Page 48 of Assassin: Part 1

“I guess I should probably check, shouldn’t I?”

My body shudders as his right hand moves between my thighs, his fingers sliding through my wet lips to my clit and rubbing it hard and quick. Oh, thank god, he remembers exactly what I need. There’s no shy, easy exploration from this man.

I moan, gripping the knot tight as pleasure swamps. It’s taking all my control not to sink into the feeling completely. “This pretty clit is so swollen for me, isn’t it, lisichka? Tell me, do you rub it at night, wishing it was my tongue sucking it like I did on my desk? Where you screamed so perfectly. Should we see if you do it again?”

“If you’re offering to put your head between my legs and suck on my clit, then I’ll sing the opera for you, pet.” My eyes slam shut when he pinches my clit, sending another wave of pain and pleasure through my already charged system, but not enough to make me come.

“That gag is looking tempting. Keep up the sass, and I’ll find something you won’t like at all to cover those lips.” My pussy spasms at the threat.

I’m into kinky shit, sue me.

“Mmm, someone likes that idea.” His fingers slide away from my clit, and I turn my head back around, biting my lip to keep from cursing him. The knot is three-quarters undone, and I’m not ready for him to stop yet. Gag or not.

I let out a gasp when he thrusts two fingers inside me, no warning or teasing. Not giving my body time to adjust, he pushes them as deep as he can, flexing and pressing them wide, and my inner walls clench and quiver around him. “Fuck,” I hiss.

That might be enough to push me over, if he would just hit that spot …

“Mmmm, no, I don’t think you’re hiding anything up there,” Ilya murmurs, thrusting his fingers a little harder before pulling back.

“You sure? Maybe you should check again,” I pant, despising emptiness. Alright, so maybe he was right, and this is torture.

He gives a dark chuckle. “Be careful what you wish for, lisichka.” A thrill skirts through my nerves, and a gut-deep moan bursts out when he shoves three thick fingers inside me, filling and stretching me so deliciously.

“Fuck,” I moan, pressing my hips back, trying to take more of him deeper.

“Such a greedy pussy,” he praises, moving his fingers fast and hard, setting a punishing pace. Gasps and cries fall from my lips, the wet, slapping sound of his fingers filling the room.

Pleasure swamps me, my body shuddering and trembling as my orgasm rises swiftly.

Just before it crests, he stops, yanking his fingers out of me and slapping my ass. I turn my head to glare at him. He gives a dark smile. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing. I should hate him and rage at him, but I simply narrow my eyes at him in warning.

One he completely ignores.

“I think it’s safe to say you’re not hiding anything in this pussy, lisichka, but that’s not the only place you can hide anything, is it?”

Cool air brushes over my ass as he grips my cheeks, spreading them wide. I shiver, my asshole clenching.

“Just remember, pet, turnabout is fair play,” I warn him, giving him a wicked smile.

He runs his fingers along the crack of my ass until he reaches the puckered hole. “Hold still, lisichka, or this is going to be very uncomfortable.”

At least he has the decency to lube up my ass with my own arousal before he presses a finger inside. He’s not as brutal as before, taking care, and I fall for him a little more.

Warmth fills my chest, and I have to look away from him. Damn it. When has anyone, let alone a man, actually cared about my comfort? I need to be careful.

Sex is one thing, but this? This is something I can’t have. Yet. Not until everything is settled. Then, maybe, I can do what I want.

Pleasure and pain war, but pleasure wins out as he curls his finger, thrusting and making my orgasm rise again. Slower this time, but a deeper burn.

“Fuck, your ass is going to take my cock so fucking well, lisichka,” he mutters. “It’s going to squeeze me so fucking tight I won’t be able to last.”

I moan, pressing back into his hand. “More, Ilya. I need more,” I groan. Pleasure is swamping my senses, my pussy clenching hard, just as desperate to be filled but getting no relief.

“You need more what, lisichka? Tell me, and maybe I’ll give it to you for being a good girl and not fighting me.”

“I need your thick cock in my pussy,” I grit out, clenching my teeth as my clit throbs.

“You need my cock more than coming?” He thrusts his finger a little faster and harder, and my mouth drops open, soft mewling sounds emerging. “How badly do you want my cock, lisichka? Perhaps I’ll give you exactly what you need if you give me what I want most.”