Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 258: The Fortress Is Her Cage

Angela let out a slow, intentional yawn while stretching her arms high, causing her blouse to pull tight across her chest as she arched her back. It was a seemingly casual, lazy gesture, yet the effect was undeniable—her physique shifted in a manner that commanded total attention.

For a brief moment, my focus wavered, my eyes darting away before I forced them back to her gaze. She didn't miss it. A smirk developed at the corner of her mouth, clearly finding my brief lapse in composure entertaining.

"Relax," she remarked, her voice laced with a sugary, false kindness, "I'm not a villain." She allowed the statement to linger before her tone turned frigid and calculating. "No harm will come to you from me... provided you finish the task."

My head dipped in a slow nod as my thoughts began to whirl. Dealing with Angela always involved a hidden catch. There was invariably a deeper motive beneath her surface.

Leaning in closer, her face hardened with gravity. "At dawn tomorrow, you will head out with Tom as planned. The mission has my approval." Her eyes, dark and impossible to read, remained fixed on mine.

"However, you must eliminate Tom. Ensure that this remains a total secret. Afterward, track down my daughter and escort her back here." She paused, her voice sinking into a low whisper. "I will handle everything else from there."

I observed her closely, my gut telling me she was holding back the full truth. "Understood," I replied, keeping my tone level. Yet, as I watched the nervous tapping of her fingers against her chair and the faint trace of what looked like terror in her eyes, I felt certain she was masking a much larger problem.

If Angela was going to these extremes to keep her daughter a secret, it suggested a singular reality: she wasn't the one holding the reins. There were superiors above her—people who truly frightened her.

If that was the case, what would stop her from killing me once the daughter was delivered? What would prevent her from ensuring I never walked out of this stronghold alive?

Though I kept my expression an unreadable mask, my mind was working overtime—analyzing and planning. Angela might believe she had me trapped, but she had misjudged me. If she was looking for a mere pawn, she had selected the wrong man.

"Good," she stated smoothly, as if sensing the calculations happening behind my eyes. "Then we have an understanding."

As I looked at her, a surge of excitement hit me: this woman was far more cunning and cold-blooded than I had initially suspected. With her by my side, I wouldn't have to exert myself. She would manage the power, the influence, and the bloodshed. I would simply reap the rewards. The vision of her beneath me—her intellect and her body both under my control—was intoxicating.

Yet, a darker mystery remained. There was a hidden history regarding her child, a secret so heavy it seemed to haunt her every breath. What was she truly concealing? Why was she so desperate to keep it in the dark?

Before I could probe further, the distant rumble of engines broke the quiet. Angela's head whipped toward the entrance, her face tightening with an expression of dread. "Stay in here," she hissed, her voice sharp and frantic. "Do not show yourself unless I summon you."

She hurried out, leaving me tucked away in the shadows. Peering through the gap in the door, I watched her step outside, her body stiff and her face a forced mask of calm. I crept closer to the exit to witness the unfolding scene.

A fleet of black SUVs pulled up before the villa, and a middle-aged man emerged, flanked by four massive bodyguards. His eyes scanned the grounds before settling on Angela—and then on me, partially visible in the doorway.

His mouth curled into a disgusted sneer. "Well, well," he drawled, his voice thick with malice. "What's this, Angela? Have you finally grown tired of our little game?" He stepped forward, his guards spreading out behind him like a wall of meat. "Or have you simply acquired a new pet just to spite me?"

Angela's voice remained firm, but I noticed her hands clenching at her sides. "Tyler, this isn't what you think. Mike is merely a bodyguard—"

"Close your lying mouth, you stupid bitch," Tyler barked, cutting her off. He moved closer, his eyes scanning her with pure loathing.

"I've shown you patience, Angela. I've spent months asking you out while you played your games, pretending you were above me." His voice grew louder, sharp and vicious. "And now I find you've been hiding some pretty boy in your home like a common slut? After my generosity? After all I've provided for you?"

Angela’s complexion turned pale, but her gaze burned with defiance. "Tyler, you're making too much of this. Mike means nothing to me—"

"Making too much of this?" Tyler laughed bitterly, his hand snapping out to seize her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You think I don't see you for what you are, Angela? You're just a spoiled little whore who thinks she's cleverer than she actually is." His grip tightened, fingers pressing into her skin.

"You walk around here like this place is yours, thinking these people respect you for who you are. But we both know the truth, don't we?" He leaned in close, his hot breath hitting her face.

"They call you 'Doctor' only because they know you're mine. They bow to you because I permit it. And this?" He waved a hand toward the villa, his voice rising to a roar. "This is my house. My land. My rules. And that includes you."

Angela wrenched her face away from his hand, her voice shaking with suppressed fury. "You're out of your mind, Tyler. This has nothing to do with you—"

"Out of my mind?" Tyler’s laugh was harsh and mocking. "Oh, I'm not the one losing my mind, bitch. You're the one who thought she could play me." He turned slightly, his eyes locking onto me with a predatory light.

"And this trash you have hiding inside? He's about to learn his place as well." He looked back at Angela, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "You're going to watch as I show him exactly what happens to men who dare to touch what belongs to me."