5. Cipher
CIPHER
T hings got out of control quickly. One moment I’m watching her stroll down aisles of sunflowers, the next she’s running.
It took me a minute to realize I'd been made. My angel was quick at dodging me, but I wasn't going to give up my mark that easily. Made or not, I still had to watch over her. There was a bigger threat than me out there, and I had no intention of hanging back while Yulian was hunting her.
The thought of him hurting her was what brought me to her doorstep tonight. I wasn’t thinking about repercussions or about the fact that I was acting crazy, I just moved with one sole purpose…to protect her.
The sounds of traffic filled the city, but the night remained still. My steps fell silent on the cold pavement. There was no logic to my actions, just this urgency to stay close, to watch. And that gnawing anxiety was what pushed me forward.
Her apartment complex loomed ahead, its windows shimmering with the soft glow of muted city lights. I hugged the darkness, my tall frame blending seamlessly with the night. My gloved hands gripped the edge of the building, muscles coiled like all of those intruders I had helped put behind bars. Being a Royal Bastard, this was in my true nature, being a cop only brought me moral conflicts I didn’t really want to think about at that moment.
The first challenge I came across was the security door. My fingers danced deftly over the electronic keypad, knowing exactly what numbers to press. A soft click echoed through the empty hallway as the door slowly unlocked. I slipped inside, disappearing into the shadows of the building's dimly lit interior.
My senses were heightened as I carefully ascended the stairs, two at a time. My breaths were shallow, controlled, my instincts guided me through the corridors to the elevators. I reached her floor, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of my footsteps.
The door to her apartment loomed ahead and I paused. I asked myself what I was doing here, reassuring myself that I just wanted to make sure she was safe.
But from who?
My gloved hand brushed against the cool metal doorknob, and I hesitated for a moment. The weight of my actions bearing down on me, knowing there was no going back after this, and yet, not caring.
I slid the credit card in between the door frame, twisting the knob until the lock was released. The door opened, but there was still the sliding chain. Taking out my pocketknife, I managed to jiggle the chain until it popped through the larger lock and the door swung open with a faint creak. I paused in the entrance, hoping the noise hadn’t awoken her. The apartment was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination seeping in from the city lights outside. I moved carefully through the confines of the hallway and headed toward her bedroom. The door stood ajar; the air filled with tension as I peered inside.
There she was, sound asleep, her breathing deep and labored. Relief washed over me as I confirmed she was unharmed, but a new wave of guilt surfaced. I’d risked everything to be here tonight.
Why?
I couldn't answer the question, and maybe I just didn't want to. Instead, I lingered in the doorway, my gaze fixed on the rise and fall of her chest, the swell of her breasts, the way her room smelled of lavender and cherries.
You saw her. She’s alive and well. You didn’t have to break into her goddamn apartment to know this. You could have just watched her from the hotel room. The cameras were enough, they had to be enough.
Thoughts continued to flood my mind as I struggled to get my emotions under control all the while staying hidden in the shadows of her room. I started to move, approaching her bed slowly, cautiously, my senses still on high alert.
My gloved hand hovered above her face, my hands trembled as I kept myself from touching her soft skin. I hesitated, the soft city lights casting a shadow on her delicate features. The lines between protector and intruder blurred as I stood there, wrestling with my motives.
That’s enough, Garcia. Leave .
I lifted a strand of her hair, gliding it over to the pillows. My eyes traveled down her lush body, the covers were half drawn off, she wore a tight tank top that hugged the swell of her tits and I froze. The rise and fall of her chest held me fascinated. Unable to resist any longer, I removed the glove from one hand and let my fingertips graze the soft fabric of her blanket. The touch was feather-light, a whisper of connection as the backs of my fingers slid over her nipples. Her breathing remained steady, undisturbed by my intrusion, and a strange mixture of relief and regret washed over me.
Time hung suspended in that room, as I stared down at her peaceful form.
What are you doing, Garcia?
I let my hand fall to the blanket once again, slowly pulling it away from her and revealing the swell of her hips, the softness of her legs, and the pretty pink panties that covered what I yearned for.
You’re so fucked.
I let out a groan as my hand fell to her thighs, slowly caressing it, my fingertips grazing over the front of the thin material that stood between me and her core.
Just a taste.
Just one fucking taste.
It was wrong. What I was doing was perverse, it was illegal, it was morally and ethically wrong. I was edging on the brink of malice and I couldn’t stop myself. Months of watching, of wanting, had finally culminated up to this point.
Could I actually do this? Could I be one of those creepy peeping toms whom women despised so much? No. I couldn’t be.
I stared down at her pretty face, my eyes lingering over those lush thighs.
What if she wakes up?
The angel on my shoulder kept pushing me to do the right thing, while the devil on my left had me kneeling down before her, gliding my hands over her heated skin.
Don’t, Garcia. You’re better than this.
Was I, though? Was I better than all those sons of bitches who got to be with her night after night. All those men who came and went, who got a chance to taste her.
Just one taste, and I’ll go.
You shouldn't be having any tastes. No feelings. Nothing. She's a job, that's all.
I slid my hand beneath her knee, propping her leg up as I crawled onto the bed beside her.
I just need to get her out of my system. I need to have her and let her go.
I lay beside her, my face buried in her hair, breathing her in as my hand found its way over her hot core.
She sighed, shifting slightly. Her face turned away from me as I carefully maneuvered her panties to the side. I grunted as my fingers touched bare pussy. My cock raged in my pants as my entire body reacted to her. Any common sense flew out the window and all that mattered were how my fingers traced over each plump pussy lip.
My eyes fell on her breasts, her nipples growing taut against the thin material of the tank top. The dim lighting cast a perfect silhouette that gave me a full view of their plump roundness. I reached up, tugging down her top to reveal them. She hummed in her sleep, shifting again, this time her face turned to me.
I slid my fingers along the inside of her plump lips, her creaminess coating them. Her hot slow breaths coated my mouth as I flicked at her clit. A whimper escaped those lush lips and suddenly her eyes flew open.
I froze, shocked as those light blue orbs stared back at me. She was about to scream when I quickly placed my hand over her mouth and hushed her.
“Don't move. Don't move, I don't want to hurt you.”
The words just came out, and I had no fucking clue why or what I was doing.
She struggled against me, my fingers sliding over her clit as her hips lifted up off the bed, trying to throw me off.
I kept my hand placed over her mouth, pinning her leg with mine as I continued to play with her, little whimpers emanated from beneath the palm of my hand as I slid my fingers deep inside her, my thumb grazing her clit.
A muffled scream came from her, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. Instead, I breathed into her ear.
“Let me have this one thing, Mila. Just this one thing.”
She froze at the sound of her name, her eyes meeting mine in the dark. I knew she couldn't fully see me, the shadows were too deep. Yet having her eyes on me only made my need surge.
“Just let me have you,” I whispered as I dragged my thumb over her clit.
She whimpered, gripping my wrist as her hips drew up off the bed, her legs went wide.
“That's it, angel. I just want to take care of you.”
She writhed beside me, one leg propped open, the other pinned down by my thigh. I slid my fingers in deeper, fucking her slowly, taking my time with her.
She closed her eyes tightly, looking away from me as I continued to manipulate her. I watched her tits lightly bounce as I finger fucked her and I kept my hand on her mouth as I leaned down, taking a nipple into my mouth.
A muffled shout followed by a low groan echoed in the stillness of the room. I slid my fingers out of her depths, filling my hands with her plush breasts as I pulled her into me, grinding my cock against her.
A whimpered moan came out of her, and she shook her head back and forth, fear shining in her eyes.
“Stay quiet, angel. I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to watch.”
I removed my hand off her mouth, and instead I gripped her throat as I reached for the vibrator she kept in the drawer in her nightstand.
“Please…” She begged, but I ignored the plea. I was too far gone.
She shifted to try and pull me off and I gripped her throat tighter.
“Don't…” the word came out in a growl, filling the darkness.
I turned on the vibrator and her eyes widened. She tried closing her legs and I pried her knee open.
“Don't you dare deny me.” I gritted out, pressing my mouth to hers just as I slid the toy between her legs.
She cried out, arching back as I forced the vibrations over her clit.
“No,” she half whispered, half moaned as I leaned back, my hand still gripping her throat as I watched her hips thrash beneath me. She scratched at my neck, sinking her nails into my wrists, choking back a sob as tears trickled down her cheeks. Yet all I did was watch as I buried the vibrator deep inside her, knowing her pussy was pulsing around it.
I just want one taste.
Releasing the grip I had on her neck, I quickly gripped her knee, forcing it open as I got down between her legs and got my first taste. She exploded on my tongue with that first flick and I sank down into the mattress, sliding the dildo out of her and replacing it with my tongue. I suck and ate at her pussy, starving for every little bit of cream she'd give me. She cried out, digging her nails into my head, raising her knees up trying to force me away but I fought her. Pinning her hands to the bed, I ate my meal. Hungry for more.
“No!” She screamed, kicking at me as I clamped down on her clit bringing her to yet another earth shattering orgasm. I held her there, suspended in that sensitive aftermath as I licked and nibbled at her mound. And when I was done, I got up and stared at her one last time before I left her there. Lying with her legs propped open, pussy glistening and used, little shudders still racing through her body.
I just left her there. Running the fuck away like a fucking coward.
I was a real motherfucker.