The Gulfstream private jet soared through the blue sky.
Before someone had crossed over, this thing was hyped up to no end. The plane itself was expensive, but renting it barely cost over six figures in U.S. dollars per day. Uh, as an old customer, it even came with the limited-time privilege of having flight attendants at your service.
Explosive music roared inside the cabin, neon lights flashed constantly, and well-shaped flight attendants swayed as they carried champagne glasses, occasionally throwing flirtatious gMs. Lances at the handsome young man lounging on the main sofa.
"Louis!" Atreus hooked his arm around his head bodyguard's shoulder.
"Boss?"
"Go ahead, you and the boys have worked hard these past few days. Let loose and enjoy yourselves!"
"What about you?"
Atreus grinned silently as he wrapped his arm around Black Canary's slender waist, his fingers teasing her toned abs through her shirt. Ms. Dinah felt goosebumps rise but could only manage a forced smile.
"I'll thank you for your generosity on behalf of the Almighty, Boss!" Louis led the bodyguards, laughing wickedly, carrying several giggling flight attendants into the front cabin, closing the door behind them.
Originally, Black Canary should have been scared.
Perhaps experience had taught her otherwise. She turned to Atreus and asked, "Boss, you're not going to use me as cover again, are you?"
"Smart girl. Should I reward you with a kiss?" Atreus teased, hooking her chin with his finger.
For some reason, Black Canary felt a mix of joy and frustration.
She was glad Atreus seemed to respect her, not trampling on her dignity.
But frustrated… Was her beauty a joke?
She gently pushed away Atreus's finger. "If it's not an order, forgive me for declining."
It was a clear signal to Atreus: if you force me, I can't resist, but I, Black Canary, will never be a slave!
Atreus wasn't angry at all; instead, he laughed. "Dear Ms. Ms. Lance, if you were just a simple canary, singing in a cage every day, life would be easier. But now, you've chosen a thrilling path."
Black Canary's expression was priceless: Can I take it back? Can I choose again?
As the plane reached its cruising altitude, the two lovers made their way to the small, dimly lit lavatory. Atreus locked the door behind them, creating a private oasis amidst the cramped confines of the plane.
Ms. Lance's eyes glinted with anticipation as she watched Atreus's every move. Atreus wasted no time, pulling Ms. Lance close and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths as their hands roamed freely over one another's bodies.
Atreus broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he gazed into Ms. Lance's eyes. "I need you now," he growled, his voice dripping with desire. Ms. Lance responded by unzipping Atreus's pants, freeing his rock-hard erection.
Atreus groaned as Ms. Lance took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly and sensually. She then dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving Atreus' as she wrapped her full, luscious lips around his throbbing member. Atreus let out a low, guttural moan as Ms. Lance began to bob her head up and down, her expert tongue teasing the sensitive head of his cock.
Ms. Lance's talented mouth sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Atreus's body. He tangled his fingers in her fiery red locks, guiding her motions as she expertly sucked and licked his cock. The feeling of her soft, wet mouth enveloping his throbbing member was almost too much for him to bear.
As Atreus neared the brink of ecstasy, he pulled Ms. Lance back up to her feet. He then lifted her onto the small vanity, spreading her legs wide to reveal her glistening, aroused pussy. Atreus hungrily dipped his head between Ms. Lance's thighs, his tongue plunging deep into her slick, wet folds.
Ms. Lance cried out in pleasure as Atreus's tongue expertly worked its magic on her pussy. He lapped at her clit, sucking it gently between his lips before flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Ms. Lance writhed and moaned beneath him, her hands clutching at the edge of the vanity as she struggled to maintain her composure.
As Atreus continued to pleasure Ms. Lance with his mouth, he reached up to finger her tight, wet pussy. He slid one finger, then two, deep inside her, curling them upwards to find her most sensitive spot. Ms. Lance gasped, her hips bucking against his hand as he expertly worked her towards the edge of orgasmic bliss.
"Oh, Atreus," Ms. Lance moaned breathlessly, her voice a sweet, desperate plea. "Please, I need you inside me. I need to feel you deep inside my pussy." Atreus growled in response, his eyes dark with lust as he withdrew his fingers from her dripping wet pussy.
Atreus positioned himself between Ms. Lance's legs, his cock poised at the entrance to her slick, inviting pussy. He slowly pushed himself inside her, inch by inch, their bodies melding together as one. Ms. Lance let out a low, throaty moan as she felt Atreus's thick, hard cock filling her to the brim.
Atreus began to pump his hips back and forth, driving his cock deep inside Ms. Lance's tight, wet pussy. Their bodies moved together in a sinuous dance of lust and desire, the sound of their heavy, ragged breaths and the wet, slapping noises of their flesh slamming together echoing throughout the small lavatory.
Ms. Lance reached down between her legs, wrapping her fingers around Atreus's slick, throbbing cock as he thrust in and out of her. She gently squeezed and stroked his shaft, her delicate fingers working in perfect harmony with the rhythm of his hips.
Atreus continued to fuck Ms. Lance with a fervor that bordered on the feral, his eyes locked onto hers as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her tight, wet pussy. Ms. Lance's eyes fluttered closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she surrendered herself fully to the raw, primal passion of their lovemaking.
As the intensity of their lovemaking grew, Atreus reached down between Ms. Lance's legs once more. This time, however, he focused his attentions not on her pussy, but on her tight, puckered asshole. He teased the sensitive entrance with the tip of his finger, gently probing and massaging it until it finally relented, allowing him entry.
Ms. Lance let out a sharp gasp of surprise and pleasure as Atreus slid his finger deep inside her tight, virgin asshole. The sensation of being penetrated in such an intimate and forbidden manner sent a jolt of pure, unbridled ecstasy coursing through her entire body.
Atreus continued to fuck Ms. Lance's pussy while simultaneously fingering her asshole, his fingers working in perfect harmony with the rhythm of his hips. The feeling of her tight, wet pussy clenching around his cock while his finger plunged deep inside her asshole was almost too much for him to bear.
"Oh, fuck, Ms. Lance," Atreus growled, his voice raw with lust. "Your tight little asshole feels so fucking good wrapped around my finger. I can't wait to fuck it hard and deep." Ms. Lance moaned in response, her body writhing and wriggling beneath him as she struggled to contain the torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume her whole.
As the intensity of their lovemaking reached its fevered peak, Atreus could feel the unmistakable sensation of his orgasm building deep within his loins. His cock throbbed and pulsed, his balls tightening as they prepared to unleash a torrent of his hot, sticky cum deep inside Ms. Lance's tight, wet pussy.
"Oh, fuck, Ms. Lance," Atreus groaned, his voice ragged with lust. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill your tight little pussy with my hot, sticky cum." Ms. Lance let out a low, throaty moan in response, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered herself fully to the raw, primal passion of their lovemaking.
Atreus continued to fuck Ms. Lance with a fervor that bordered on the feral, his eyes locked onto hers as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her tight, wet pussy. Ms. Lance's body moved together in a sinuous dance of lust and desire, the sound of their heavy, ragged breaths and the wet, slapping noises of their flesh slamming together echoing throughout the small lavatory.
Before long, they arrived at the most luxurious hotel in Dubai.
To outsiders, Atreus, the playboy from Gotham City, partied all day and night.
Only Louis knew the truth.
Because Atreus had told him one thing: "I know you report my whereabouts every day. But how long can you be a bodyguard? You're 35 now. Plenty of your peers are bankrupt and destitute by 40. But if you become my confidant, there will always be wealth in it for you. Think it over."
So Louis took on the role of Atreus, hosting women from all over the world.
Meanwhile, Atreus, with only Black Canary by his side, secretly flew over a thousand kilometers to Afghanistan.
…
At the Bagram Air Base in Afghanistan, the U.S. military was in chaos.
Two days earlier, Tony Stark, the boss of the giant arms manufacturer Stark Industries, was attacked on his way back after a brilliant missile demonstration.
The Humvees protecting Tony were destroyed, the security personnel were either dead or injured, but Tony was nowhere to be found.
In the U.S., not even the death of a senator would cause this much trouble.
Tony, as a key figure in the military-industrial complex, whose influence reached Congress, had gone missing. This could cost many U.S. generals their jobs.
The military had no leads.
The problem was, as they say, bad lands breed bad people. There were too many rebel factions in this area.
From the useless government forces to warlords allied with the U.S., independent local forces, and countless bandits—any group, even a single village, could be the kidnappers.
If the kidnappers openly demanded a ransom, it would be easier. But after Tony's disappearance, it was like he vanished into thin air.
At this very moment, Tony Stark, the notorious playboy of the East Coast, was experiencing the harshest reality check of his life.
He had been captured, blown up by one of his own missiles, and had shrapnel embedded in his body. To survive, he had to install an electromagnet in his chest to keep the shrapnel from reaching his heart.
His misery didn't end there. He was captured by terrorists (the Ten Rings), and their leader, Zala, was forcing him to build the Jericho missile.
Refuse?
"Glug glug glug!"
Waterboarding ensued!
After enduring the suffocating "love" of the terrorists, Tony realized that if he didn't act, he would die.
He might die even if he acted, but doing nothing meant certain death.
With the help of his fellow prisoner, Yinsen, Tony decided to pretend to build the missile while secretly constructing a suit of mechanical armor—Iron Man Mark I.
That night, Tony had just finished the leg armor in his crude cave prison when the iron door creaked open.
Unexpectedly, it wasn't the usual rough, foreign-speaking terrorists who entered.
The first thing that caught Tony's eye was a blonde woman with big waves, exactly his type. Despite her travel-worn appearance and full-face mask, and her attempt at professional attire, she couldn't hide her stunning figure.
Next, his gaze was drawn to the tall, black-haired man in a custom-tailored black suit.
The man wore a terrifying ebony mask.
"Roman Sionis' mask?" Tony's heart skipped a beat.
The *Black Mask* was a figure he had heard of—a mafia boss from the neighboring city.
Seeing someone wearing the mask of a dead mafia boss was a chilling power move.
Tony was unsettled.
He could fool ignorant terrorists into thinking he was building a missile, but he couldn't bluff his way past a fellow mastermind.
Not to mention, there was something eerily familiar about this man's aura.
"Good evening, Mr. Tony Stark," the man said, bowing slightly.
His refined Gotham accent and impeccable aristocratic manners, the kind only upper-class families drill into their offspring, marked him as an old hand in this game.
Tony quickly realized they were the same type of person.
And that was what bothered Tony the most.
"Hello, sir and madam. May I ask your names?"
"My secretary's name doesn't matter. You can call me… Kratos!" Atreus said, making Black Canary want to strangle him.
Tony, without hesitation, saluted alongside Yinsen in a French military gesture. "Alright, Mr. Kratos, if you're the mastermind behind this, I surrender."
But 'Black Mask' shook his head playfully. "No, no, no! Mastermind? I could never stoop so low as to be one of the 'two greatest minds in the world,' sitting in a stinking cave, tinkering with missiles. Too boring."
"Oh?" Tony's heart sparked with hope. "So, how did you get here?"
"I'm just passing through."
Black Canary wanted to kick Atreus. "Passing through? You flew halfway around the world for this 'passing through'?"
Tony, seeing how tight-lipped Atreus was, gave up. "Alright, alright. You don't have to say. But at least tell me why you're here. If you help me escape, you'll have Stark Industries' friendship."
Since the man was like him, Tony figured he didn't need money.
Tony was politely hinting at a mutually beneficial deal.
Atreus shook his head. "No, no, no. You used to be a rich playboy with a bit of smarts. I'm the same. But I can't interrupt your great transformation, nor delay the birth of your masterpiece."
Tony's expression was priceless.
What the hell are you here for then?
Finally, Atreus got to the point. "Besides, if I save you now, I'd only earn half of Stark Industries' friendship."
"What?" Tony, being sharp, immediately figured it out—his partner, Stane!
Tony's face turned dark.
How did the terrorists get so many Stark weapons? The simplest explanation: an insider gave them!
His kidnapping had been an inside job from the start!
"Seems like you've figured it out."
"Mr. Kratos, what can you offer me, and what do I owe you?"
The masked Atreus approached and placed a small device in Tony's hand.
Tony looked down, pleased. It was a high-precision GPS tracker. It couldn't send out signals, but it could give him his exact location, making his escape much easier.
The black eyes behind the mask were terrifyingly deep. "This time, I can't intervene directly, but at a critical moment, I'll back you up. As for the price…"
Atreus handed Tony a diamond.
"This is…"
"I'm not after your money. Here's an account number. Use it to buy a portion of Stane's shares, at market price. Don't worry, the voting rights are yours."
(End of Chapter)