Page 36 of Trapping His Assassin

With a gentle kiss on her head, I placed the hot cup into her hands. I was wrong about my little killer. Every time she revealed that fiery side of hers, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of heat. When she defied me, I wanted to fuck her into submission.

I turned to grab her toast. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to eat a big meal for breakfast or a small one. Either way, my wife would be full of food I’d provided for her, which settled the beast inside my veins.

All I sensed was the wind moving by my ear, before the hot coffee exploded on my shoulders, drenching my suit jacket.

As I stared at the murky, brown coffee that overflowed down my bicep, I couldn’t help but frown. My lips pursed into a disappointed pout, as I released a heavy sigh. “Was it not to yourliking?” I questioned, my disappointment palpable in my tone. I ignored the fiery burn in my throat.

I guess my question pressed the wrong button, because she flew off the bed. I swung around to catch her waist, uncaring that her fists were swinging at me.

Fury coursed through my blood as I deflected her actions. “Let me go, you bastard!” She continued to attack.

I threw her on the bed and dropped my weight on top of her, forcing the breath from her lungs. Winded, she gasped, struggling for breath and giving me time to situate her naked body prone on the bed in front of me. I cuffed her hands, with the handcuffs on the bedside table.

“I will put up with your attitude within reason, as I know this is an adjustment. However, you will not injure yourself, nor will you put yourself in harm’s way.”

She kicked and yanked, trying to get out of her binding, but I forced her down. I caught sight of her bleeding foot. It had been cut from the ceramic. I would tend to it, but first I needed to fuck my unruly little killer again into submission.

Then she would comply long enough for me to take care of her wounds.

When I threw her on the bed, the tray flipped over. Butter, jelly, jam, and eggs spread all over the bed sheet. I scooped some of the jelly up onto my fingers and smeared it over her opening.

She suddenly realized my fingers were playing with her ass.

“W-what are you doing?” She whimpered.

“Punishing you, that should be obvious,” I growled. “Once you’ve taken me in your ass, and I own that hole, I’ll fix your feet.”

“My feet?” She sounded confused.

“You’ve got ceramic in them.”

There was a pause before she said, “I’m a prisoner here, and you are concerned about the glass in my feet.”

I groaned. “You aren’t a prisoner, you are my wife. As unruly as you may be, eventually I will allow you time to go outside.”

She scoffed, but I was done talking. My throat throbbed from the strain, and my desire to thrust myself deep inside her was almost overwhelming.

“Fuck!” She screamed, as I pressed my cock into her ass with no warning.

She let loose a submissive cry as I sunk every inch deep inside of her. I ground myself against her. Then I swung my hand back and slapped her ass. She didn’t react, but I wasn’t expecting her to.

I grabbed her throat, cutting off her oxygen.

“You will never put yourself in danger. Be angry all you want with me. From losing your power, from being forced into this marriage, but if one single hair on your head is damaged by you, or anyone else, the punishment will be far worse than this.”

She shuddered underneath me. It’d been the most I’d spoken since before my induction into The Brotherhood. I slammed into her, my hand gripping tighter and tighter, until she could no longer wheeze.

Her ass hugged my cock and I wished for more arms. If I had two more, I could be playing with her cunt, while carving my name across that branded mark on her neck. She shouldn’t wear anything but mine. I will rectify that tonight.

Either way, her mouth hung open, and her hole throbbed over and over on my cock. I came with her, shouting my pleasure so loud, that pain raced through me from the strain on my vocal cords. I let go of her throat to hold her shoulder, and force her further onto my cock.

Once my orgasm ran through me, I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. This seed should’ve gone inside of her cunt, so she could get pregnant with my child, forcing her to be with me no matter what.

Cold-blooded as my little killer may be, she would never abandon her child. Not from what the research on her showed.

I pulled out of her ass and slipped three fingers inside, squelching our juices in and out. Then I scooped our love out of her ass, and shoved my fingers into her mouth.

“Taste it,” I commanded, fucking my fingers in and out of her mouth, until they were clean.

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