Chapter 97: Erotic Night of Barter

Night cloaks the camp in flickering torchlight. Guards watch us with hungry eyes, some catcalling Elena. Rage boils in me, but we're outnumbered. We're given a corner of the camp to sleep, a minimal courtesy from Cordero.Despite the watchers and tension, Elena seizes a moment to pull me behind a cargo crate, voice quivering. "They're eyeing me like a prize. I can't—" Her words break off in a sob.I hush her with a tender kiss. The fear electrifies our embrace, each stolen caress a desperate vow of comfort. She slides her hand down my chest, tears glistening, seeking reassurance in the only way we know. We cling together in a frantic, half-silent union, stifling moans so the guards won't catch us. Our hearts thunder, an erotic surge fueled by raw vulnerability.