Page 35 of Trapping His Assassin

My face stretched into a wide grin. “That’s foreplay.”

Her dark skin flushed with an undertone of redness from her cheeks down her neck. I wanted to follow that blush and see where it led me. Fuck, I needed to get myself under control.

As she leaned in closer, her breath, hot and whiskey-laced, blew against my neck. She muttered through gritted teeth, “I’m not trying to seduce you, I’m trying to kill you.” The glint in her eyes sent a chill down my spine, and I realized the danger of our game.

It dawned on me that she was working with outdated information. “Don Ricci is no longer alive, and I seem to be out of harm’s reach.”

The knife dug into my throat deeper, nicking me, and sending the remainder of the blood in my body to my semi-hard cock. I ground into her, creating friction between our bodies.

“You’re lying,” she gasped.

“Am I?” I had never been this free before.

Valentina rocked against me with a small moan. Each roll of her hips sent that knife deeper into my skin, which didn’t help the matter with my cock. I willed it to go down, but there wasn’t any reason for it.

Because she put me in this mindset to begin with, I pushed her further. “See… foreplay.” I thrust up, my cock brushing against her peachy ass.

“Not. Fucking. True,” she gasped as she rocked her core against my length.

“Then don’t come for me if I’m lying, but if I’m telling the truth, you’ll come on command like the good fucking girl I know you are.”

My hand squeezed her waist as I increased my thrusts. I groaned. Valentina’s head was thrown back, and her mouth opened, as an odd keening noise was summoned out of her throat.

“F-fuck,” I gasped, my hips jerking as I splashed wetness on the crack of her ass, and the backs of her thighs.

Valentina collapsed against me. I stroked up and down her back as my plan was coming together perfectly. I had initiallyconsidered kidnapping a random, unimportant waitress that no one would notice missing to marry.

But I wasn’t intrigued by those women. Not the way I was for Valentina.

I wokebefore Valentina did and took the knife still in her hands away. I slid out of the sheets and stumbled into the bathroom. It was a good thing I fucked my little wife into submission. Before long, her belly would swell with my child, and she would listen to everything I told her.

I headed into the kitchen and put the knife in the dishwasher after getting dressed, to rustle up some breakfast for Valentina. She hadn’t eaten much. Not that she’d had a chance, with such an overeager and aggressive lover.

Alexie stumbled into the kitchen, hungover, and reeking of the bar. He grabbed a coffee cup and I took it off his hands, filling it for him before he could.

“Where have you been?” I signed to him.

“Out,” he said curtly.

“I can smell that, but with who?” I pressed, my hands fast in my irritation.

“That’s not your fucking business,” he snarled.

“Believe me, I know, but after–”

He turned slightly away so he couldn’t see my signs, cutting me off. “Don’t bring that up, it wasn’t meant for you to see. You don’t need to know how I take care of Sloane.”

Deciding to let it go, I shrugged and continued signing like he hadn’t tried to silence me. “I wanted to make sure you both were alright. It’s been a while since we had dinner. Only family.”

Alexie nodded along. “That’s a great idea. I’ll see what we have in the schedule, and pick a date by the end of the day.”

I signed, “is Sloane going to be there?” I hadn’t seen my surrogate mother in what seemed like a million years. Alexie was keeping her locked down tight on his side of the wing. Sometimes I’d hear her whimpering at night. I wanted to step in for Sloane, but loyalty would always be in the way.

She’s not safe without Alexie, and she’s not protected from him either. Alexie snatched an apple, and made his way out of the kitchen we shared. It wasn’t my business. I had other pressing needs on my agenda. Saving Sloane from Alexie wasn’t one of them.

I gathered some food together and headed up to my room. It took some finagling to get the door open with the tray, but I didn’t let that deter me. The clanking of the dishes had Valentina waking up.

Her bright eyes widened in what I hoped was surprise, and delight, as I brought her breakfast toward her. I rested it on the bed, and grabbed her coffee.

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