Page 49 of Assassin: Part 1

I’m not so far gone I don’t understand what he’s implying. “What do you want?”

“Your name. All I want is your name. Then I’ll let you come. I’ll fuck you with my cock, and we’ll figure out what we do next. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you my cock as often as you like from now on.”

I’m so close and also so irritated. Why does this man have to go and ruin such a good time?

And just when it was getting good. Looks like it’s time to wrap things up here.

“My name?” I breathe. “You have my name.” I find the knife. “Please, Ilya. I’m so close.” I definitely am. I just need a little more.

“I love how you say my name,” he groans, thrusting his finger a little harder while his other hand moves back to my clit, rubbing it lightly.

Stars shoot behind my eyes as I slam them closed, letting myself have one more moment. Just one more before it has to end.

“Ilya,” I breathe again. “Please, Ilya, I need to come, and I’ll give you whatever you want. Please.” I throw a small whine in my voice, a plea he won’t be able to resist.

He groans, and I know I’ve got him.

He twists his finger in my ass, and the finger on my clit moves faster, harder. That’s all I need.

My orgasm crashes into me hard and fast, wave after wave moving through me and making me shudder. A low guttural moan wrenches from me.

“Fuck, baby, yes,” Ilya groans behind me, thrusting his finger and rubbing my clit even more, trying to prolong the pleasure beating through me. “Fuck, your ass is clamped so tight. You’re going to strangle my cock when I get inside you.”

I can only moan, enjoying the warmth of my orgasm flushing through me. My skin warms, my muscles relaxing, and my mind is blessedly quiet just for a quick moment. A dangerous move for someone in my line of work, but this man, he makes me feel … safe.

He makes me feel safe.

Well, if that’s not a rush of ice water to clear the mind. No, this man isn’t safe. No one is safe. The only person I will ever be able to trust is myself. I can’t forget that.

Ever.

I open my eyes, determination overriding any desire wanting to linger. My time is running out, so now is the time to make my move.

Keeping my hand tight over the loosened knot, I give a soft moan as Ilya moves off the bed without another word before heading to the bathroom. Listening to the water, I grab the knife he’s forgotten on the bed, so sure I can’t get to it, and put it between the pillows out of sight.

Hearing Ilya coming back, I grab the knot again, lowering myself to my belly and pressing my face into the pillow, exaggerating my breathing.

Damn, I really should get an Oscar for this performance.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you still haven’t given me your name, lisichka. Now, are you going to be a good girl and tell me what I want to know, or are we going to start all over again? And this time, it’ll be more than my finger in your ass.”

I see ass play is going to be a thing between us. I shiver, and Ilya chuckles, getting closer to me, distracted. “You like the idea of my cock in your ass, baby? Good. Because I have a feeling every time you’re sassy, that’s where I’m going to end up. Or deep in that mouth. Maybe we’ll explore that, hmmm? See how deep you can take me down that pretty throat?”

He gives my ass a quick slap, and it’s the perfect moment.

I have the knife in my hand and up to his throat before he can register what’s happening. He tries to block and jerk back, but I’m already countering.

His foot raises, but I block it, my thigh absorbing the blow, and trip and spin him onto the bed. I’m careful not to cut him, but only my training and practice keep me from stabbing him.

It’s a bit of a struggle, but I drop the knife to the floor and well out of his reach as I yank his wrists above his head, my knee pressing on his balls as I restrain him. I slide up his belly, with my knees near his armpits. I lean forward, testing the restraints to make sure he won’t be able to yank them out easily, and find them sturdy and anchored.

I yelp as his teeth sink into my naked thigh.

I yank away from him, staring at the imprint of his teeth on my thigh. The pain is minimal, all things considered. Like the crazy bitch I am, my blood heats with desire. “Awww, thank you for that little love bite, pet,” I croon, leaning forward again and patting his cheek as he glares at me. “Maybe I’ll get it tattooed, huh? Memento of our night together?”

His eyes bore into mine, jaw clenched and ticking. “You’re going to pay for this, lisichka.”

“Mmmm, I’m sure I will someday, but right now, it’s your turn. And I have such a fun surprise for you, pet. You distracted me with that lovely show of dominance that I haven’t even shown you the present I’ve brought for us. Well, more for me.” I giggle, picturing his expression.