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Chapter 99 – Shooting Fish In A Barrel
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Cracking His Code Chapter 102 – The Price of Doing Business
DomYou can’t mop up panic. Blood comes out of teak decking if you use enough bleach and cold water, but panic just sort of hangs in the air, thick and sticky and tasting like copper.Getting the girls off the Nauti Buoy is a logistical nightmare. We have twenty dead billionaires cooling on the lower deck, an underwater lock that Oliver has somehow magically kept open, and a very narrow window before the yacht’s automated dead-man protocols decide to phone home. We have to move fast, which means dragging twelve barefoot, half-naked, completely hysterical women through the guts of a submarine bay and into the transit Zodiacs.It’s ugly. One of them throws up on my boots. Another tries to dive back into the water because she thinks we’re a rival cartel coming to skin them.By the time we get them to the secure transit point, an abandoned industrial laundry facility on the outskirts of Naples, my adrenaline is crashing, replaced by cold fury.I dump an armful of cheap fleece blanket
Cracking His Code Chapter 101 – Soothing The Brat
Kir He stays exactly where I left him. On his hands and knees, his head bowed, the duvet bunched around his shins.An hour ago, he was standing in the main living area, coldly orchestrating the logistics of a mass assassination. He was spinning variables, anticipating security countermeasures, and calculating how to trap twenty men inside a reinforced steel room so we could slaughter them. He was the architect of tomorrow’s violence. Untouchable. The smartest man on the continent, running purely on adrenaline and arrogant certainty.Now, he’s crying quietly into the mattress. Just because I told him to stay still.The whiplash of it actually catches me under the ribs. A heavy, brutal kind of possessiveness hooks into my chest and pulls tight. It makes me run hot. I stand at the edge of the bed and just look at him, taking the time to process the sheer gravity of what he gives me.The varnished wood of the humbler locks him in a perfect, agonizing stasis. He’s anchored by the
Cracking His Code Chapter 100 – Flogging
Oliver I stand in the middle of the room, my laptop balanced in one hand, staring at a terminal window. The code is compiling, the backdoor into the Nauti Buoy’s mainframe half-written, and my brain is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. I’m restless, shifting my weight from foot to foot, my skin itching with the residual adrenaline of the hack.Kir walks in without announcing himself. He just appears in the doorway, watching me. He's wearing dark jeans and a t-shirt, looking unnervingly casual for a man who’s planning a mass assassination for breakfast.I ignore him. Or I try to. I hit a few more keys, pretending I’m entirely consumed by the firewall protocols.He crosses the room, plucks the laptop right out of my hands, and sets it on the desk."Hey," I snap, reaching for it. "I'm not done. I have to finish the decryption script."Kir steps into my space, blocking me entirely. "You are done for now.""I really am not," I argue, crossing my arms. "If that lock has updated fir
Cracking His Code Chapter 99 – Shooting Fish In A Barrel
Oliver The bathroom mirror is fogged around the edges, but the center is perfectly clear. I stand in front of it, staring at my reflection.The thick, matte black leather collar is still snug around my throat. It’s been there since Amsterdam. A constant, heavy reminder of exactly who I belong to. I love the weight of it. I love the way the metal O-ring rests in the hollow of my throat, constantly dragging my focus back to Kir, grounding the chaotic noise in my head into something quiet and manageable.But right now, the quiet is a liability.I reach up and trace the edge of the leather with my thumb. Behind me, the bathroom door is open. Kir is leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his massive chest. He’s already dressed in dark jeans and a plain black t-shirt, watching me with that heavy, unblinking focus.He knows what I’m doing. He felt the shift in my energy ten minutes ago when my phone buzzed with the automated alert I’d set up on the syndicate’s offshore
Cracking His Code Chapter 98 – Surprise
KirIt’s been three weeks since Oliver fully entered sub-space for the first time, and something’s changed.The brat is definitely still there. He still argues with me just to hear his own voice, and he still rolls his eyes when I give him a direct order, but the terrified, desperate edge is gone. He’s eating and sleeping on a regular schedule and not giving the others the sharp edge of his tongue if they look at him too long.I know it’s because of us. The way we’ve just clicked. The dynamic, our relationship, it all just works. And it makes everything else feel easy. When he pushes back too hard, I put him over my knee or put him in a corner until the attitude burns off. He resets. We move on.It works so perfectly it makes me superstitious. I’ve spent my entire life waiting for the other shoe to drop, but this time the shoe stubbornly refuses to drop.The team is functioning like a well-oiled machine. Chana and Oliver actually spent four hours in the same room yesterday buildin
Cracking His Code Chapter 97 – Finding Our Rhythm
Oliver The morning after a scene like that always feels like breathing underwater. My blood is a thick, heavy syrup of endorphins. The frantic, exhausting noise in my head is completely gone. I’m just a body sunk into a mattress, stripped of my armor.I’m tangled in the sheets, my face smashed into a pillow that smells like Kir’s cedar soap. Then I notice the distinct absence of steel against my groin. The cage is gone. He must have unlocked it while I was unconscious.The second realization follows immediately. There is a specific, humid heat surrounding my cock.Kir’s mouth is on my cock.He refuses to give me any momentum. He isn't rushing. He’s just holding me in the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue dragging a lazy, agonizing path along the underside of the head.I should probably say something clever, or at least open my eyes, but the effort seems astronomical. I just let out a pathetic, gravelly sound into the pillow. My hips jerk toward his mouth involuntarily.Kir sto
Cracking His Code Chapter 74 — Comedown
OliverThe painkillers Tariq pushed into my IV are top-tier, black-market military grade. I know this because my left hand is wrapped in rigid aluminum splints, several of my toes are missing their nails, my ribs are taped so tight I can barely expand my lungs, and I actually feel fantastic.Warm.
Cracking His Code Chapter 72 – Holding On
OliverSwallowing is a mistake.The hinge of my jaw clicks with a sharp, grinding pop that shoots static straight behind my right eye.Broken, probably. Or at least fractured. Hard to tell when the rest of my face is also radiating heat and throbbing in out-of-sync rhythms. My nose is definitely b
Cracking His Code Chapter 71 – Eight Hours
KirThe plastic keycard clicks red, then green. I got a spare key to Oliver’s room when we checked in so I wouldn’t have to knock when I pay a midnight visit.Empty.The bed is still perfectly made. The cheap hotel pen is chewed to hell on the desk, next to a half-empty water bottle. No Oliver.I
Cracking His Code Chapter 70 – The Liability
OliverMy laptop is closed on the hotel desk, but I can still see the terminal window.It sits behind my eyelids every time I blink. Black background. White text. The exact string of characters I typed to override the Maybach’s braking system.I’m sitting on the edge of the mattress in room 402, s
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