Chapter 6
RYA
The safe house hums with the quiet intensity of two people focused on a single mission.
For hours, Miller hasn't moved from his command center in the office nook.
His brow is furrowed, his jaw set in that hard, uncompromising line I've come to crave.
He's a machine when he's working, his fingers flying over the keyboard in a rhythmic dance of code and counter-encryption.
I've been helping where I can, digging through digital backdoors he points me toward, but mostly, I've been watching him.
Every few hours, I force myself to stand, to stretch the kinks out of my back, and to make sure we both actually eat.
I brought him a sandwich an hour ago, and he ate it without ever taking his eyes off the monitor, his hand occasionally reaching out to squeeze mine in a silent, grounding thank you.
Now, the sun is beginning to dip, casting long, orange shadows across the sterile living room. My eyes are burning from the glare of the screen. I push my chair back, the legs scraping softly against the floor. Miller's typing doesn't falter, but I feel his awareness shift toward me instantly.
I stand up and reach my arms high above my head, arching my back. My t-shirt hitches up, and the leggings I'm wearing pull tight across my hips and thighs. It's a simple, mundane movement, but the air in the room suddenly feels heavy, charged with a sudden, localized storm of electricity.
The clicking of the keyboard stops. Dead.
I lower my arms and turn, finding Miller staring at me.
He isn't just looking; he's devouring. His blue eyes are dark, the pupils blown wide until there's only a thin rim of sapphire left.
There's a hunger there that should terrify me, a primitive, raw need that says he wants to peel me apart and learn every secret I'm hiding.
For so long, I've tried to make myself smaller. My mother’s flighty comments about "watching what I eat" or "finding more flattering clothes" echoed in my head for years.
I've spent my life hiding behind oversized cardigans and digital screens, convinced that my curves were something to be managed, a flaw in the code of who I was supposed to be. I've felt the sting of being 'too much' in a world that wants women to be 'less.'
But as Miller looks at me, those old insecurities don't just fade; they incinerate.
He doesn't look at me like I'm a problem to be solved.
He looks at me like I'm a masterpiece he's finally found.
His gaze lingers on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my waist, and the fullness of my hips with a savage, possessive adoration that makes my skin tingle.
He loves this. He loves me. Every soft inch, every curve I once tried to hide.
To him, I'm not 'too much'; I'm everything.
“Rya,” he grunts, the sound vibrating in the small space. He stands, his massive frame dwarfing the room as he moves toward me with that predatory grace.
I don't back away. I can't. I'm drawn to him like a moth to a beautiful, dangerous flame. When he reaches me, he doesn't hesitate. His hands, rough and scarred and large enough to span my entire waist, slide around me, pulling me flush against the hard, unyielding planes of his body.
“You have no idea,” he whispers against my temple, his voice thick with a desperate, crushing intensity. “No idea what you do to me. You're so fucking beautiful, baby girl. Mine. All of this is mine.”
He cups my face, his thumbs tracing my cheekbones with a reverence that brings tears to my eyes.
This is more than just desire; it's a soul-deep connection, a claiming that defies logic.
I see my entire future in his eyes—a life where I'm never alone again, where I'm protected, cherished, and loved for exactly who I am.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down. When his lips meet mine, the world outside the safe house ceases to exist. There is only the heat of him, the possessive strength of his embrace, and the overwhelming emotion of being found by the one person who was made to hold me.
“Miller,” I breathe out, my fingers curling into his shirt in a desperate attempt to rip it off his sculpted body. “I need more.”
My beastly bodyguard tilts his head up toward the ceiling and groans as his grip around my waist tightens. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for, Rya?” His fierce blue eyes find mine, searching intensely for my truth.
I nod, giving him what I hope is a seductive smile. “I want to feel all of you,” I murmur as I lean even closer. My lips brush the shell of his ear, making his breath hitch. “I want you inside of me. I want you to be my first.”
Miller exhales on a growl, his arms hooking under my legs as he lifts and carries me to the bedroom.
He lays me down on the mattress, his eyes roaming over my body as if he’s not sure where to start.
I wiggle against the bed and hook my thumbs in my leggings, but Miller jumps into action.
His hands take over, peeling away my clothing piece by piece, followed by reverent kisses.
This enormous, lethal, devastatingly sexy man wants me.
I don't know if I’ll ever get used to that.
My skin hums with awareness of every place he’s touching me.
Miller slides off the bed, sinking to his knees and sliding my socks off.
He massages my feet so tenderly while giving me a fierce look.
The combination of his sweet touch and feral eyes has me twisting in his grip, trying to relieve the ache threatening to take over my body.
Sensing my need, he grips my thighs in his massive hands and pries my legs apart. I cry out and bow my back off the bed when Miller presses his thumb over my clit. A sudden powerful burst of pleasure slices through me and rattles me to my core.
Before I can recover, his tongue is on my dripping wet cunt, licking me and nipping at my sensitive flesh. He nudges my clit with his nose and then spears his tongue into my little hole, scooping out my juices and drinking them down.
Then he drags his tongue lower, lower, lower, until it’s teasing my back entrance. I gasp at the filthiness of it all, but the forbidden nature makes me even wetter. He licks around the tight ring of muscles and growls.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper. “Holy fuck, fuck, fuck,” my whisper turning into a loud moan when the very tip of his tongue pushes inside. Miller rubs my clit in furious circles, and I grip the sheets, twisting them in my fists as my body expands and contracts. “Miller, I’m…”
I shatter before I even finish my sentence. My orgasm rushes through me with such intensity, I shoot up off the bed, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. Miller shoves me back down with a hand spread out over my stomach. He holds me there, making me feel all of it, every last drop of bliss.
I lay on the bed, an absolute puddle. I’m vaguely aware of Miller standing up and tearing his clothes off.
When he doesn’t return to me right away, I manage to sit up on my elbows, though it takes considerable effort.
I pry my eyes open and see him standing in front of me, pinching the head of his cock as he tilts his head back and takes a deep breath.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he grits out. “You gotta stop looking at me like that or I’m gonna come right this second.”
I barely register his words, mesmerized by the white drops of liquid steadily pouring from the tip of his cock. Suddenly I want to taste him like he’s tasted me twice now.
Miller squeezes his eyes shut as his entire body shakes.
I slip off of the bed and sink to my knees in front of him.
I have no idea what I’m doing, I just know I need to run my tongue over his hard length.
Leaning forward, I lick up the drop of pearly liquid from his tip, gasping as the salty flavor hits my tongue.
“Rya! Jesus… You’re going to be the death of me, my sexy fucking angel.”
His words make me bold. I replace his hand with mine, gripping the base of his cock.
I give him a few strokes like he was doing, testing out what he likes.
Miller hisses out a breath when I squeeze him harder.
Tightening my grip, I begin pumping in a steady rhythm while parting my lips and taking the head of his shaft into my mouth.
Miller mutters a string of curses under his breath and weaves his fingers in my hair.
“Shit,” he growls. Miller pulls my head back by my hair and lifts me up before guiding me toward the bed.
His hands skim down the sides of my body almost reverently, and then he pushes me backward, my back landing on the soft mattress.
“Need to be inside you when I come,” he grunts.
I nod my head and spread my legs for him, inviting him to do just that. “I want that too,” I whisper.
Miller climbs up my body and crashes his mouth down on mine in a passionate kiss.
Leaning back slightly, he gathers my hands and guides them over my head.
He pins my wrists down with one of his massive hands and grips his dick with the other one.
Miller drags his cock through my folds, coating himself in my cream before lining up with my entrance.
“Ready for me? For us? For forever?” His voice is soft, tender, and genuine. I see him struggling to hold back, and yet I know he’d stop at any time if I asked him. But I don’t want him to stop. Not now, not ever.
“I want it all. I’m ready, Miller.”
He kisses me as he thrusts all the way inside, tearing through my innocence and finally claiming me as his own. “I’m yours,” I whisper. I hadn’t meant to say the words out loud, but the look on Miller’s face lets me know he loves it.
“Yes the fuck you are, baby girl,” he grunts, hitting all the way home. He stretches me out, molding me to fit him and only him.
His thickness scrapes along my walls, the friction like striking a match as instant, overwhelming heat engulfs me. My stomach flips and spins, bliss pumping through my veins instead of blood.
“Christ, tell me you’re okay,” he grits out, the pain of holding back evident in his voice. Miller slides the hand holding my wrists down my arm and cups my cheek, brushing his thumb across my blush. His eyes capture mine, waiting patiently, painfully, for my response.
“I’m so good,” I murmur. “More, Miller. More, more, more,” I moan, clenching my pussy around him.
He growls and kisses me, pulling my leg higher up on his hip, changing the angle.
His cock slides against some magical place inside me that has me sobbing his name louder with each thrust. Miller snaps his hips against mine, grinding his pelvis against my clit while hammering into that special spot.
Miller grunts my name every time his balls slap against my ass. I can feel him losing control, his strokes becoming deeper, harder, so damn rough. I love it. I claw at his arms and thrash beneath him, throwing my head back as I cry out his name over and over.
I convulse as he thrusts into me relentlessly. The exquisite pleasure bordering on pain builds and builds, higher and higher, one more, one more, again, again… until I break. Shards of pleasure cut me and heal me as I scream his name.
My orgasm rips through me, holding my body hostage, forcing me to feel every wave of bliss until tears drip down my face and I’m a sweaty, soaking mess beneath him.
One minute I’m clenching around his cock, and the next minute I’m empty. Bereft. I whimper at the loss of him, but he doesn’t leave me aching for long.
“I’ve got you.” Miller’s voice is deep and dark, sending fire dancing along my nerves.
His large hands grip my hips, and then I’m flipped onto my stomach. Miller pulls my hips back, getting me in position on my hands and knees. He runs his hands up and down my back, and then he squeezes my ass cheeks in a punishing hold, spreading them apart and exposing every inch of me.
He slams into me on a growl, and I brace myself for the hard and fast way he’s fucking me.
“Oh, God, Miller, it’s, it’s… you’re so deep,” I moan, pushing back against him as he thrusts forward. Each gut-twisting stroke winds me up higher and higher, until I’m right on the precipice, teetering on the edge.
His hips stutter as he loses his rhythm and starts rutting into me. His fingers dig into my hips as my fingers dig into the mattress, both of us clinging on to this tension-filled pleasure. A shiver runs through me, followed by another and another until I’m shaking violently.
My arms give out and Miller collapses on top of me, wedging his cock impossibly deeper as he grinds into my pussy. I feel his lips on my neck, and then his teeth as he bites down, releasing all the pressure in one massive explosion.
We both cry out as his hot seed spills into me. Wave after wave of his cum splashes into my cunt and then drips out, and still, there’s more. My pussy snaps around him as I sob out my climax.
I’m gasping for air as I float back down to Earth, the oxygen burning my lungs and yet somehow sending jolts of pleasure to my clit. Miller nuzzles into the side of my neck where he bit me, kissing the mark I’m sure he left behind.
Neither one of us moves, but I don't mind. He's holding himself up by his forearms so he doesn't crush me completely, but part of me wishes he would. I want to dissolve into him, this hard, rugged bodyguard who not only saved my life, but healed my shattered heart and confidence.
Eventually, Miller pulls out of me, both of us groaning at the loss. He rolls onto his back and drapes me across his chest, getting us as close as possible. Miller cups my cheek and kisses my forehead so sweetly before kissing one tear-stained cheek and then the other.
“Are you okay, Rya? Jesus, I fucked you so damn hard.”
I scoot up and kiss his nose, smiling sleepily at my bodyguard. “And I loved every second.”
His eyes flash with fierce desire before softening. “Me, too, Rya,” he murmurs before tucking me into his chest. I sigh contentedly and curl up into his warmth, loving the safety I find there. “Rest now, angel.”
Miller rubs calming circles on my back, and I melt even more into him as sleep takes me under. My last thought is how this is the happiest I’ve ever been.