The crushing pressure building up in my core explodes out of me, the sweet, sharp ache breaking over my body in waves of excruciating bliss. I convulse beneath Miller’s rippling muscles as more and more of my juices pool and then gush out of my pussy with each contraction.
I'd be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I can't think about anything else except this never ending orgasm rattling through my bones.
“Jesus, that’s it. You’re making a fucking mess, princess. Squirting all over me like a good girl.” I moan at his dirty words and bask in his approval. “Gonna come now, baby. Gonna come so fucking hard.”
The words barely leave his lips before he jackhammers in and out of me and then stills, wedging his cock so far up my channel I swear I feel him in my stomach. An animalistic growl barrels through his chest, turning into a roar as his cock swells andexplodes inside of me. I cling to his massive body and clench my pussy around him, sucking down every last drop of his cum.
Miller collapses on top of me and rolls onto his back, taking me with him and draping my limp, sated body over his. We’re sweating and completely out of breath, yet Miller cups the back of my neck and draws my face up towards his. He presses his lips to my forehead and breathes me in. His tender touch is exactly what I need after the intensity of what we just experienced. Miller gives me a quick kiss on my lips and guides my head back to where it was resting on his chest.
His fingers comb through my hair while I listen to his heartbeat slow to a steady, even rhythm. Suddenly, Miller’s hand freezes, causing me to look up at him in question.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly. I furrow my brow in confusion. “I was… I was rough with you. I snapped and went fucking feral, but if I hurt you–”
“I loved it,” I tell him truthfully. “I want all of you, every version. You can be this wild, passionate man one minute, and a caring, gentle lover the next. No matter which side I see, it makes me love you more.”
Miller kisses the top of my head, then rests his forehead on mine. “Gentle lover?” he questions playfully. “Don’t let anyone else hear you say that about me.”
I giggle and kiss his cheek. “I guess you’ll just have to be a good boy, then.”
I try wiggling out of bed, but he pulls me back into his embrace. I gladly surrender to his touch. “I’m not letting you get away that easily. I’m not letting you get away, period.”
Relaxing back into Miller’s arms is one of the most peaceful, satisfying moments of my life. We’re waging a war in the digital world, with very real consequences in the physical world, but right here, right now, I’m safe and content.
9
MILLER
Iwatch the rhythmic rise and fall of Rya’s lush, beautiful body under the sheets for a long, possessive minute before I force myself out of bed. She’s completely wiped out, a soft smile playing on her swollen, kissable lips.
Images of the last few days in bed with my gorgeous goddess reply in my mind. I lightly trace the curve of her hip as it’s silhouetted against the sunlight streaming through the window. Rya’s soft, creamy skin against mine, her fingers curling into the back of my neck as she pulls me down on top of her, and God, the way her eyes close and mouth opens in ecstasy when she’s so nearly reached her peak…
I have to get myself under control. If I continue down this path, I’m going to have to rip the blankets off of Rya and sink into her sweet, wet heat until we both come undone.
Focus, asshole, I mutter to myself. I force myself out of bed and slip on my cargo pants before heading back to the main room. It takes some effort, but I’m able to snap back into tactical mode.
A few minutes later, the shower turns on. Of course, I’d love to join her. But I can’t. Her safety is more important than a quickie in the shower. Besides, we’ll have plenty of time forthat back at my house, where the shower is bigger and able to accommodate all of my filthy desires.
While Rya is rinsing off, I sit at my computer to look at the file she cracked. My fingers fly over the keys, decoding the nested data strings she uncovered. The deeper I go, the more the blood in my veins turns to pure ice.
We knew these monsters were more than a normal crime syndicate. We even knew they had government ties. But what I’m looking at now sheds a whole new light on everything we’ve uncovered so far. The digital signatures match high-level, classified US government protocols. But they don’t stop there.
There are former CIA ties, but also international terrorist organizations, including some I’ve never heard of.Shit.The Shadow Syndicate is a global powerhouse we’re only now scratching the surface of.
I instantly patch into the encrypted Aegis frequency, my chest tightening. Easton answers on the first ring.
"Easton, Rya just cracked their crypto node," I bark without greeting. "The Syndicate isn’t just a government splinter cell. They have backdoors into everything. Everywhere. We’re talking about an international crime ring funded by multiple terrorist groups."
"Fucking hell," Easton mutters, his voice turning deadly serious. "That aligns with what Kai and Atlas just pulled from the ground teams. We just flagged an encrypted communication jump. Miller, they traced the data bounce back to your sector. They know where Rya is. Prepare for an attack. A strike team is already inbound to your coordinates."
"Let them come," I growl, a feral snarl ripping from my throat as I kill the feed. "I’ll butcher every last one of them before they touch her."
Adrenaline surges through me like molten lava. I hit the manual overrides and the perimeter sensors. I’m a frantic blur oflethal muscle, securing my SIG Sauer and checking the camera monitors, my vision tunneling with the sole need to preserve my woman’s life.
"Miller? What's going on? What are those alarms?"
I turn to see Rya stepping out of the bathroom, her strawberry blonde hair damp and a towel wrapped tightly around her gorgeous, soft curves. She looks small, confused, and beautiful. But I can't stop. I'm moving heavy furniture against the secondary entry points, my mind racing through kill zones, forcing myself to maintain that distance even as every nerve in my body aches to close it.
"Miller, stop! Talk to me!" Rya runs up, her small hands grabbing my tensed forearm, trying to physically halt my movements. Because she’s a tiny mouse trying to stop a grizzly bear, her momentum completely fails, and she pulls herself smack into my chest, just like the night we first met.
