Love Unbreakable

The guard, hearing the noises, smirked suggestively before walking away.

Clearly, he concluded that the occupants were still busy, given the uproar coming from inside.

Then, the guard muttered under his breath, his pulse quickening.

He entertained the thought of possibly joining in later.

Though the guard wasn’t permitted to engage with the women in that room, Nicole, having been summoned separately, was an exception in his book.

His interest was piqued, and he entertained thoughts of having his own version of fun.

As the guard stood outside, lost in his thoughts, Nicole, fatigued from her act with the bed, mustered the energy to open the door.

The guard, who had been waiting outside and smoking with growing impatience, caught sight of Nicole.

Her clothes were damp and clung tightly to her figure, which made his eyes widen in surprise.

The temptation was palpable.

Her cheeks glowed with joy, and she appeared utterly content.

Nicole walked up to the guard and feigned a stumble, conveniently falling into his arms.

Though they shared no common language, some sentiments transcended words.

The guard discarded his cigarette, crushing it underfoot, then hoisted Nicole up and carried her toward the rear of the hut.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Men like the guard were rough around the edges.

Inside the lounge, a higher-ranking officer slumbered, and having the officer relinquish his quarters was out of the question.

Instead, the guard took Nicole to a secluded spot at the back of the hut and began his assault.

As the guard attempted to pull down Nicole’s pants, Nicole responded swiftly, embracing him tightly and inhaling deeply before making her move.

The guard’s gasp of surprise underscored his awe at Nicole’s audacity and bravery.

She was bold and intriguing, a force to be reckoned with.

It was no mystery why another had sought her company in the dead of night.

Convinced Nicole was amenable, the guard allowed her to take charge.

Nicole gracefully rose to her feet and sent him a ki*s that left him reeling with desire.

Then, with chilling composure, Nicole drove a fruit fork deep into his neck.

Unlike the previous man, the guard was stronger and managed to hurl Nicole to the ground with a grunt.

A stabbing pain radiated through Nicole’s chest, hinting at broken ribs.

“Puff!” Exhaling sharply, blood burst from her lips, splattering the vibrant green grass with vivid red hues.

The guard clutched at his throat, his attempts to call for help reduced to desperation.

With the fruit fork embedded in his vocal cords, only muffled gurgling sounds escaped him.

Blood streamed from the wound in his throat.

He could no longer hold himself upright and gradually sank to his knees.

The fork remained lodged in his neck, his breath ragged.

Despite his dire state, he fixed Nicole with a glare filled with fury and malice, inching toward her.

Men in this line of work were relentless.

Even on the brink of death, his intent to end Nicole’s life persisted.

He struggled to make any audible sound, hoping to catch the attention of two other guards nearby.

Luckily, the secluded spot behind the hut, shielded by thick grass, kept their struggle unnoticed.

Nicole had a sense of where the other guards were positioned.

Two more were stationed about 500 meters away, oblivious to the chaos unfolding here.

The night had descended to this deep, dark hour when even those well -rested from the day found their senses dulled, their sharpness to sounds and sights significantly blunted.