Page 28 of Stalking His Assassin

"Look at this pretty little pussy taking my big cock. You like it, don't you? You like when I own you with this thick cock."

“Yessssss…” she hisses.

"That's my good girl. Now you're going to come for me again."

She shakes her head in denial, but her body is already tightening around me. I keep the same relentless pace until her pussy locks down on me. It's the most exquisite torture I've ever felt. I bury myself deep and let go. My cock jerks inside her as I fill her with my release. I come harder than I've ever come in my life. I swear it's like she's sucking my fucking soul out with her pussy. I don't care. It's hers anyway.

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GRACE

I can practically hearthe seconds tick down to when I must leave. After Christos spanked me, made me confess my feelings, and then fucked me to within an inch of my life, he carried me into the bathroom and ran us a bath. I should be focused on my job, but I can only think about what happens when I leave and Christos is free to go.

I hate that I’m so insecure. I’ve never felt insecure like this before. It’s uncomfortable, and I hate it. I guess that’s part of loving someone so damn much. Christos has the power to crush me in a way I don’t think I’d ever recover from. Losing Harper would break my heart because she’s the sister I never had… the family I didn’t realize I needed, but I would survive. I’d be sad, and there’d be a hole in my heart, but I could keep going.

If I lose Christos?

It would ruin me. I wouldn’t just have a hole in my heart; there would be a void in my chest where my heart once lived. My soul would shrivel to nothing. My will to live would cease. I can’t even think about what I would do without him. I can imagine any number of ways I would go about ending my misery.

“I’ve decided on a solution to our problem,” Christos says, breaking through my morose thoughts.

“What’s that?”

“I come with you. I don’t like the thought of you leaving me behind while you rush off into danger, and you don’t like the unknown about whether I’ll still be here when you return. This solves both issues.”

I roll his words around in my head for a moment. My first instinct is anger that he’s insinuating I can’t do my job properly when I’ve more than proven myself to be the best over the years. The other part sounds reasonable. If he’s with me, I can keep an eye on him, and if he tries to run, I can sedate him and lock him up again until he changes his mind about leaving.

“I don’t need a keeper.”

“Didn’t say that you did, love. I know you’re capable. You’re the Ghost. The assassin that other assassins fear. You’re their boogeyman. I merely want to watch your back. Support you. Be there if some asshole stabs you,” he growls the last bit, not hiding his anger at my being hurt.

“I’ve never worked with anyone before,” I admit.

“Me either, but I want us to be partners in all things. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“Okay… We can be partners, but I’m in charge.”

He chuckles. “Of course. Eris can be the badass that bosses her Hades around if I get to be in charge at other times.”

He dips his fingers between my legs, teasing a finger along my slit. “I can agree to that.”

“Good girl,” he growls, sending a shiver of excitement through me.

He spends the next hour showing me what a good girl I am and it’s perfect.

“You don’t needto come inside with me,” I argue.

Christos was supposed to wait at the hotel but didn’t like that he would be miles away from where I would be. I agreed that he could watch from where I’m surveilling the building, but now that it’s time for me to go in, he’s decided he needs to come with me. Probably has something to do with the ten guards patrolling the parameters of the property and the six people I’ve been able to count with infrared on the inside.

“Let me help,” he says, almost pleading.

I blow out a breath. “This wasn’t the plan.”

He pulls me against his strong body and kisses me breathless. “Maybe not, but we’re partners now. You don’t have to do it all alone anymore.”

I lick my lips and nod in agreement. Harper would one hundred percent tell me I’ve been dickmatized. I never understood what that meant until now. Apparently, a bunch of earth-shattering orgasms is enough to have me relenting on everything I said I wouldn’t budge on.

“Good girl. Now let’s go fuck some shit up,” he says with a feral grin. A grin that tells me that Hades has come out to play.

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