Page 155 of Assassin's Obsession

"Hide and seek."

The predator in me rises to the surface. "You're hiding." It's not a question.

I will always be the hunter.

"I am."

My muscles tense with anticipation. "What happens when I find you?"

"Whatever I want."

"Shouldn't it be whateverIwant if I catch you?"

She blows me a sultry kiss. "My game. My rules."

Fuck.

The lights go out and I hear her giggle in the near pitch black.

Then the clip of heels as she runs away. "Come and find me, Death. I'll be waiting!"

How is she moving so fast in the dark? Then the shape of what she had in her hand clicks. Night vision goggles.

Anticipation thrumming through my veins, I follow the scuffs of her footsteps in the dark. There, she turned into the large storage room.

When I reach it, she's not there but her shoes are.

She's barefoot making it easier for her to move quietly.

Good job,piccola gatta, I silently praise her as I stop moving entirely to listen. I moderate my heartrate and breathing and wait.

There. It's a soft brush of something further down the hall, near the saferoom. Maybe in it. The door to the room was closed during the party. Is it now?

I move swiftly and silently down the hall, my predator's instincts aroused like the rest of me.

The saferoom door is cracked in invitation. One I'm only too eager to take.

Pushing it open, the only thing I can see in the dark room is the gray couch sectional glowing purple.

Fabric rustles, landing against the floor with a whisper of sound.

Mia amatefloats in midair. Her head thrown back, her back arched, one leg is bent and the other sticking straight out from her body. Just like at the club, the UV light reveals her entire body, but the white angel costume glows, highlighting her tits and pussy. The glitter in her hair glows too, making it look like a shimmering curtain falling toward the floor.

Fuck.

Candi had my men busy with more than decorating for Cookie's party today.

This setup took planning. She must be on a newly installed matte black dance pole for it to disappear as if it's not there inthe ultraviolet light. Everything in the room has to be draped in black too.

And she did it all forme.

I pound my fist against my chest, trying to dislodge the weird feeling there only to realize a second later, it's that emotion only she evokes. Happiness.

She points toward the couch. "Sit down, my beloved Death. I want to give you a show."

Turned on to the point of discomfort, I have to adjust the log in my pants so I can do as she says. Gripping my cock through the leather, I squeeze and let my groan of pleasure free.

"Save some of that for later," she purrs like the sweet little cat she is. "We're just getting started."

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