14. Mila
MILA
T he wall was unforgiving against my back, cold and unyielding, much like the man pinning me to it. His body was a cage, his hands unforgiving as they gripped my wrists, holding them high above my head. The sharp edge of his growl reverberated through me, making my knees weak even as my mind screamed at me to fight back. But there was no escaping Cipher. Not his strength, not his dominance, and certainly not the way he made me feel.
I hated him. I hated the way he looked at me, like I was his to control, his to command. I hated the way he invaded my thoughts, my body, my every breath. But most of all, I hated the way my traitorous body responded to him—how his touch ignited something dark and primal inside me, something I couldn’t control.
“Cipher,” I gasped, the word trembling on my lips as his head dipped closer. His breath was hot against my ear, and I swore my heart might explode from the way it raced. “What are you going to do to me?”
His lips brushed my earlobe, a taunting caress that sent a shiver down my spine. “What I should have done the moment you walked into my life,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost feral.
His voice was a whisper of heat, an invitation for the darkness that he thrived in. I couldn’t resist him even if I wanted to. In one swift motion, he claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss. His lips were demanding, a clash of need and fury that left me breathless. He tasted like danger and sin, and I couldn’t help but moan against him, the sound betraying every ounce of resistance I thought I had.
I hated him. And yet I wanted him.
The contradiction burned through me as his teeth grazed my lower lip, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. I arched against him, desperate for more, even as my mind screamed at me to push him away. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer instead of shoving him off.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered against his lips, the words a traitorous plea. My voice was shaky, but there was no denying the truth behind it. I needed him. I needed this.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, vibrating against me. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Mila.”
“Then show me,” I challenged, my voice steadier now, tinged with desire. “Show me what I’ve been missing.
His eyes darkened, his grip on my wrists tightening as if he were trying to tether himself to control. But control was the last thing he wanted—I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, in the storm brewing behind his gaze. He was barely holding on, and I wanted to see him snap. I wanted to see him lose himself in me.
Fuck, I wanted this as much as he did. HIs fingers tangled in my hair, tugging my head back to give him better access to my neck. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the line of my throat, marking me as his. I could feel my pulse quicken under his lips, and he drank it in, relishing every reaction I gave me.
“Do you want this?” he growled against my skin. “Do you want me to fuck you until you scream?”
I was lost, nodding as my chest heaved with each ragged breath. “Yes. I need it, Cipher. I need you.”
I could feel my words shattering the last bit of resistance he had left. I was drowning in him, in the need that coursed through every inch of my body. He pulled me closer, pinning me tighter, grinding against me so I could feel the friction that was drove him wild.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips snapping hard against mine, forcing me to feel his hardness through our clothes. “You drive me insane, Mila.”
I pushed back against him, meeting each of his moves with equal desperation. I was lost in the rawness of it, in the dark desire that had been simmering between us. I’d never felt this need for anyone or with anyone.
We were a tangle of need and fury, consuming each other with every breath. I didn’t care about consequences, about what came after this. And all he cared about was claiming me, breaking down every barrier I had and taking me in every possible way.
“Do it,” I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Take what you want from me.”
“Watch your mouth, Mila,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“I want to know. Show me, detective” I repeated, my chin tilting up in defiance. I was trembling, but it wasn’t fear that made me shake. It was anticipation. It was lust.
Something in him broke then. His free hand shot to my throat, wrapping around it with a grip that was possessive, almost brutal. He shoved me harder against the wall, his body pressing into mine, and I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped me.
“You want to see what I’m capable of?” he snarled, his face inches from mine.
His hands gripped the soft material of my nightgown, and he yanked it hard, ripping it off me. “You’ve been pushing me, Mila. Pushing me to the edge. Do you even know what you’re asking for?”
My pulse pounded beneath his fingers, a frantic rhythm that matched the heat pooling low in my belly. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want him. But God, I did.
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “I want this. I want you.”
His lips crashed against mine again, harder this time, filled with a desperation that matched my own. His hand tightened slightly on my throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to make my breath hitch. I felt his need, his anger, his frustration in every touch, every kiss. It was raw, untamed, and it consumed me.
His other hand released my wrists, and I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands roamed over my now naked body, gripping my hips, sliding between my legs to touch bare skin. His touch was fire, burning away every thought, every doubt, until there was nothing left but him.
He tore his mouth from mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. Each one was a claim, a mark of possession that sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through me. I tilted my head back, giving him better access, and he growled his approval.
“Do you feel that?” he murmured against my skin, his voice dark and rough. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
I did. I felt it in the hard press of his body against mine, in the way he ground his hips into me, letting me feel the full extent of his arousal. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck, Mila,” he groaned, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs. He lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall as my legs wrapped around his waist. “You drive me insane.”
“Then take me,” I whispered, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Take what you need.”
And he did. Sliding his hand down between us, he released himself, long and hard. Gripping me tight, he positioned his hard cock against my entrance.
“Say it,” he demanded against my lips.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered.
He claimed me with a ferocity that left me breathless, his hips slamming into mine, his length filling me. I cried out as my pussy pulsed around his girth. He fucked me hard, his thrusts unrelentless. His lips and hands leaving no part of me untouched. We were a tangle of need and lust, and a desperation I had never felt before.
We took everything out on one another in that moment. I met him thrust for thrust, crying out his name as he fucked me. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the danger lurking outside, not the past that haunted us both. All that mattered was the fire burning between us, the unrelenting pull that brought us together despite everything trying to tear us apart.
And as we fell into each other, I knew there was no going back. Cipher had claimed me, body and soul, and I would never be the same.
Thrust after thrust my body melted into his, his heated open mouthed kisses were torture against my skin. He leaned into me, sliding one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking on it deeply as his fingertips played havoc on my clit. I shuddered, falling back against the wall as I came for him.
He gave a low long groan as his cock swelled, thrumming inside of me. With one sharp thrust he froze, his cock exploding inside of me, emptying every ounce of his seed in me. I held onto him, pinned against that wall, accepting everything he gave to me.
After a few moments, he slid me down his body, and I landed on the ground on shaky legs. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes shone with a brewing storm that sent chills down my spine.
“Escaping Volkov is one thing, Mila. Escaping me is a whole other story. Don’t. Fucking. Play with me.”
I shook my head, fear mixing in with the pleasure he’d just given me.
“I will take what I want from you. And in return, I will protect you with every fucking ounce of my being. You are mine now, don’t you forget that.”
I swallowed hard as he pulled away, slamming the door behind him and he left me alone in that room. The lock clicked in place and I slumped down to the floor feeling vulnerable and completely drained. With all the men I worked with, there was no one as intense and as powerful as Noel Garcia.