Page 110 of Assassin: Part 1

I blink at him, startled, and there’s an understanding in his eyes that does nothing to calm my nerves. It only makes me feel stupid.

I should be able to handle this normal shit. It’s a fucking bath. And this is what I wanted. So why does it feel wrong?

“Lisichka, if you run, I’m going to chase you instead of relaxing and enjoying each other.” He walks toward me, and I stiffen when he wraps his arms around me. When I don’t wrap my arms around him too, he chuckles. “You can hug me back, Lane. It’s not going to kill you.”

“Famous last words,” I mutter. Stiffly, I wrap my arms around him, but it doesn’t feel normal. Or natural. My mind races with all the ways I can get out of his hold if he tries anything.

I’ve trained for this. I can handle anything he throws at me, even in a vulnerable state.

Idiot. You’ve put yourself in danger. You should die for that alone.

Pasha’s words echo in my head, and I hate that he’s fucking right. I’m vulnerable to this man, and all it would take is one moment for me to be fucked. And not in the good way.

Ilya draws back and looks down at me, searching. Finally, he cups my ass and scoops me up. I wrap my legs around him. “We’ll figure out what put the need to run in your eyes, baby,” he murmurs as he climbs into the tub before lowering us into the warm water.

I don’t know what it means that he could tell I wanted to run. I need to get better at hiding my thoughts with this man.

Or, far worse, I’m starting to lose my edge. And that can’t happen.

Before I can freak the hell out about just what that means, Ilya’s mouth settles over mine, and all the thoughts slide away as I sink into him. He tastes so good, and another spark of heat flares to life in my belly. His cock hardens against my ass, and I press back against it.

Yes, that’s what I need. Him. I need another distraction. Everything else, we can work out later.

Clearly, he isn’t getting the hint because he pulls back rasps, “I’m not fucking you again right now, lisichka.”

“Mmm, I don’t think your dick has gotten the memo, pet.” I reach behind me, circling him in my hand. “And I certainly don’t want to disappoint him.”

Ilya’s eyes slam shut, and he groans as I stroke him. “We need to talk, Lane. Fuck.”

I smile, going up on my knees and lining him up with my entrance. I don’t drop, teasing us both. “You want to talk when you can have this?” I gasp when I move the head of his cock to my clit, pleasure streaking through me.

“Lane,” he groans, and I can feel him straining beneath me, like he’s doing everything he can to hold himself back. Denying himself.

“Ilya, talking is overrated. Especially when you have my waiting pussy for you. Do you want to fuck me, pet? Or, rather, do you want me to fuck you? We haven’t tried this position yet, have we?” I adjust, pressing the head against my entrance again. My entire body shudders at the stretch and burn.

“Talking is the exact thing we haven’t done, Lane,” he grits out between clenched teeth. His pupils dilate, and his face flushes as I flutter around him, still not taking him inside.

It’s the best form of torture.

“Later, Ilya. Later. Right now, I need you inside me.” I’m not above begging. My entire body is on fire.

He shudders, gripping my hips and slamming me down on him. I cry out, pleasure swamping me at the fullness. “Ride me, lisichka,” he orders, slapping my ass, but the sting isn’t there in the water.

I waste no time, lifting and driving down, setting a fast pace. With water sloshing, the slick surface has my knees slipping and my movements jerky, but I don’t stop chasing my release. He thrusts up to meet me, slamming inside me.

“More, pet, I need more,” I gasp, my release just out of reach.

“I have you, lisichka. I have you. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” One hand drops from my hips, moving between us and rubbing furiously at my clit. It’s exactly what I need.

I cry out as my release swamps me, body shuddering and grinding over him, reveling in it.

Yes, that is exactly what I need.

Ilya stiffens beneath me, and he pulses inside me, my body rippling around him and milking every last drop.

Finally, sated, I slump forward, burying my face in his neck. He presses a kiss to my temple.

It feels kind of nice. Normal.