Page 27 of Stalking His Assassin

"Very well," I reply, not hiding my disappointment.

I resume spanking her pert ass. Each swat is harsher than the last. I pay particularly close attention to her sit spots. After a few hard spanks, her hands fly back to protect her sore bottom. I catch her hands in one of mine and pin them to her lower back, then resume spanking her. It doesn't take long for her entire body to go limp in complete submission. I give her two more swats, harder than all the ones before. She sucks in a breath and lets out a muffled sob.

Everything inside me wants to pick her up and hold her, but I know she'll shut down again if I offer her softness right now. She needs me to be in control, and even though it kills me to listen to her cry without comforting her, I know it's what she needs to release, whatever she's bottled up.

"Talk to me, love."

"I-I'm leaving tonight."

"We knew one of us would have a job come up sooner or later, little wolf. Eris and Hades can't hide away forever."

"Y-you'll l-leave m-me," she wails.

Finally, the truth. She's worried that I will leave her if she's not here. I should've known that would worry her. She gave me access to her security system so I could leave at any time, but I stayed because I knew it was a test, even if she wasn't awarethat's what she was doing. I won't fail her. I cover her back with my larger body and wrap my arms around her tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere, love," I croon, pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder.

"You w-will. I won't be here to keep you."

"Oh, my love. How do you not know that you own my heart and soul? There's no me without you. Leaving you would be the death of me."

"I h-hate that you made me love you!" she wails.

My heart soars at her confession. "I'm not sorry, little wolf. I've loved you for so damn long it's about time that you caught up."

She lets out a choked laugh. "I don't want to lose you."

"I'm right here, love."

She shifts on her feet, causing her ass to rub against my cock. I've been hard since I bared her beautiful ass. Even our serious conversation isn't enough to get rid of it. Being pressed against her like this has only made me harder—needier. Hearing her confess her true feelings for me has me even more turned on. She gasps at the feel of me and presses back against me again. I grip her hip, preventing her from rubbing her sexy ass on me.

Grace whimpers at being denied.

"What's wrong, little wolf?" I ask, nipping her neck.

"I need you."

"You have me."

"Inside me. I need to feel you… please," she says pleadingly.

I stand and make quick work of undoing my belt and jeans. I push them down enough for my cock to spring free. I run my fingers through her pussy lips, finding her absolutely soaked. I line up with her opening and thrust into the hot clench of her pussy in one hard motion.

She moans, arching her back. She so fucking tight like this. Her legs are pinned closed by her tight jeans around her knees,making her feel even tighter. She feels like my own personal heaven.

"Oh God, Christos!" she cries out.

"You feel so fucking good. My good girl. Who owns this pussy?" I growl.

"You!"

"That's. Right. It's. Fucking. Mine." Every word is punctuated by a hard thrust that has her clenching around me like a silken vise.

"Yours… yours… yours…" she pants.

I force my hand between her body and the couch so I can circle her clit. She makes an unholy noise as her orgasm overtakes her. Her pussy flutters around me like she's trying to milk me, but I'm not done with her yet. I pull out and flip her so her ass is perched on the edge of the arm of the couch and enter her in another hard thrust.

"Oh fuck! Fuck… fuck… Oh God, Christos… It's too much…"

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