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Water droplets cascaded down the glass shower, veiling the cubicle in a shroud of mist. Within, the air was thick with heavy breaths and soft moans. Sam leaned against the glass wall for support, the warmth of the water enveloping them both.

"Ruth... faster," Sam's voice dripped with desire.

Ruth gazed down at the fair, undeniably delicate waist beneath him. The white skin reddened from his tight grip, resembling a vibrant flower blossoming amidst pristine snow.

Hearing Sam's desperate voice, brimming with lust and longing, Ruth increased his pace, his hardened member penetrating the small, tight hole with force. Releasing Sam's waist, he grabbed his right arm with one hand, while using the other to grip the back of his neck and press his face against the glass partition.

Straightening his waist, Ruth thrust forcefully, as if aiming to bury himself deep within Sam. Sam couldn't help but moan loudly as he felt the thick rod exploring his deepest parts. Tears of pleasure welled in his red eyes as he tried to steady himself, his thighs quivering from repeated pleasure, weakened even by the slightest touch.

Before Sam could give in to the overwhelming sensation, Ruth turned him around and lifted him into his arms, wrapping his left leg around his waist and spreading his right leg wider for him to enter.

Sam's eyes widened in fear, but before he could protest, Ruth silenced him by slamming his lips onto his own, claiming the soft petals for a long and devouring kiss. It was not gentle or sweet; rather, it was domineering and possessive, raw and primal, filled with tongue and teeth.

Gasping for air, Sam found himself unable to escape Ruth's relentless thrusting, the position providing more friction and skin contact between them. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed like a melody in his ears. Arching beautifully like a bow, Sam moved his waist to meet Ruth's advances.

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Ruth smirked as he slowly caressed the place where they were connected. Sam trembled in response; it was always his weakness, and Ruth was relentless in exploiting it, rendering him utterly vulnerable in his arms.

"Don't do that," Sam protested, attempting to free himself from Ruth's hold.

Using his hand, Ruth rubbed between Sam's thighs, feeling the wetness. "Your body tells me otherwise," he whispered in Sam's ear, biting the helix gently.

Without warning, Ruth moved his waist in one deep thrust, reaching the farthest and deepest part of Sam's body, and growled in pleasure.

"Fuck me" Sam yelled in ecstacy as he could feel the swell of Ruth's member inside him scrapping the walls of his hole.

"I am doing that, aren't I?" Ruth replied in a deep voice as he continued to pound until he finished inside him.

Sam was utterly exhausted, slumping into Ruth's arms, too drained to even move his limbs. Ruth washed them both clean and wrapped a towel around Sam, carrying him in a bridal position to a chair. He used a dryer to dry Sam's silver hair, ensuring it was no longer wet before tucking him into bed.

Changing into fresh clothes, Ruth kneeled beside the bed where Sam slept peacefully. He tenderly caressed Sam's face and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before standing up. With one last look at Sam, Ruth exited the room.

Outside the room, the same waiter who had previously escorted Siren to the cabin stood with a straight face, guarding the entrance. However, his red ears betrayed him; it was impossible to maintain composure while hearing those lewd and ambiguous sounds from inside the room.

Despite this, his duty was not to pry into his boss's affairs. As a loyal servant, some members were aware that the silver-haired man inside was his boss's boyfriend. He had been by his boss's side even before they joined.

"Make sure no one disturbs his sleep," Ruth ordered his men before descending the stairs.

The bar reverberated with cheers and dancing as people filled the space, the loud music blasting through the speakers. Silently, Ruth made his way to a corner and slipped through a door. The stairs leading down were dark, devoid of light, but he descended and entered the base with ease.

Flipping the switch, he illuminated the huge room, filled with advanced computers and devices. Taking a seat in front of the large screen, he entered the dark net and initiated the chat.

"Squad 13 is activated."

After a brief wait, he received a reply.

"Who is in charge?"

Rapidly typing with his slender, long fingers, Ruth responded, "Daniel Smith was assigned to deal with the case."

"Got it. Do as I said."

With that, Ruth exited the dark net, erasing every trace of their presence, including their chats.