Page 48 of Assistant to the Assassin

“What?” I lean back temporarily, but I don’t let go of him. Neither does he.

“Are you sure?”

I nod manically. “Fuck yes.”

“Good.” He places his lips back over mine, then unexpectedly picks me up bridal style, making me gasp into his mouth.

“Where we going?” I ask, looking around as he carries me through doors and down hallways.

“I’m not going to fuck you for the first time on a couch. You deserve a bed.”

That’s oddly romantic. “You can be such a softie,” I croon.

He narrows his eyes, giving me a warning glance. “Don’t patronize me.”

A giddiness rises in my chest. “Why not? I like pushing your buttons.”

He chuckles darkly. “You really are a brat.”

We finally make it to my bedroom, and only when my back meets my mattress, with Henry hovering over top of me, do I reply, “What are you going to do about it?”

His heated gaze leaves mine, running over my face, neck, and chest; I feel a blush creep up my skin wherever his eyes land, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sexy in my life. The lust and need in his eyes tell me how attractive he finds me.

“What do you want me to do about it?” he asks, and his words feel like a caress against my skin.

“When you misbehave, you get punished, don’t you?” I whisper, biting his lower lip, sinking my hands into his hair.

Using his knuckles, he brushes my cheek and temple, his voice becoming gravely and rough, just like the five o’clock shadow that’s spread across his jaw. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a sub.”

I shrug. “Perceptions can be misleading. Now stop talking and make me yours.”

By the erection he has rubbing against my core, I’d say he likes that idea. He grabs onto my sports bra and yanks it up, exposing my boobs to his hungry gaze, and just like last time, he carefully detaches my pump and sets it aside on my nightstand before starting to tease me, his hot breath caressing my nipples and the valley between my breasts.

“You said you’re willing to try anything once—are there any exceptions to that?”

“No non-con,” I say with hesitation, arching my back so my breasts get closer to his teasing mouth. “No choking either.”

He nods. “I agree. I don’t like degrading my partner. Is that okay with you?”

I give an impatient whine, wiggling under him. “Yes, now will you touch me already?”

His eyes travel up my chest to my face, then he tsks softly. “I’m the one that gives commands here. There’s another part of your body that I want to worship before I get to the rest, and you’ll just have to be patient.”

I’m about to make another comment, but then I notice Henry is sliding down my body and taking my sweatpants with him. I fall silent and listen to his instructions without protest, watching him with an eager expression as he undresses my bottom half and bares my pussy to his gaze. He spreads my legs, admiring me for a moment, then with a ravenous growl, he buries his face between my thighs, licking me from the bottom of my vulva to my clit.

“Christ on a cracker,” I breathe, locking my legs over his shoulders.

“Are you going to come for me, Beth?” he asks, sucking onto my clit.

I give a nonverbal string of grunts and whines, which Henry rightfully interprets as a yes. He alternates between kissing and sucking on my clit, very quickly sending me into the beginnings of a climax. I dig my nails into his scalp, urging him to keep going, but in a wicked turn of events, he stops his ministrations after my reply, once again hovering his body over mine.

“Why did you stop?” I demand, frustrated and aching for release.

“I want you coming on my cock,” he tells me, unhooking my sports bra from its front clasp and tossing it aside with the rest of my clothing. “But since you keep trying to make demands, I’m gonna make you work for it.”

Before I can ask what he means, he slides off the bed and begins undressing himself. He rips his shirt over his head, then starts on his pants, saying quietly, “Get on your hands and knees.”

I really like this dominating side of him. Panting and still aching from before, I do as he says, sticking my ass out towards him and resting my weight on my elbows. I look over my shoulder at him, finding him naked and stroking his dick, which is already leaking precum from the tip. He swipes that little bead again and begins unwrapping a condom, but I stop him.

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