Page 22 of Stalking His Assassin

In fact, I think she feels a whole hell of a lot more than she wants anyone to know. She wouldn't have a pet if she was as hard-hearted as everyone thinks the great Ghost Assassin is. Not to mention that I'm still breathing, and she didn't take out Tomas for locating her home. It makes me want to find all those soft bits and bring them to the surface. I'll show her it's okay to be vulnerable when there's someone worth the risk. And I will keep her safe. She might be a badass all on her own, but now she's a badass with backup.

I don't know how much time has passed when I hear the click of her office door closing and a set of beeps as the lock engages. Potato jumps from my lap when he hears her footsteps heading this way. He doesn't even pause before jumping into her arms as soon as she appears. She obviously expected him because she immediately cuddles him to her chest.

"Who's my best boy?" she coos, stroking between his ears. I can hear his broken purr from across the room.

"I'll be your best boy if you pet me like that," I tease.

She snorts a small laugh and rolls her eyes. "In your dreams."

"Every damn night for years."

I stand from the couch and close the distance between us. Her eyes skate over my body hotly. She looks like she wants to devour me whole, and I'm totally here for it.

"Like what you see, little wolf?"

She licks her lips and nods. "You have an amazing body."

"It's all yours," I breathe against her lips.

The cat wriggles in her arms, not liking being trapped between us. He lets out an angry meow, and Grace lets him down. He disappears down the hallway, leaving me with the object of my obsession. She doesn't hesitate to wrap her now empty arms around my neck and pull me down for a kiss.

Once again, we lose ourselves in each other. We kiss each other breathless. Her plush lips feel like heaven against mine. The sweep of her tongue has my cock harder than a rock in my boxers. She presses in closer, pinning my cock between our bodies. She trails her fingertips down my bare chest, her lips never pausing on mine as she explores my body. I let out a low groan at the delicious tease. There's nothing tentative about the way she's touching me, and when she grips my cock in her small hand, I nearly come.

Jesus. This woman has me on a hair-trigger. I grit my teeth when she rubs me through my boxers. There is no way I'm coming anywhere other than inside my beautiful little wolf. Every drop is for her cunt or mouth or ass. I won't waste a drop on anything other than marking my woman. I grip her wrist, stopping her.

"Naughty girl," I growl, nipping her bottom lip.

She flexes her wrist, testing my hold. She could free herself easily, but I'm hoping she'll submit. I need her to trust me and my dominance in this part of our lives. I would never try to control her outside of the bedroom, so to speak, but I'm in charge of her pleasure.

"I want you," she says with a sexy little pout. "I've never wanted anyone before. I don't understand this thing between us, but now that I'm keeping you, I don't want to waste time. Nothing is guaranteed in life, and I don't believe in squandering it."

"There's no turning back from this. If I sink my cock inside your tight little pussy, you're mine forever. My obsession will never go away. I will chase you to the ends of the earth if you try to leave me."

She nips my jaw playfully. "I'm not turning back. We can feed both of our obsessions together. Though, I can't promise there won't be a chase. I love your stalker tendencies. It's part of our love language."

I chuckle darkly. "Just be ready to be caught and punished, little wolf."

A shiver rolls through her, and her eyes dilate. She likes the idea of being caught by me. It makes me want to chase my naughty little wolf. I'd let her think she was safe before showing her there's no escaping me. Then I'd fuck her until she screams herself hoarse. She'd know nothing but my cock and dominance.

I release her arm only to wrap my hand around her delicate throat. It amazes me how small and fragile she appears on the outside when I know inside, she's a vicious killer. The complete juxtaposition turns me on like nothing else. I can see us hunting together. I imagine fucking her in a mark's house while their body cools. I'm going to claim her anywhere and everywhere.

She blinks up at me with those pale blue eyes, showing me complete trust even as I tighten my grip on her throat. I could quickly end her life right now, and she knows it, yet she's not fighting me, merely submitting. I brush a soft kiss on her lips in acknowledgment of her surrender. She tries to chase my lips to deepen the kiss, but I pull away before she can. Her frustrated little noises please me greatly.

Without warning I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder. "Christos! What the hell?! What are you doing?" she shouts, her little fists hitting my back without any real force behind them.

"Taking you to the bedroom where I'm going to strip you naked and fuck you senseless."

"Oh…"

I slap her ass playfully. "Yeah, 'oh.'"

Once in the bedroom, I set her on her feet and immediately get to work on stripping her clothes. I kneel to remove her boots and pull a knife from a hidden sheath. I examine the blade.

"Ceramic?"

"Doesn't trigger metal detectors."

I smirk at her resourcefulness. "Smart girl."

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