Page 23 of Secret Redemption

Chapter Eleven

Rhea sat on her executive office chair, done in cream coloured leather, with her back poker straight, her long, lithe legs crossed as she waited for the man to enter. Her outfit as ever was a cream suit, wide leg trousers, and a sleeveless shell top. A tiny navy belt showed off her trim waist. She was the first to admit that she worked hard to maintain her slim figure but she looked amazing and women half her age could learn a thing or two about looking after their bodies.

She hadn’t missed a gym session in fifteen years, and it showed. Her legs were toned and muscular, her waist tiny and her bum had just the right curve. Her face didn’t have a jowl or wrinkle in sight thanks to an almost religious beauty regime, along with the discreet little nips and tucks she’d had done.

Rhea had heard a lot about the man she was waiting for, and as she looked at the picture in front of her, she wondered if he would live up to his reputation. He was delicious to look at, and she ran her finger over the picture slowly, her eyes caressing the image.

His tall stature appealed to her along with his square jaw and cold eyes, but it was that coldness with which he surveyed those around him that made her blood stir. The men all looked at her the same, except for the tattooed one. He looked at her differently as if he might even care about her; she dismissed that thought as silly though.

The man they called the Viper was the coldest, most efficient killer in British SIS history, both past and present, and that was only counting the kills they knew. He was reputed to have murdered his father, and anyone who knew about him had heard the stories of his ability to torture information out of anyone. With methods that weren’t on the agenda for the Geneva Convention either.

Yes, this man intrigued her. Turning the air con to high, she took a sip of the iced water on her desk. The side effects of the drugs were getting worse. She needed to speak to the Doctor about it, but unfortunately, she was on the island of Cies, working in a complete dark zone to keep from being followed.

The danger from Fortis was high at the moment, and she needed the doctor to finish the studies so they could move on to the final stage of the plan. Growing impatient, she was about to buzz her new head of security when her door opened. Rhea tamped down her immediate reaction to yell at the intrusion, when he walked in, the man she had been waiting for. Her insides shivered as she let her eyes travel over him. He really was a beautiful specimen of a man. He arrogantly strode to the middle of the room and then stood there and looked down at her, his eyes dead. Her gaze again travelled the expanse of all that he was, and she shuddered in her seat. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him; he was all muscle and sinew. At 6 feet 4 inches tall, he dwarfed her.

“Welcome, Zin. Won’t you sit down?” she said and realised her voice had gone husky. She needed to stop being such simpering little bitch in front of him. Opening her desk, she popped another of her pills to kill the effects of the feelings she was having. Anything to dull the immediate desire she felt for this man.

He remained standing and just looked at her. Maybe the mind control that had been initiated on him was too strong. She had no idea how Zin’s father had gotten hold of that sort of technology so many years ago. To implant a microchip in a child’s brain at such a young age was incredibly risky.

Not that it mattered, the fact was it had worked, and Zin was now at her mercy and command.

“I believe I asked you to sit,” she said with more authority. Rhea tilted her head as he hesitated for a moment and then let out a silent breath as he sat in the chair in front of her. For a very brief second, she had felt a sliver of fear rush through her veins at the hate and contempt on his face.

When she looked again, his face was a mask, and she realised that perhaps she had read too much of his file and forgot that she was the one in control of the situation. “Viper, I have another job for you. You need to retrieve this book for me, but there is something else that will be with it.” Rhea handed him a file with all the details on the book and watched as he looked at it then took out some of the sheets and folded them before slipping them into his jacket pocket.

“The book holds the final key to my plan.” Her heart sped up as she thought of the book and all it contained. The key to eternal mortality and power was encased in that book, and her palms itched and burned with a need to possess it.

“You are to retrieve the book from the chained library and return it to me immediately. Here is a map of the library. We don’t know exactly which shelf it’s on, but you should be able to see it from the index on the ends of the pews.” Zin just continued to look at her, waiting for her to continue. “Once you have it, look inside it. There should be a hidden compartment, which contains a vial. When you have confirmed it’s there, bring it straight to me. Do not give it to anyone but me. Do you understand?”

Zin rose and looked down at her. “Perfectly,” he said, and his Russian accent was thicker than ever.

“Good. Now go. I expect to see you no later than tomorrow night. Do not disappoint me Zin, or I will have to activate the self-destruct on the microchip in your brain.” Standing, Rhea walked towards him, knowing very well that she was playing with fire. Rhea stroked his jaw with her hand and felt the rigid strength and power of the man emanate from him, yet at the same time, his skin was soft and warm. “I would hate to see such a fine specimen turned into a vegetable that can’t even feed himself,” she murmured, dropping her hand, and stepping away as he watched her as if she was gnat that was annoying him.

Watching as he walked to the door, she again wondered what it was about this man that drew her to him. If he passed this test, she might dispense with the Butcher and make the Viper her head of security.

Walking to her private bathroom, she looked in the mirror and noticed her face was flushed with desire and her nipples were hard and noticeable through her top. Stripping off she looked at her body, then ran her hand down her neck and breasts, pinching the nipples as she did, a fire building in her blood as she touched herself and imagined it to be the Viper.

Taking out a small bullet that she kept in her bathroom drawer she flicked it on. Whimpering she touched a finger to her wet folds and pushed the bullet deep into her pussy, rubbing at her clit as she did. Her hand sped up, and shocks and tingles assailed her body as she came hard thinking about Zin. Leaning her hands on the sink, she took a minute to steady her shaking legs, then removed the bullet, causing evidence of her desire to run down her thighs. Rhea couldn’t remember the last time she had come so hard. The feeling was euphoric and slightly unsettling. The feeling of being controlled by the needs of her body was not one she liked, but the heady, orgasmic feeling was a high that could become addictive.

Turning the shower to cold, she stepped in and quickly washed. She would not allow that to happen again. Dressing in a clean white suit, Rhea sat back down and popped another pill. She didn’t care how risky it was; the doctor needed to get her ass back here and sort out these drugs, as soon as she was done with this last lot of tests.

In the meantime, she would double her dose. Control in these final stages was paramount to a successful outcome, and once she had the vial, she would be unstoppable.