Red Hood's Claim

<h2>Chapter 1: Seduction in Command</h2><p>The dimly lit command room buzzed with the faint hum of monitors, tactical maps flickering with data. Commander Jace sat at his desk, his sharp eyes scanning reports of the latest Nikke deployments. His attention, however, kept drifting to the recent performance logs of other squad members—Snow White, Anis, Neon. Too much attention, perhaps. And Rapi, the fierce Red Hood, noticed.</p><p>Standing in the doorway, Rapi’s silhouette was a vision of lethal beauty. Her crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that could command armies or break hearts with equal ease. Her combat suit hugged every curve of her toned body, the black and red fabric accentuating her powerful thighs and the swell of her chest. She crossed her arms, her piercing amber eyes narrowing as she watched Jace’s fingers hover over a holo-pad image of Anis mid-battle.</p><p>“Commander,” Rapi’s voice cut through the silence, low and edged with a dangerous purr. “You’ve been awfully... distracted lately.”</p><p>Jace looked up, startled, his gaze meeting hers. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Just reviewing the squad’s performance, Rapi. You know how it is. Gotta keep everyone in top shape.”</p><p>She stepped forward, her boots clicking against the metal floor with deliberate intent. “Oh, I know. But it seems some of us are getting more of your ‘review’ than others.” Her tone dripped with accusation, but there was something else there—something hungry. She stopped just inches from his desk, leaning forward slightly, her cleavage daring him to look away. “Am I not performing to your standards, Commander?”</p><p>Jace leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening. “Rapi, you’re the best damn Nikke I’ve got. You know that. What’s this really about?”</p><p>Her lips curled into a sly smile as she straightened, placing one hand on her hip. “Maybe I just need to remind you why I’m the best. You’ve got your head so far up everyone else’s stats, I’m starting to feel... underappreciated.”</p><p>He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is that so? And how exactly do you plan to ‘remind’ me?”</p><p>Rapi’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she rounded the desk, her movements predatory. She leaned down, her face inches from his, her breath warm against his ear. “I think you’ll find my methods... very persuasive.”</p><p>Before he could respond, she straddled his lap, her strong thighs pinning him to the chair. Jace’s hands instinctively went to her hips, but she grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the armrests with a grip that spoke of battlefield strength. “Not so fast, Commander. I’m in charge of this debriefing.”</p><p>Her voice was a sultry command, and Jace couldn’t help but chuckle, though his breath hitched as she ground against him, the friction igniting a fire in his core. “Damn, Rapi. If this is how you file a complaint, I might start ignoring you more often.”</p><p>“Careful what you wish for,” she shot back, her lips brushing against his jawline, teasing but not quite kissing. “I don’t play nice when I’m jealous.”</p><p>His eyes darkened with desire, his voice dropping to a growl. “Jealous, huh? Didn’t think the great Red Hood got territorial.”</p><p>She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her expression a mix of raw vulnerability and fierce determination. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t like seeing you fawn over the others when I’m right here, ready to give you everything they can’t.”</p><p>The air between them crackled with tension, her confession hanging heavy. Jace’s smirk faded, replaced by something deeper, more primal. “Then show me, Rapi. Show me why you’re the only one I should be looking at.”</p><p>Her lips crashed into his, a hungry, desperate kiss that spoke of pent-up need. Her hands released his wrists, sliding down his chest as she pressed herself closer, her body a furnace of desire. His hands roamed her back, gripping her firm ass through the tight fabric of her suit, pulling her harder against him. She moaned into his mouth, the sound sending a jolt straight to his cock, already straining against his uniform.</p><p>Breaking the kiss, Rapi’s eyes burned with lust as she whispered, “I’m going to make you forget every other name, Commander. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for me.”</p><p>She slid off his lap, dropping to her knees with a wicked grin, her hands already working at his belt. The promise of what was to come—her wet, eager mouth, her dripping heat—had him sweating, his breath coming in short, horny pants. This was no longer just a game. Rapi was claiming him, and he was more than ready to surrender.</p>