Page 58 of The Dragon King's Assassin

As the woman and man gathered their clothes, Yasima turned to me, cock out. I think she did it on purpose, just to get a reaction from me. Unfortunately, the massive tits defying gravity above that cock and her very feminine face ruined it for me. I need more than a dick to get aroused. Oh, and then there was the fact that just below her shaved balls, a pussy lurked.

I tried not to shiver in distaste.

Yasima laughed when she saw my expression and tucked herself back into her pants. “So, what can I do for you, baby? The Wraiths need something?”

“I haven't run with the Raltven in a long time, Yas. You know that.”

“Oh.” She frowned, then nodded. “Yes, I recall that now.”

“You don't have to pretend that you forget details about me. You don't know enough to threaten me.”

“Or do I?” She waggled her brows.

I waited until her employees had left and their footsteps fading before I said, “I'm here on behalf of the King.”

Yasima burst out laughing.

I stared at her.

She laughed harder.

I stared harder.

She stopped laughing. “Which king?”

“The Dragon.”

“No fucking way. You can't be. The Dragon King would never associate with you. And he certainly wouldn't send you to speak to me on his behalf.”

“It's more of a forced servitude situation.”

“Forced servitude?” She licked her lips and adjusted the bulge in her pants. “Sounds kinky.”

“Let's just say that I'm fulfilling an obligation, and move on.”

“Fine. You're no fun.” She plopped down on a settee next to me, her dark, sausage curls bouncing. Under the low lights, her Ricarri skin gleamed like polished silver. “So, what does the King want from me?”

“There's a man who comes here wearing a hooded cloak and a mask.”

“Many cloaked men patronize my establishment.” She lifted her chin and slid her steel gaze away. “And even some women.”

“As I said, he also wears a mask. Don't fuck with me, Yas. I can already tell that you know who I'm talking about. This directly concerns the King. That man arranged an assassination attempt with His Majesty as the target.”

“An assassination attempt?” She went still. “And now you're working for the King. Interesting.”

“Yes, all right, you've heard the rumors,” I grumbled. “They're true; I'm his assassin. I tried to kill the King and failed. Now, I'm his. But I am not the assassin who tried to kill him last night. That man was an Argaiv.”

“An Argaiv? So there have been two attempts on the King's life?”

“Yasima, listen to me; you don't want to get any deeper into this. King Tarocvar has given me free rein to conduct this investigation as I please. As his assassin.”

I let that sink in.

Yasima drew herself up. “Are you threatening me?”

“I'm warning you. The masked man was my broker, and I already have proof that he came here after meeting with the Argaiv assassin. He slips in, takes off his mask, and leaves without it. Do you understand what position that puts you in? You are his accomplice.”

“I damn well am not!” She slapped the cushions.

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