m just... so proud. And so in love."

She kissed me once more, slower this time, full of emotion and relief, before finally turning her head toward the others. Her voice regained its cold, commanding tone as she addressed Grace and the trembling Katrina.

"Grace... deal with the traitor."

Grace didn’t hesitate. Her face twisted with pure rage as she raised her gun and pointed it straight at Katrina’s head.

"Even though I don’t understand what the fuck just happened here," Grace snarled, voice dripping with venom, "I will never let a traitor like you walk away. You sold us out. You sold the Boss out. You put all of us in danger. There’s no forgiveness for that."

Katrina’s eyes widened in panic. She raised her hands desperately, backing up against the wall. "Wait— Grace, please! I was threatened! They had my mother! They said they would kill her if I didn’t help them! I didn’t have a choice— I swear! Boss, please— tell her! I never wanted to hurt you!"

Diana looked at Katrina with ice-cold eyes, then gave Grace a single, slow nod.

Grace didn’t wait another second. She pulled the trigger without mercy.

BANG!

The gunshot echoed violently through the underground corridor. Katrina’s head snapped back as the bullet slammed into her forehead. Her eyes went wide for a split second in shock and betrayal before her body crumpled lifelessly to the floor, blood pooling beneath her head.

Grace lowered her gun, breathing hard. "Traitor scum. Threatened or not... You still chose to point a gun at the Boss and her man."

Diana didn’t even glance at Katrina’s body. She kissed me once more, deep and grateful, completely unbothered by the blood and bodies surrounding them.

The underground corridor, once filled with the promise of death, was now a silent graveyard — all because of the man she loved.