Page 27 of Savage Assassin

As he speaks, his voice a low, accented rumble in my ear; I can feel the tension in him. He’d done a good job of disguising his accent earlier today to not sound Russian–no doubt a part of his job over the years–but now I can hear it slipping through as he murmurs in my ear. I know that this is getting to him, too. I can feel it in the hardness of the muscled thigh that I’m perched on, how stiffly he’s sitting, can see it in the flex of his hand around the tequila glass.

He forces himself to relax, leaning back against the velvet couch as he pulls me closer, adjusting me on his lap. I hear his low grunt as he does so, and I feel something shift beneath me, a throbbing that I realize in a flush of confused heat is his cock getting hard.

Levinmight not want to touch me like this, in front of all of these people, but his body has other ideas. And the thought thatI’vemade him lose even that small bit of control, that he can’t stop himself from getting turned on by having me in his lap, touching me even the small amount that he has so far, sends a prickle of arousal through me that I hadn’t expected.

His hand slips over the chiffon, over my bare breast, cupping it. He’s taking another sip of his tequila as he does, looking around the room, affecting boredom with all of this. Pretending to be above it, the kind of man who can throw away a huge sum of money so casually on a girl that he’s not even frantic to claim the prize he’s purchased, just savor it bit by bit. Meanwhile, I can feel myself starting to fray at the edges.

Why does it feel so good?His broad hand cupping my breast feels heated, the warmth of it burning through the chiffon. He just holds me like that for a moment, the weight of his arm across my back as heavy and secure as it had been earlier, my breast against his palm–and then his thumb brushes over my nipple.

I gasp before I can stop to wonder if I should or not. A spark of pleasure shoots through me, my nipple stiffening against his touch, and I feel that throb beneath me again, harder this time, and the pressure of his cock pushing against my ass. He’d been getting an erection before, but now he’s stiff, his cock thickening by the moment as his hand momentarily flexes around my breast.

He feelshuge.

My eyes flutter closed. I don’t know what to do. I’m terrified to look at his face.This is all a game,I tell myself, swallowing past the lump in my throat as Levin toys with my nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.None of it means anything.But itfeelsreal. His cock, swollen and hard under my ass, is real. The pleasure sparking over my skin, pleasure I’ve never felt before, is real.

The wetness I can feel gathering between my heated, flushed thighs is real.

“Your new pet seems to be enjoying herself.”

The thick voice coming from in front of me startles me into opening my eyes. A middle-aged man is standing there, eyes glazed from whatever drug he’s taken, a glass of dark alcohol in his hand, and his girl–one of the other brunettes–standing just behind him. Her clothing is long gone–such as it was–and she’s entirely naked. I can see the glisten of his cum still streaking her flat stomach and upper thighs.

Levin looks at the man with that same bored expression. “I find it’s more fun this way,” he says lazily, his accent once again gone. He sounds almost American. “Making them beg for it, by the time I’m ready to have them. She’ll be so wound up that she’ll plead for me to fuck her, instead of screaming and crying. More humiliating in the end, I think.”

The man nods, a lopsided smile spreading across his face. “I like the crying,” he says thickly, his hand closing around the girl’s arm. “Maybe we can let them play together. I’d like that, but I think Rosa here would hate it. A good lesson for her to do as I say.”

“I’m enjoying myself as we are, for now,” Levin says tightly, and I see his jaw clench. “Maybe later.”

I can see the other man’s face fall a little, but Levin’s voice brooks no argument. I feel my own stomach tighten, wondering if his refusal is going to cause a problem, but the man just shrugs, grabbing the girl he’d called Rosa a little more tightly. “I’ll just find someone else for her to play with,” he says, slurring a little, and then he moves past us, as Levin’s arm tightens around me.

“Will that be suspicious?” I whisper, my voice cracking a bit, and Levin shakes his head.

“As much as I paid for you, they’ll expect me to be jealous of you. That man is just so fucked out of his head already that he didn’t think of it.” Levin shifts, and I can feel that his erection has softened. It makes me feel better, realizing that the encounter turned him off, instead of arousing him like it would have with probably anyone else in here.

I want to ask if we can go upstairs yet, but I already know the answer. The party is just getting into full swing. I know that even the excuse of not wanting to wait to enjoy his prize won’t be enough to ease the suspicion of him not enjoying this as much as everyone else is. It’s clear that this whole night is a highlight for all the other men, and Levin has to play his part as much as he’s able.

So do I–and it’s easier than I’d thought it would be. Disturbingly so.

Levin’s fingers brush over my nipple again, and I feel my breath catch in my throat. His hand shifts and I feel the touch of it against my bare skin once more, slowly, enough to warn me of what he’s about to do before his hand slipsunderthe chiffon and his fingers curl around my bare breast.

I moan, a soft, barely audible sound, but I know he hears it from the way I feel his cock jerk beneath me. My face instantly flushes, bright and heated with embarrassment.What is wrong with me?I only have a moment to wonder before Levin’s fingers slide against my bare, hard nipple, and I feel a jolt of electric pleasure shoot straight down between my thighs.

I feel like I’m going to dissolve.How is it this good?He’s only touched my breast, and I feel like I’m losing control.What would more feel like? His tongue–his fingers somewhere else, his–

I force the thoughts out of my head as Levin lightly pinches my nipple, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip to keep from moaning again. I want more, and it confuses me.Why do I want this? Why do I want him?

He’s older than me, certainly. Close to twenty years older, if I had to guess. But he’s devastatingly handsome, too. I have the urge to reach up and touch his sharp jawline, run my fingers over that smooth skin, and brush my thumb over his full lower lip. As he turns me in his lap, I have the sudden, horrifying urge to lean forward and kiss him, and I only barely manage to stop myself.

“We have to go a little further, to keep up,” Levin says quietly. “But I don’t want you to have to be more exposed than need be, so we’ll do it like this.”

He turns me so that I’m straddling his lap, the chiffon draping in front of and behind me so that my legs are bare, and the open part of the dress that shows my back is bare, but nothing else. My breasts and most intimate places are hidden, but as I face him, I realize it’s also made me much more vulnerable in other ways.

I’m hovering just above him on my knees, and I can feel the brush of air against the bare flesh between my thighs. I’m mortified to realize how wet I am, and even more so knowing that if I move too much, if I graze against him, he’ll eventually know it too.

He won’t touch me there. Not unless he has to. It’s too far. So just don’t sit directly on him, don’t make a mess, and he’ll never know.

Slowly, Levin’s hands smooth up my sides. He’s set his glass of tequila aside, and I feel myself shiver as his hands slide over my breasts again, this time atop the chiffon.

I’d never imagined that just having my breasts played with could feel so good. He hasn’t touched me anywhere else, and my entire body feels flushed and tight. I’m throbbing between my legs, wet and heated, and I want more. I can’t pretend that I don’t, even though I don’t understand how I can, here, like this, with a man who is pretending to do this in order to get us both out of here alive.

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