Page 47 of Assassin: Part 1

I lean down, taking her right nipple into my mouth, and suck hard.

She bites back a cry, back bowing, driving herself into me.

I show no mercy. Sucking, biting, licking, all of it. Her moans and soft cries fill my ears and deepen when I move to the other side, giving it the same treatment. When I pull away, her eyes are wide, her skin is flushed a dusty pink, and she grinds her pussy against me.

Son of a bitch, she’s drenched.

The front of my boxers clings to me, soaked through, a mixture of her and me.

No, don’t let that distract you. She could be still hiding something. No chances.

Using her momentary distraction, I grip her hips, flipping her to her belly. She gasps and turns her head to glare at me. “If you wanted to see my ass, pet, all you had to do was ask.”

My gaze moves to the two muscular cheeks on perfect display for me. She’s not curvy, more lean, but it does nothing to diminish my desire or how much I want to slap her ass until it’s red.

I run my hand over her hip, sliding beneath the loose fabric of her now destroyed shirt, feeling every dip, rib, and muscle as I explore. “I’m never going to complain about getting to see your ass, lisichka, but I’m also not going to let it distract me from whatever else you’re trying to hide.” I turn my hand, feeling along the fabric of her top, searching for hidden pockets and zippers. “Being drugged once was enough.”

I half expect her to growl at me, but she silently waits, relaxed. Finding nothing, I pull away. Before I can say anything else, she rises on her knees, ass arched high, before widening her stance, breasts and torso still pressed into the bed.

“Are you sure you checked everywhere, pet?” she croons, rolling her hips.

Would she really do that? My mind races as my gaze lowers to her delicious cunt once again on full display for me.

I glance up, and she winks at me.

Fuck, she definitely would.

19

LANE

Ijust need a couple more seconds to get through the knot. I’ll give it to him; Ilya is damn good with them. Good thing one of the first lessons in that godforsaken school was learning how to get the hell out of these kinds of knots. If I’m being honest, I could have been out of it already, but Ilya is doing an excellent job of distracting me.

If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to lose my mind. Well, more than I already have, but that’s neither here nor there.

Just a little more.

A sharp gasp of pleasure bursts from my mouth at the stinging slap Ilya gives my ass. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve got something hidden inside this sweet pussy, lisichka?”

My pussy clenches, knowing what’s about to come. “I might. Maybe you should check to find out.”

Now I’m wishing I had thought of something like that. Wouldn’t that be a fun surprise? I subtly undo the knot. If he thinks I’m staying like this, he’s insane.

Probably why I’m so attracted to him.

The next slap to my ass is a little harder, jolting me forward and making me moan. It’s a warning and a promise. One he better get to, and fast because once I’m free, he’s mine.

I’m almost there. So close.

He slaps both my knees, making me jerk them open farther. The move makes the position I’m in even more lewd, and I love it. Following a slight catch in his breath, a rough groan rumbles up from deep in his chest.

“Fuck, your pussy is soaking wet and perfect,” he rasps. “Ain’t no way you’re hiding anything in there. It’d be sliding out of you.”

“You sure about that?” I can’t resist taunting—thank fuck I’ve done Kegel exercises—and clench my pussy tight, adding to the show.

Anything to distract him from what I’m doing right now.

He inhales sharply and grips my thighs so tight I’ll have bruises. The man certainly wants to mark me. Not that I’m going to complain. He’ll be wearing a few more of my marks before I leave.