Page 109 of Assassin: Part 1

“Agree to my terms, Lane, and I’ll make you come before I fuck you.” One more thrust of my tongue has her moaning and trembling, but I yank back when her inner walls clench around me, desperate to keep me in place.

“Fuck.”

“I love your pussy, Lane,” I murmur, staring at her. Some women might find this position awkward or embarrassing, but not Lane. She shifts, widening her stance, letting me see every inch of her. “So fucking pretty and made just for me. My tongue, my cock, my fingers. I want to fill it so full you’ll never get the feeling of me out.”

“The size of your cock, there’s no worry about that.” She groans.

I chuckle then thrust my tongue inside her a few times, jerking away when she starts to shake. “Tell me, Lane. Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll make you come. Hard. I’ll give you everything you want.”

“Fuck… yes, Ilya, fine. I’ll only let you fuck me, and I won’t do anything without you. Now fuck me.”

Elation. I don’t waste any more time.

“Good girl.” I latch onto her clit and suck, and she lets out a sharp scream, finally getting the release her body has been straining for. As her body quakes, I thrust two fingers inside her, curling them the way she needs and prolonging her orgasm. She bucks, arches, squirms, and lets out soft sobs with every shuddering wave.

It’s glorious. She’s glorious.

“Fuck, yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck.” Her chant is loud and uninhibited as I wring every last drop from her before she finally settles, pressing her face into the table and trying to catch her breath.

“Beautiful,” I mutter, easing her back to the floor.

I can’t wait any longer, desperate to have her. “Next time, baby, I’m going to be filling this tight little hole,” I say as I line myself up to her entrance, massaging the puckered hole with my thumb.

She shudders. “Only if I get to do the same to you,” she gasps, voice husky. She gives a sharp moan as I thrust inside her, her orgasm easing my entrance. “Fuck, yes, pet. Fill me with that big, fat cock.” She shoves her hips back, taking more of me inside her, and my thumb also slips just inside her puckered hole. “Fuck.”

The tight, wet feel of her pussy around my cock is like coming home. So perfect. Everything I’ve been waiting for. The ring of her asshole grips my thumb.

“That’s it, lisichika,” I praise as I set a steady pace. I wrap my free arm around her hips to keep her from slamming into the table’s edge. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Ilya. Fuck. Yes. So good. Don’t hold back. I need all of it. You. Now. Please.”

Who am I to deny her?

I pull my thumb from her ass, grip her hips, and fuck her.

Hard. Fast. Claiming.

Her screams and cries fill the room and probably echo down the halls. Good. Let them all hear. Let them know this woman is mine. Everything I’ve been waiting for.

She comes hard, her body detonating and drawing my own orgasm from me. I keep her name on a low snarl, my brain still kicking in enough to remember I can’t be screaming it. Not yet.

I press myself as deep as I can as I fill her, needing her to have all of me.

To fully make her mine and force her to realize that when she gets overwhelmed and wants to run, I want it to be straight to me.

46

LANE

Everything in me itches to run. To get the hell out of here. This isn’t normal for me. I don’t hang around after sex. I leave. I get back to work. Not stand in a giant fancy bathroom and watch as the man who just fucked me six ways to Sunday in his bed and on his bedroom floor draws us a bath in the massive tub.

It’s fucking weird.

Especially as I stand here naked and his cum leaks out of me. Any other time, I’d think it was hot, but right now, I really want to put my clothes on and get the hell out of here. I still have a laundry list of things to do for the syndicate and my own little projects.

Maybe I can slip out before he realizes. I can deal with him being angry later.

“Come here, lisichka.” His voice is warm, gentle.