Page 26 of Throttle All the Way

“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 ofhis 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.

CIPHER

The stench of blood hit me before I even stepped out of my truck. The scene, a narrow strip of desolate road between Silverdale and Port Townsend, was bathed in the faint glow of red and blue lights. The surrounding forest loomed, dark and silent, as if it too mourned the woman who now lay lifeless on the ground.

Aiyana was already there, crouched near the body, her gloved hands steady as she examined the girl’s neck. The wordslutwas carved deep into her chest, the jagged letters once again stark against another pale flesh. Rage simmered low in my gut, threatening to boil over.

This wasn’t just a message anymore. It was a fucking signature.

“Another one of Illicit’s girls,” Aiyana muttered, her voice tight with barely restrained anger. “She’s been dead for hours, maybe more. Same MO as the others—ligature marks, signs of struggle. He’s escalating.”

“Trail her movements,” I said, my voice rough. “Where was she last seen?”

“We’ve got a partial. She was spotted leaving the Silverdale hotel around midnight, heading toward a car, a black sedan, butno one saw her after that. This road…” Aiyana gestured toward the empty stretch of asphalt. “It’s a dead zone for cameras. He’s getting closer, Cipher. He’s fucking with us. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Tire marks down the trail show that the body was dumped here.”

“He’s meticulous, but he’ll slip.” My hands clenched into fists as I glanced down at the victim. Her lifeless eyes stared into the darkness, and for a moment, all I could see was Mila. Her fiery defiance. Her vulnerability. The way she had looked at me last night, trembling but unyielding.

I shook my head, forcing myself to focus.This wasn’t Mila. It wasn’t her.

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