Page 85 of Assassin: Part 1

Thank fuck. I don’t need to be told twice. I roll from the bed and remove them.

It takes far too long to get undressed; the outfit is skintight, but when I’m finally naked, so is he. I take him in, every tattooed, muscled inch. Ilya Romanov is a work of art. If I wasn’t wet before, I would be now.

His hungry gaze takes me in, bordering on feral. He lingers on my chest—not that there is much to it—before moving to my hips, thighs, and pussy. My freshly waxed pussy, because, well, a girl can hope.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to get you fully naked, lisichka?”

I smirk, unable to help myself. “Well, it’s not like you didn’t have the time when you had me tied to your bed. Someone was in just too much of a hurry.” I let out a small screech when he tangles his hand in my hair again and wrenches me forward.

His other hand cracks down hard on my ass, the sound echoing around the room. I gasp at the sensation. “Keep it up, lisichka, and I’ll fuck the sass right out of you. Starting with this mouth.” He nips my lower lip.

Considering it’s already sore from Rori’s punches, I hiss, biting him back. “Asshole.”

His chuckle is dark and low. Instead of spanking me again, he cups my ass, the grip hard enough that he might just leave bruises. The head of his cock brushes my lower belly, making me arch into him. “Your asshole, lisichka. And I’m going to make sure before we’re done, you’ll never forget it.”

“Promises, promises.”

He releases my hair and tosses me back on the bed. “Later, I will be gentle, but right now⁠—”

“Who the fuck said I wanted gentle, pet?” I lean up on my elbows as he crawls up the bed toward me. “I want you to fuck me. And I want you to fuck me the way you did on your desk.” I spread my legs, sliding my hand down to caress my swollen clit. I moan at the pleasure that races through me. I’m soaking the sheets with how wet I am, and I’m not the least bit embarrassed. “Do you see how much I want you, pet?”

“Just me, lisichka? You haven’t been obsessed and stalking any other unsuspecting Pakhans?” He brushes my hand away, replacing it with his own. His fingers are sure and firm as he rolls my clit.

I arch into his fingers, my eyes slamming shut as my orgasm builds. It’s not enough to push me over the edge, but I don’t care.

“Answer me,” he orders, slowing his fingers, sliding them down and rimming my entrance.

“Jealous, pet?” I taunt, even if my voice is less snarky than I want it to be. I gasp and moan when he slaps the top of my mound right over my clit.

“What did I say about that sass, lisichka?” He leans down, biting the inside of my thigh. I hiss and try to squirm away, but he clamps down on my other thigh, holding me in place. “And unless you want me to do it again, I suggest you start answering me.”

I glare at him. Bossy asshole. He simply stares at me.

I really want to tell him to fuck off, but at the same time, if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to lose my mind, and that’s never a good thing. I plan on getting my fill of him before I have to piss him off and leave again.

“No, there was no one else I was stalking,” I bite out. “Now would you—Fuck!”

He thrusts two fingers hard and fast inside me. There is no time to adjust as he powers in and out, sending all other thoughts spiraling away.

“You didn’t want anyone else in this pussy, did you, lisichka?” He bites out the words, but he never slows down. Does he think this is a punishment? Whimpers and moans drop from my lips, my legs straining against his grip at the onslaught of sensation.

This is pure heaven.

“Answer me.” The order is punctuated by another warning nip to my other thigh, but all the pain does is shoot my orgasm higher.

I’m close. So close. Just a little more…

He slows down, and I let out a low growl. His answering smile is sharp and unconcerned. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s enjoying every moment.

“Lisichka.”

Damn him.

“No, just you, Ilya. Now, would you stop this and fuck me, or do I need to do it myself? I’m sure I can find that dildo somewhere.”

He yanks his hand away, thrusting my thighs wide. I snarl until the head of his cock prods at my entrance.

Oh, yes, that’s more like it.