Chapter 33
ANNIE
Cipher’s tongue was a weapon, and he was waging a war between my thighs.
I was sprawled on my back across his desk, my dress hiked up to my ribs, my heels still on.
He hadn’t said a word since the street clash ended and he’d pulled me into his onboard office, lifted me onto the polished wood, and dropped to his knees.
My fingers were tangled in his dark hair as I bucked against his mouth.
“So good for me,” he growled against my clit. He laved a slow, broad stroke over it, and my hips jerked off the desk. “So wet. You love watching me work, don’t you, Sparks?”
A choked sound escaped my throat while his tongue flicked and tormented. He knew every secret nerve, every hidden pleasure point.
“I should cancel the meeting,” he said, his breath hot against me. He didn’t stop moving, his tongue working in relentless circles. “I want to stay right here all night. Just doing this.” He punctuated the last word with a hard suck that ripped a moan out of me.
“Cipher,” I gasped, my thighs trembling around his head as the coil of pleasure broke.
I screamed as my body convulsed. I was dimly aware of my heels drumming against the arms of his chair, of my fingers losing their grip on his hair. He held me steady through the storm, his mouth never leaving me, his tongue never ceasing its worship.
When it was over, I was boneless, my head lolling to the side, my breath coming in ragged, shuddering gasps.
Before I could fully reassemble myself, Cipher swept me off the desk and into his lap to straddle him. He cupped my ass, pulling me tight against his straining cock and kissed me, a deep kiss that tasted of me.
When we finally broke for air, I collapsed against him, trying to catch my breath.
“Two street clashes, three back-alley deals, and now a secret meeting,” I murmured, my voice husky. “Is this a typical Tuesday for you, or are you just showing off for me?”
His tongue traced a hot path along my throat, and I shivered. “Housekeeping,” he said. “I’m sorry tonight’s been so busy.”
I pulled my head back enough to glance at the screen on the wall. 12:52 AM. So much for six hours of sleep.
“What’s this next meeting about anyway?”
Cipher’s expression remained frustratingly vague. “Just some information exchange. Shouldn’t take long, then after that, I have the rest of the night free.”
The pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Sir, we’ve reached the coordinates. Hovering at optimal drop altitude.”
Cipher sighed and, in one fluid motion, he lifted me back onto the desk without bothering to pull my dress down, leaving my pussy exposed. I reached for the panties that had been tossed to the side, but his hand shot out, capturing my wrist.
“I didn’t give you permission to cover yourself. You’re going to leave your beautiful cunt bare for me.”
He kissed me, then nipped my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp.
“The meeting will only take a bit,” he promised, his eyes dark with hunger. “And I intend to enjoy you while it happens.” His hand slid between my thighs, fingertips ghosting over me. “Then, as soon as it’s done, I want you coming on my cock.”
I gave a soft sigh at the way his voice dropped when he spoke, my skin tingling. I was already desperate for him to fuck me with his cock. He’d given me his mouth and fingers whenever he had a moment of downtime tonight, but he’d said if he started fucking me, he wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Show me how much you want me to fuck you,” he commanded, straightening to his full height.
I trailed my hand down my body and slid my fingers over my pussy, coating them in my slickness before I pushed two fingers inside.
I moaned, working them slowly and fucking myself for him.
God, I wanted to keep going, to chase the building pleasure, but I knew better.
Cipher would punish me if I did more than just demonstrate my readiness.
I pulled my fingers out, holding them up to show him how they glistened.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled, capturing my wrist. He brought my fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his tongue swirling between them, tasting every drop. My toes curled in my heels at the sight.
When he released my hand, his expression was pure hunger.
I stared at his mouth, wanting to make him just as desperate for me as I was for him.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked.
A wicked smile curved his lips as he reached down and worked to free himself from his suit. He was achingly hard for me once he worked himself free.
Cipher tangled his hands in my hair, gripping hard enough to sting.
“Tell me if I’m fucking ready for you, Sparks,” he murmured.
I parted my lips and took his cock into my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his head, dragging a harsh groan from him.
I sucked him deep, feeling the pulse of his blood against my tongue.
Every time I bobbed my head, I got another taste of his pre-cum.
With every taste, my pussy clenched and I wanted him to fuck me more than anything.
He let me worship him for a few agonizingly perfect seconds before his hands tightened in my hair. He gently pulled my mouth away, leaving a wet shine on his skin. He was breathing hard as he tucked himself away, securing his suit once again.
“I can’t wait for this fucking meeting to be over,” he said, lacing his fingers through mine and hauling me away from the desk.
When we reached the airlock, the doors hissed apart, revealing the blinding, strobing chaos of the Neon Maze far below us.
He pulled me against him and we stepped out into the empty air.
My stomach slammed into my throat as the wind roared past us, whipping my hair across my face as we plummeted toward the kaleidoscopic streets. Cipher adjusted our descent speed and we landed quietly in a maintenance alley.
From the sensory assault of the Maze, he navigated us through the forgotten subway tunnels beneath it and to an unmarked steel door.
“Where exactly are we going?” I asked, keeping my voice low as we walked.
“The Obsidian.”
The name meant nothing to me but considering we kept passing security checkpoints, I assumed whatever it was, it was exclusive.
We stepped past the final checkpoint and the claustrophobic tunnels opened up into a cavernous, sprawling space.
It looked like a massive subway junction had been hollowed out and redesigned by someone with an endless budget and a flair for the dramatic.
Towering columns of polished black stone stretched up to high ceilings.
The entire place was illuminated by blue-white plasma channels embedded directly into the walls, casting stark, skeletal shadows over the crowd.
Far to my right, a huge circular fighting pit sank into the floor. Spectators crowded the tiered seating around it, cheering on a brutal, unsanctioned match. Across the room, dozens of gaming tables were packed with people.
The place was absolutely crawling with League members and here I was, walking right into the middle of their hidden sanctuary with no panties on.
Cipher led me through the crowds and toward the bar area.
The ambient noise of illicit deals and quiet threats rippled around us.
Several of the League’s heavy hitters paused their conversations to offer Cipher subtle nods.
He returned them with a marginal tilt of his chin.
I caught the glare of two masked villains near the bar, their eyes boring into his back with pure, unadulterated hatred.
You didn’t climb to his rank without making enemies along the way.
He steered us into a curved, high-backed leather booth that offered a view of the floor while shielding us from the main thoroughfare. Cipher took my hips as he sat and hauled me into his lap.
I shifted, hyper-aware of every gaze that slid over us and my stomach knotted with uncertainty.
Last time I’d been in League territory with him, I’d been playing the role of his willing little toy, paraded around for everyone to see. The memory of those nights, of the way he’d touched me in front of everyone, made my skin flush hot.
“What exactly am I supposed to be here?” I whispered against his ear. “Like before, when I was—”
His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around my throat. Not enough to hurt, just enough to silence me and send a bolt of electricity straight between my legs.
“You’re not my fucking plaything anymore,” Cipher growled.
The muscle in his jaw ticked as he tightened his grip just enough to make my pulse hammer against his palm.
“You’re not my whore. You’re not my prop.
You’re mine in every way that matters. I won’t let anyone, including you, delegate you to some lesser role ever again. ”
His free hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher until his fingers could caress my pussy. He stroked once, slowly, his thumb grazing my clit.
“You’re here for my pleasure,” he said, his voice rough as he pressed a finger inside me, making my breath catch. “But I’m here for yours too.”
My body clenched around his finger and I moaned softly before I could stop it. His grip on my throat loosened, and I relaxed against him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck where his pulse thundered against my lips.
“I want them to see exactly what you are to me,” he murmured against my hair. “Not what they think you should be.”
I pressed a kiss to his throat. “And what am I to you, exactly?”
Cipher’s laugh was dark against my ear. “Everything.” His hand left my throat to cup my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “Absolutely everything.”
He kissed me then and I melted into him, my fingers curling against his chest plate as the noise of the club faded into background static.
Cipher tensed and broke the kiss, sighing as he removed his finger from me. “My contact has arrived.”
I shifted to look at the approaching figure. He was a tall villain in a silver mask whose reputation preceded him. Cobalt Crusher. League ranking in the top twenty.