Chapter 8
RYA
My fingers fly across the mechanical keyboard, the rhythmic clicking the only sound filling the small, secure cabin.
Miller told me he was doing a perimeter check, but my tech-brain is firmly in the zone.
I’ve bypassed three firewall layers on an encrypted file I pulled from the Syndicate's digital money trail, and I’m seconds away from cracking it.
The thrill of it—that’s the part I didn't expect. My heart is thundering against my ribs, but it’s not just pure terror anymore; it’s the intoxicating, razor-sharp rush of the chase.
I’ve spent my life hiding in the digital shadows, using whatever outdated hardware I could cobble together, but this?
Having the full, unbridled power of Aegis Security at my fingertips is like trading a dull butter knife for a surgical laser.
Every firewall they throw at me is a puzzle, and every digital barrier is just another chance to prove I’m better.
I love the way the data screams across these high-end monitors, clear and crystalline.
I have access to sophisticated decryption suites and massive processing power that I’ve only ever dreamed of, and every line of code I tear through feels like a small victory against the bastards who think they can hunt us.
Miller is out there playing the physical game of cat and mouse, a dangerous dance of steel and shadows, and I’m the ghost in the machine ensuring he never walks into a trap blind.
The stakes are catastrophic, yes—my life, his, everything—but feeling this capable, this lethal with a keyboard, has ignited something fierce in me.
I’m not just the girl hiding in the cabin anymore. I’m the tactical advantage. I’m the edge. And as I crack the next layer of encryption, I let out a sharp, breathless laugh, fueled by the sheer, adrenaline-soaked joy of knowing that with these tools, I’m finally fighting back on my own terms.
I’m so hyper-focused that I don't even hear the heavy, booted footsteps enter the room.
Suddenly, a massive, scarred hand grips the top of my office chair.
Before I can even gasp, the chair spins around almost violently, locking my knees right between two solid columns of denim-clad muscle.
Miller is looming over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the cabin lights.
His messy chocolate brown hair is windswept, and his sharp blue eyes are dilated, practically burning into mine with a fierce, hungry look.
"Miller!" I pant, my heart doing a wild flip in my chest. "You startled me. I’m almost through this file—"
"You're too damn sexy when you're locked into a project, baby girl," he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that goes straight to my thighs.
He doesn't care about the file. He doesn't care about the firewalls.
His gaze roams over my face, tracking the flush on my cheeks before dropping down to the curve of my chest. "The way your tongue pokes out when you're typing, the way you adjust those little glasses.
.. It's driving me insane. I need you. Now. "
My breath stutters. Before I can utter a syllable of agreement, his massive hands grip my waist. He pulls me clean out of the chair as if I weigh nothing at all, lifting me high and tossing me effortlessly over his broad, rock-hard shoulder.
"Miller! Put me down!" I squeal, though I’m already melting, my hands instantly gripping the back of his t-shirt. The sheer power of this man leaves me completely breathless.
"Never," he growls, slapping my ass with a heavy, possessive hand that sends a thrill right down my spine. "You're mine, Rya. And right now, my bed is the only place you belong."
He strides into the bedroom, his heavy steps deliberate and dominant, and traps me beneath his massive frame the second my back hits the mattress.
“Need you naked, but can't stop kissing you,” he rasps.
I nod, knowing exactly the pain he’s feeling at the moment. Miller chuckles darkly and then steps away from me, stripping off his shirt. God, I’ll never get tired of looking at his immaculate body. I can’t stop the soft, needy whimper that falls from my lips.
Everything aches now that he’s no longer touching me. My skin is too tight, the electricity humming along my nerves too powerful.
“You’re shaking, baby girl,” he murmurs, stepping closer to me, completely naked. I’m still fully clothed, and for some reason, that makes it all so much hotter.
“I know.”
“You hurting for me?” he whispers, ghosting his fingers down my neck and across my shoulder.
“Yes. Everywhere.”
Miller grunts and spins me around so my back is to his front.
He grabs my hips and grinds his cock against my ass while nuzzling into my neck.
He sweeps my hair to one side and places a soft kiss on the back of my neck while sliding his hands under my shirt to lift it off my head.
He continues trailing kisses down my spine as he undresses me.
As soon as Miller has my bra off, his hands cover my breasts as he pulls me back into his hard chest. He squeezes the sensitive flesh and rubs my nipples until they harden into tight little points. Miller trails his hands lower, taking time to explore my body.
I’m aware of every dip, curve, and roll his fingers touch. I want to squirm out of his embrace or just have him fuck me already. I don’t know what to do with this kind of attention on all my imperfections.
Miller grips my hip with one hand while lightly wrapping his other hand around my throat in a possessive hold I love so much. “I thought I told you I love your sexy fucking body,” he rasps. “I thought I showed you how crazy you make me.”
“You’re just so… perfect,” I whisper.
“Perfect for you. Just like you’re perfect for me.”
“Show me again.”
“I’ll show you every fucking day.”
With that, Miller presses a hand between my shoulder blades while still holding my hip in a tight grip with his other hand.
I bend over and catch myself on my hands on the mattress.
Miller growls and slides his hands all over my back, my ass, my thighs, nudging my legs apart so he can stroke my aching pussy from behind.
I moan and buck my hips, rubbing against his hand shamelessly. Miller fists the back of my underwear, the only piece of clothing I still have on. He pulls, making the material scrape along my throbbing clit.
“Miller…” I moan.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Miller…” I can’t seem to say anything else, but I don’t need to. He growls and rips my panties off of me, making me gasp as my hips jerk back.
“I’ve got you, love. Hang on.”
I barely register his words before he slams his thickness into me, setting a relentless pace. I cry out as he stretches the walls of my swollen, dripping pussy, hitting that most sensitive spot hard and fast, over and over.
My fists clench the sheets, and my head drops forward as Miller fucks me roughly, bouncing me off his cock. I squeeze my eyes shut and gasp for air, each thrust going deeper, deeper, so damn deep it feels like he’s choking me with his dick.
“Rya, goddamn, every single time I think it can’t get any better,” he groans. I nod my head and whimper in agreement. Every time with him feels new, intense, and thrilling.
Miller pulls out suddenly, making me gasp at the loss of him. I look at him over my shoulder just in time to see him drop to his knees behind me and grip my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. He growls and sucks on my clit before licking up my slit and circling my asshole with the tip of his tongue.
Every nerve ending in my body sparks at once, making me shudder violently.
My arms give out and I faceplant into the mattress, but Miller doesn’t stop.
He covers me with his saliva and attacks my pussy, scraping his teeth along my lips and then licking away the sting.
Miller thrusts his tongue in and out of my entrance until pinpricks of light flash in my eyes.
The pressure in my core is intense and blinding as he keeps pushing me higher and higher, closer and closer, so fucking close I can taste it.
And then he’s gone. Frustrated tears burn my eyes. I’m right there. Miller spanks my ass, growling at the way my soft flesh jiggles. He grips my ass cheeks in a punishing hold and enters me in one hard, gut-twisting thrust.
A furious orgasm crashes over me as my pussy knots around his huge cock over and over.
Pleasure bordering on pain surges through me, and I cry out with each brutal stroke.
I claw at the sheets and somehow find the strength to push myself back up on my arms. I rock back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
My next orgasm takes me by surprise, flashing through me like lightning.
Miller snarls and fists my hair, tugging at the strands while I come around his cock.
I bow my back, changing the angle of my hips so he's hitting me impossibly deeper.
I'm struck by lightning again, coming hard and fast. The electricity from my sudden, intense orgasms lingers in my veins, keeping me impossibly close to the edge.
My world suddenly spins, and when I open my eyes, I see Miller hovering above me, pressing my back into the mattress as he dips his head down and claims my mouth with his own.
“Need to kiss you while I make you squirt for me,” he grunts, hooking a hand under my knee and spreading me open for him.
Miller settles in between my thighs and slides his hard length through my pussy lips, gathering up my wetness and rubbing my clit with the head of his cock.
“I can’t come again,” I whimper.
His lips twist up into a savage smile like he can't wait to prove me wrong. I don't think he'll have to wait long. Despite my protests, my body feels like it's on fire and the only one who can put it out is Miller.
“Let me show you all of the things this sexy little body can do,” he says in that dark, gravelly tone that makes me shiver.
Miller pushes his cock into my entrance, sinking into me slowly and filling me up inch by agonizing inch. He teases me with long, languid strokes in and out while kissing down my neck and chest, pausing to suck on my pulse point.
I cry out and bow my back off the mattress, making Miller groan and focus his attention on my tits. He picks up his pace, pounding into me harder, faster, while lapping at my nipples and biting the sensitive peaks.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips, rocking into him as he tears me apart. Miller’s muscles tense and flex as he hammers into me, his strokes becoming uneven and frantic.
An almost suffocating pressure blooms in my core, overwhelming me with its intensity. My entire existence shrinks down to this moment, this connection, the way Miller is breaking me, healing me, showing me how much he loves me.
I stare into Miller’s blue eyes, needing him to see what he’s doing to me. We don’t have to talk, we only have to be here in this moment, sharing every emotion without words.
Every muscle in my body twitches, tenses, and then locks up. My heart thrashes wildly in my chest and squeezes up tightly as I hold my breath.
“Come for me, Rya. Fuck, please come for me,” he grits out, sounding pained.
The crushing pressure building up in my core explodes out of me, the sweet, sharp ache breaking over my body in waves of excruciating bliss. I convulse beneath Miller’s rippling muscles as more and more of my juices pool and then gush out of my pussy with each contraction.
I'd be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I can't think about anything else except this never ending orgasm rattling through my bones.
“Jesus, that’s it. You’re making a fucking mess, princess. Squirting all over me like a good girl.” I moan at his dirty words and bask in his approval. “Gonna come now, baby. Gonna come so fucking hard.”
The words barely leave his lips before he jackhammers in and out of me and then stills, wedging his cock so far up my channel I swear I feel him in my stomach.
An animalistic growl barrels through his chest, turning into a roar as his cock swells and explodes inside of me.
I cling to his massive body and clench my pussy around him, sucking down every last drop of his cum.
Miller collapses on top of me and rolls onto his back, taking me with him and draping my limp, sated body over his.
We’re sweating and completely out of breath, yet Miller cups the back of my neck and draws my face up towards his.
He presses his lips to my forehead and breathes me in.
His tender touch is exactly what I need after the intensity of what we just experienced.
Miller gives me a quick kiss on my lips and guides my head back to where it was resting on his chest.
His fingers comb through my hair while I listen to his heartbeat slow to a steady, even rhythm. Suddenly, Miller’s hand freezes, causing me to look up at him in question.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly. I furrow my brow in confusion. “I was… I was rough with you. I snapped and went fucking feral, but if I hurt you–”
“I loved it,” I tell him truthfully. “I want all of you, every version. You can be this wild, passionate man one minute, and a caring, gentle lover the next. No matter which side I see, it makes me love you more.”
Miller kisses the top of my head, then rests his forehead on mine. “Gentle lover?” he questions playfully. “Don’t let anyone else hear you say that about me.”
I giggle and kiss his cheek. “I guess you’ll just have to be a good boy, then.”
I try wiggling out of bed, but he pulls me back into his embrace. I gladly surrender to his touch. “I’m not letting you get away that easily. I’m not letting you get away, period.”
Relaxing back into Miller’s arms is one of the most peaceful, satisfying moments of my life. We’re waging a war in the digital world, with very real consequences in the physical world, but right here, right now, I’m safe and content.