Page 88 of Assassin: Part 1

He rolls away, and I glance at the windows. The light outside is gone, only the black inky sky visible now, so it’s closing in on midnight. Which means I need to get moving.

A part of me feels badly about that, but the logical part of me knows it must be done. I have things to see to, and time apart will help clarify a lot. For both of us.

Resolving myself to it, I roll out of the bed. His eyes narrow, and I bite back a smirk as I head for the bathroom. “Are you going to stare at me or join me?” I give him a sultry smile over my shoulder.

He relaxes, following me into the bathroom.

I’ll give him major points for creativity and his nice shower bench. My knees are jelly when I finally step under the spray, letting it pour over me, enjoying it for another moment.

Ilya’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back into him. His half-hard cock presses against my ass, and he moves my wet hair away from my neck as he presses his lips there.

“Jesus Christ, are you a rabbit?” I ask, his cock jerking against me as he kisses along my neck, and bolts of pleasure shoot straight to my tender clit. The spirit might be willing, but I don’t have time for another round.

Not if I still want to walk later.

Ilya chuckles, nipping over my pulse point before he pulls away. “I’ve been waiting years to have you here and at my mercy without you trying to escape, lisichka. I’m not about to waste a second of it.”

I smile and shake my head. “Well, I’m taking a break. If you want to provide a show, I certainly won’t stop you.”

He slaps my ass, and I give a small yelp. I glare up at him, and he turns to the other showerhead. “That mouth is still sassy, lisichka, and that makes me think I haven’t tired it out enough.”

“Pet, don’t threaten me with a good time.” Alright, time to get to work. I need to make this believable, or he’s going to try and stop me.

“We still need to talk, lisichka.”

It’s a warning.

“Yeah, we will, but it’s already been a long day, and I am more than ready to get some sleep.” I turn to look at him. “Unless, of course, you don’t trust me in your bed overnight.”

His lips curl into a wicked smile. “I don’t know, are you planning on setting it on fire again?”

“Considering the only woman that will be in that bed from now on will be me, I think you’re safe.”

But just to make my point…

“And if that ever changes, next time, I won’t just set it on fire, I’ll weigh it down and drop it in the lake. I’m sure your brother will love his new position.”

His smile turns sharp. “I look forward to seeing you try, lisichka. I know your tricks now.”

I barely contain my scoff. He really thinks he knows this much about me so quickly? The man is delusional, but I suppose that works to my advantage.

“Then we shouldn’t have any problems, should we?” I toss my hair out of my face and step out of the shower. “I don’t suppose we could raid the kitchen for snacks? I’m starving. And I don’t want any of the healthy crap in your desk.”

“I’ll call down to the kitchen and have something sent up. What would you prefer?”

“A medium rare steak, garlic mashed potatoes, cooked carrots with a bit of crunch, and a chocolate brownie for dessert.” He arches a brow at me when he steps out of the shower. I shrug. “What? A girl can’t eat after putting in a hard day of killing people?”

“I’m just wondering where the hell you put all that. But that actually sounds damn good. Wine with it?”

I open my mouth to reject that, not wanting to dull my senses, but it might be the perfect way to get the hell out of here. Water might be too suspicious. “You know what, yeah, why not? I’ve earned it, and it might help me sleep.”

“Light sleeper?”

“Assassins don’t sleep deeply unless they know for sure they’re in a secure, untouchable place.”

He frowns, but I turn away to dry my hair before he can answer. That’s not something I want to get into. Not right now. Actually, not ever. It’s not something a normal person will ever understand.

I can see him watching me in the mirror’s reflection, but I ignore it, keeping my expression calm, content, even humming a small tune while my head spins with plans. I have one shot. He’ll be expecting it, and he’s not going to let me walk away after everything that’s happened and been revealed today.