Page 21 of Trapping His Assassin

Housekeeping had already cleaned the room before I left.

I was certain who was waiting for me behind the door, but instead of running away like my instincts were telling me to do, I couldn’t help but feel curious. How many of them could fit in thissmall motel room? Wouldn’t it raise suspicion from the staff or others if they all entered one room with one bed?

Or maybe they assumed they were all together.

Could I afford this risk? Confronting Roman Petrov, and seeing how he’d survived Femme Fatale was of interest to me, but I also wanted to live. Something told me we weren’t going to sit down together and sing friendship songs.

I backed up. I needed a new place to lay low, until I could turn the tables on the Russians. When I got far enough away with the door still in sight, I spun around and started to run. I’d paid for the motel for the week, and it was only a few days in. It wasn’t my money, so I wasn’t concerned.

Sprinting down the stairs, I counted each step as if it were a race. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to slow down to a brisk pace. I checked over my shoulder, careful not to make it seem like I was running from something. I didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention or suspicions. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my breath came in short gasps, and my cheeks flushed red. The last thing I wanted was to be remembered by panicked witnesses.

I calmly exited the stairwell, and into the main lobby, before I made a rookie mistake. I locked eyes with one of the Russian fucks. I didn’t have a chance to disguise myself. I had hoped to trick them into believing I was someone else.

However, it was evident that they had also done their homework. The widening of his eyes, and the urgency in his voice, as he spoke into the phone, indicated that he recognized me and had targeted me. Without hesitation, I dropped my facade and made a beeline for the door.

He grabbed a hold of my wrist, but I kicked him in the balls, allowing a swift release. A dirty move, but in a life-or-death situation, rules didn’t fucking apply. I took off at a sprint, leaving the crowd behind me.

Halfway down the road, an engine sparked up, heading in my direction, so I veered into the woods, trying to lose them.

As the roar of a high-performance engine echoed through the forest, I ducked behind a massive oak tree, and peered through its dense branches. My heart raced as a cherry red sports car with tinted windows and a sleek black spoiler zoomed by, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. A figure with dark, windswept hair gripped the steering wheel, but I couldn't make out their features before they vanished from sight. In their wake, eight armored vehicles surrounded the area, moving swiftly and strategically, as if on a mission.

Fuck. He brought reinforcements.

The two-lane roads in Tuscany would make me easy pickings. Without the foresight to grab a vehicle, or even wire one, I had no choice but to run. As the music got closer, a small smile crept onto my face – he would never catch me now.

But I was wrong.

As I glimpsed the crowd, that same engine came racing down the road. I sprinted faster. Exhilaration raced through my veins. I wouldn’t let him catch me. No fucking way. Even though I could withstand torture methods that would make a grown man cry, I didn’t want to have to do it.

I grabbed the hilt of my knife.

A red Maserati sped toward me. He locked eyes with me, not hitting the brakes, with no intention of slowing down. I stood like a deer in headlights until he stopped at my feet. He calmly got out of the car, and the slam of the door shook me out of my stupor.

“Don’t you fucking run from me,” he growled.

That shouldn’t have made my clit throb.

Roman Petrov stood in front of me, gauze peeking out from beneath his shirt. I could make out a red circle spreading wider as he grinned. The bullet had barely touched him. My aim wasoff, and instead of a fatal headshot, I’d only managed to graze his neck.

Rivulets of sweat streamed down my face and stung my eyes, making it hard to see, as I sprinted through the narrow alleyway. My heart pounded in my chest like a frantic drumbeat, urging me forward. The sound of footsteps behind me sent a chill down my spine, and I pushed harder, ignoring the burn in my legs. My mind raced with thoughts of escape, as I weaved past dumpsters and trash cans, hoping to lose my pursuer. But one thing was clear – I had to get out of this dark alley, before it was too late.

He gave chase.

My chest was heaving and my heart beat loudly, panic engulfing me as my legs raced back toward the motel. He was too close. Trying to escape was pointless, but I had to try. With so many men in those armored vehicles, I couldn’t take them all, but maybe I could still take out Roman.

I could smell his scent, his sweat, permeating the air. My nipples stood tall even as terror raced through my body. I stumbled and fell to my knees. A small fucking rock was my downfall. I stood back up quickly, still trying my best to escape.

With each step I took, his footsteps echoed behind me. Suddenly, he lunged at me and I fell back to the ground, my heart racing. As the moonlight shone on him, I could see that he had a rugged face, with dark hair that fell over one of his piercing green eyes. My body reacted to him in a way I didn’t expect, and it made me feel guilty. He was younger than me, and we were supposed to be enemies. But at that moment, all I wanted was to surrender myself to him, though I knew I couldn’t.

His heavy body was on top of mine, and I started to squirm away, unable to reach my knife. I sensed the hardness of his chest as he pressed firmly against me, using his entire body weight. His height towered over mine, intimidating me and making me feel small. It reminded me of HeadmasterMikhail, yet not. The difference was so startling, that I stilled momentarily. Instead of feeling disgusted, shivers of pleasure ran through my body. Something I never felt before. I almost couldn’t understand it. I leaned into him.

Breathing him in, I caught a hint of his manly musk. He smelled like mahogany and a forest. The perfect getaway. Combine that with his eyes, and I could get lost in him. I shivered, but I wasn’t cold. My nipples beaded underneath my dress. He took a deep inhale of my neck, and bit down.

Is that–?

I whimpered as a flash of heat shot through my entire body. His hard cock pressed into my belly. I could smell the need coming off his body. This was wrong. He was so much younger than me. I couldn’t feel this way. I wasn’t like that. He was my mark. That was it.

But my body gave no fucks about what my mind protested, like some kind of virgin.

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