Page 33 of Trapping His Assassin

“You can’t keep me here. I will kill you, and all the men who stand in the way, between me and my freedom.”

He shrugged again. “I think I can take you.”

“Doubtful.” My eyes flickered to the injury on his shoulder.

He wrapped his hand around my wrist, and pulled me flush against him. “I’m not the one who missed. I think my aim is better than yours.”

I’m not proud of this, but the unladylike screech that came out of my throat scared even me. I tried to hit him in the shoulder, but my reflexes were off. I ended up on my back, lying on the bed, staring up at him.

“Get the fuck off me,” I seethed.

“I don’t think I will.” Despite the strain on his vocal cords, his voice took on a mischievous lilt.

I struggled hard. “Get off me or I’ll fucking kill you.” I tried bucking him off.

He held on like I was his favorite Bronco. “Make me,” he whispered in my ear.

I shivered, feeling the bite of his teeth down to my toes. It made no sense that I was finally feeling attraction to a man, and not only was he my mark, he was my kidnapper. I needed to kill him, get out of here, and get in contact with Mateo.

With any luck, I could be back at The Academy saving my students in no time. I just needed a little nap. My eyes fluttered closed, but I forced them back open. Roman was laying kisses down my neck, distracting me. I tried to move my knees apart so I could kick him, but nothing worked.

My reaction to the drugs had me sinking into the pillows with a sigh, and a goofy smile on my face. I could feel it. My mouth muscles weren’t used to moving in an upward direction. It was painful.

Roman kissed down my body. A flash of memory came to me, Roman chasing me down and fucking me in front of his men. In front of everyone who was in the vicinity to see. Bared to them all with no shame, as I got my pleasure from him.

My first orgasm with a man.

Despite my hatred for him, I also couldn’t deny the intoxicating effect he had on my body. This was a feeling I had never experienced with anyone else. What if I killed him, and could never feel this way again? This intense desire consumed me and turned me from a powerful weapon into a helpless fool.

As I lay beneath him, staring up at him as I enjoyed his ministrations, he left. My body chilled from his warmth leaving. A loud click sounded from behind me. My heart raced as I turned my head to see Roman, his gun pointed directly at me. Panic coursed through my veins, as I wondered what he was going to do next.

“Remember,” he growled. “Don’t scream.”

Then he was sliding it slowly between my folds. I stayed perfectly still. I didn’t know if the gun was loaded. I would not react. Yeah, I could lie here and let him use me.

Once he grasped that I wasn’t providing any leverage, he would grow bored, or perhaps he would continue until he was tired of it. Either way, it was just a matter of time.

He slid the barrel slowly inside of me, and I was stoic.

Unmoving.

Until it brushed against my G-spot.

My back arched slightly off the bed, and I gasped.

Roman’s choked chuckle angered me, but I didn’t allow it to show. I shook off the feeling. So he found a nice spot inside. It wasn’t like he was going to keep finding that perfect bud, and make me come.

That would be impossible.

Only a masochist would get off on a gun. I was her and she was me.

Roman leaned closer. His hot breath brushed my ear purposefully as he blew across my neck gently.

“Let go for me, baby.”

My brain said I should laugh in his face, but my body clenched.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groaned.

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