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Seduced by the Assassin (Forbidden Confessions #7)(10)
Author: Shayla Black

So I won’t have any underwear. Every second I spend here with him, my pussy will be bare. So he can look at me. So he can touch me. So he can torment me. So he can take me.

The thought makes me dizzy.

I want Ransom and everything he’s promising with both his words and those hot, glittering eyes. And I’ll give in, probably soon, but the anticipation now is so painfully delicious.

“What if I’m afraid?” I ask, biting my lip.

His smile only turns hotter. “If you were really afraid, I’d help you put your clothes back on and sit you down to talk until we worked things out. But you’re yanking my chain to make me impatient.” He tsks. “You must want to suffer.”

“I don’t.” Or do I?

What am I getting myself into? I’m not sure, but I’m loving every giddy, unexpected moment of it.

“If you want me, drop them.” He presses his thumb against my pussy again and slides it over my clit in a gentle back-and-forth caress until I moan. “I’ll make you so fucking glad you did.”

I already know he will. Yes, it’s my first time, but I’m making the right decision. I feel it. I know it. He’ll be good to me, but I have to stop teasing him. There will be time for that later, right?

Finally, I hook my thumbs under the little strings at the hips of my too-tight undies and start tugging them down. The second they clear my thighs, exposing my wetness to his gaze, the hunger in his eyes—need I didn’t think could get any hotter—flares. He clenches his fists at his sides like he’s resisting the urge to touch me as the panties fall to the floor. When I’m free of them, his stare fastens directly on the clean-shaven cleft between my legs.

I resist the urge to cup my mound self-consciously. Will Ransom hate me being as bare as a little girl?

“Oh…” He sucks in a breath like the sight of me makes it impossible for him to breathe, think, or resist. “You’re perfect.”

His reaction is every bit as arousing as teasing him, and I’m beginning to think that no matter what he does, I’ll be under his spell.

His hand shakes as he cups my hip, bringing me closer. “I’m going to apologize right now.”

“For what?”

Our naked chests meet. He’s like velvet over steel. Need flares across my skin. Desire thickens my blood. Lust twists between my legs.

He takes hold of my other hip and yanks me flush against him, notching his hard cock where I need it most. “For making your little pussy sore. Tomorrow, all you’re going to want me to do is lie between your legs so I can kiss it and make it better.”

“Please,” I whisper breathlessly.

He drops his lips to my collarbone. “I’m going to love wringing whimpers out of you. How are your fingernails?”

When he lifts my hand to inspect them, I’m totally confused. “My nails?”

Ransom nods. “These are great. They’ll make nice, long, red scratches down my back.” With a kiss to my palm, he releases my hand—and picks up my gift. “Now open it.”

I’m so aroused, I almost forgot. With a trembling nod, I lift the lid of the blue velvet box. I gasp at the gorgeous heart-shaped pendant inside. “This is for me?”

He removes the delicate chain from the pad, then clasps it around my neck. The heart settles into the hollow of my throat as he takes my shoulders. “I bought it the day you left my house. I knew I’d be coming for you.”

“I love it. I have to see it right now.” I dash away to find the nearest mirror.

Ransom is a mere breath behind. He’s chasing me.

Thrill spikes my veins as I streak out of the kitchen and run blindly down a long hallway, throwing open the last door on the left. His footsteps are right behind me. I fumble for the light switch.

I don’t make it.

Ransom grabs me around the waist with a growl and hauls me through the dark room, into an adjoining bathroom full of white marble illuminated by silvery moonbeams. He flips on the light.

We’re surrounded in mirrors—above a pair of elegant sinks, around the sunken spa tub, glittering off the chandelier that drips from the ceiling.

I look at myself, wide-eyed and breathing hard. My chest rises and falls. My dark hair is mussed around my shoulders. I look like a wild thing with dilated pupils, hard nipples, and a slick pussy. Ransom has one arm hooked around my middle. The other clutches my throat from behind, fingers pressing in.

“Let me see,” I pant.

Slowly, he lifts his grip from my neck. My stare falls to the pendant he fastened there.

It’s weighty and warm from my skin. It’s a beautiful statement. It tells me—and everyone else—that I belong to him.

I finger it and swallow. “It looks perfect here.”

“It does.” His eyes heat. “As long as you’re mine, I want to see it there.”

Automatically, I nod. I can’t imagine not wanting him.

Then he looks at himself in the mirror. “Son of a bitch.”

Traces of blood cover his torso, along with a littering of scars over the hard-cut muscles that make Ransom look like he’s been forged in steel.

He flips on the hot tap at the sink, then opens the cabinet doors until he finds a washcloth.

“You don’t have to clean up now,” I assure him.

“Yes, I do. I want this to be right. I want this to be the last first time either of us ever has. And I won’t come to you dirty and bloody.”

Like a criminal?

I’ll worry about that later. Here and now is what’s important, and his words warm me. He’s in love with me. He’s saying he wants this to be the last time either of us takes a new lover. It’s sweet, but…

He doesn’t know it’s my first time?

When I turn to admit I’m a virgin, I get caught up in watching that little white cloth slide across his broad, bulging chest. He wipes away grime, rinses the rag, wrings it with massive hands, veins standing out and ripped. Every movement is strong and sure. Confident.

Will he touch me that way?

Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I know the answer.

Yes, he will.

With a final rinse, he tosses the rag on the counter, then brings my body against his. “Last chance, baby.”

To back out? “I’m saying yes.”

I’m always going to say yes to him.

His eyes soften, then he bends and lifts me, carrying me against his chest as he flips off the light with his elbow, plunging us back into shadows.

Inside the bedroom, moonlight filters through the windows as he lays me across the silky gray comforter. With a swipe of his hand, he sends the decorative pillows to the floor. With the other, he flips on the soft light of the nearby lamp. Then he crawls onto the bed, hovering over me, and looks into my eyes. “I’m going to make tonight so good for you, babygirl.”

“You already have.” I smile, fingering my pendant.

He cups my face, dips his head, and finally…finally covers my lips with his.

Ransom kisses me like he owns me. My body jolts with recognition, like it remembers its master. Like it’s forgotten every other boy who’s ever ineptly put his mouth on mine and glommed onto this man who’s going to be my everything.

I arch toward Ransom and open my lips, inviting him deeper. He slides his tongue against mine as he rocks his cock, still clad in denim, against the naked ache of my pussy, so acute now I wriggle and whine for more. I get lost in his big palm cupping my cheek, in the way he commands my mouth, in the hair-roughened press of his chest to mine.

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