Page 186 of Villainous Rise

His tongue traced a hot path along my throat, and I shivered. “Housekeeping,” he said. “I’m sorry tonight’s been so busy.”

I pulled my head back enough to glance at the screen on the wall. 12:52 AM. So much for six hours of sleep.

“What’s this next meeting about anyway?”

Cipher’s expression remained frustratingly vague. “Just some information exchange. Shouldn’t take long, then after that, I have the rest of the night free.”

The pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Sir, we’ve reached the coordinates. Hovering at optimal drop altitude.”

Cipher sighed and, in one fluid motion, he lifted me back onto the desk without bothering to pull my dress down, leaving my pussy exposed. I reached for the panties that had been tossed to the side, but his hand shot out, capturing my wrist.

“I didn’t give you permission to cover yourself. You’re going to leave your beautiful cunt bare for me.”

He kissed me, then nipped my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp.

“The meeting will only take a bit,” he promised, his eyes dark with hunger. “And I intend to enjoy you while it happens.” His hand slid between my thighs, fingertips ghosting over me. “Then, as soon as it’s done, I want you coming on my cock.”

I gave a soft sigh at the way his voice dropped when he spoke, my skin tingling. I was already desperate for him to fuck me with his cock. He’d given me his mouth and fingers whenever he had a moment of downtime tonight, but he’d said if he started fucking me, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Show me how much you want me to fuck you,” he commanded, straightening to his full height.

I trailed my hand down my body and slid my fingers over my pussy, coating them in my slickness before I pushed two fingers inside. I moaned, working them slowly and fucking myself for him. God, I wanted to keep going, to chase the building pleasure, but I knew better. Cipher would punish me if I did more than just demonstrate my readiness.

I pulled my fingers out, holding them up to show him how they glistened.

“So fucking perfect,” he growled, capturing my wrist. He brought my fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his tongue swirling between them, tasting every drop. My toes curled in my heels at the sight.

When he released my hand, his expression was pure hunger.

I stared at his mouth, wanting to make him just as desperate for me as I was for him.

“Are you ready for me?” I asked.

A wicked smile curved his lips as he reached down and worked to free himself from his suit. He was achingly hard for me once he worked himself free.

Cipher tangled his hands in my hair, gripping hard enough to sting.

“Tell me if I’m fucking ready for you, Sparks,” he murmured.

I parted my lips and took his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head, dragging a harsh groan from him. I sucked him deep, feeling the pulse of his blood against my tongue. Every time I bobbed my head, I got another taste of his pre-cum. With every taste, my pussy clenched and I wanted him to fuck me more than anything.

He let me worship him for a few agonizingly perfect seconds before his hands tightened in my hair. He gently pulled my mouth away, leaving a wet shine on his skin. He was breathing hard as he tucked himself away, securing his suit once again.

“I can’t wait for this fucking meeting to be over,” he said, lacing his fingers through mine and hauling me away from the desk. When we reached the airlock, the doors hissed apart, revealing the blinding, strobing chaos of the Neon Maze far below us. He pulled me against him and we stepped out into the empty air.

My stomach slammed into my throat as the wind roared past us, whipping my hair across my face as we plummeted toward the kaleidoscopic streets. Cipher adjusted our descent speed and we landed quietly in a maintenance alley.

From the sensory assault of the Maze, he navigated us through the forgotten subway tunnels beneath it and to an unmarked steel door.

“Where exactly are we going?” I asked, keeping my voice low as we walked.

“The Obsidian.”

The name meant nothing to me but considering we kept passing security checkpoints, I assumed whatever it was, it was exclusive.

We stepped past the final checkpoint and the claustrophobic tunnels opened up into a cavernous, sprawling space. It looked like a massive subway junction had been hollowed out and redesigned by someone with an endless budget and a flair for the dramatic. Towering columns of polished black stone stretched up to high ceilings. The entire place was illuminated by blue-white plasma channels embedded directly into the walls, casting stark, skeletal shadows over the crowd.

Far to my right, a huge circular fighting pit sank into the floor. Spectators crowded the tiered seating around it, cheering on a brutal, unsanctioned match. Across the room, dozens of gaming tables were packed with people.