Stalking His Assassin

Chapter 8

eight

CHRISTOS

I can hear Eris, no… Grace, speaking but can't make out her words. I'm slightly surprised that she's left her office door open despite being quite clear that I'm not allowed in that space. It tells me that I've made progress towards getting her to trust me with more than her body.

Another win.

I clean up the breakfast dishes and then make myself comfortable in the living room. I pick a random true crime documentary but keep the volume low enough that I can still hear the cadence of Grace talking. Her cat jumps onto my lap and makes himself comfortable. I usually would shoo the animal away, but befriending Grace's cat is another way to endear her to me. I'll do anything to prove she's what I want.

Potato kneads my thigh with his sharp claws and purrs at the attention. Grace stops talking after about thirty minutes. I want to see her but don't want to intrude. She already switched her meetings to do them remotely because of me. The last thing I want to do is get in the way of her work.

I'm impressed as hell that she owns Shield Security. I'm even more impressed that she creates the programs Shield sells. I knew she was smart as fuck, but this is beyond what I could have guessed. It's proof that I never stood a chance of catching her on my own. She probably has flagged me and all my aliases in every system available to alert her of my movements. It also makes clears up the question of how she disappears so easily.

My tricky little wolf.

Now that I know her identity beyond Eris, she won't be able to hide as easily. Unless she kills off Grace Silva and starts fresh elsewhere. She did it once with Lucy Granger, and that was before she had the resources she has now. I'll just have to make sure she doesn't feel that's necessary. She's already made it known she has no plans to kill me, and I doubt that will change. She may be a hardened assassin, but she's not heartless.

In fact, I think she feels a whole hell of a lot more than she wants anyone to know. She wouldn't have a pet if she was as hard-hearted as everyone thinks the great Ghost Assassin is. Not to mention that I'm still breathing, and she didn't take out Tomas for locating her home. It makes me want to find all those soft bits and bring them to the surface. I'll show her it's okay to be vulnerable when there's someone worth the risk. And I will keep her safe. She might be a badass all on her own, but now she's a badass with backup.

I don't know how much time has passed when I hear the click of her office door closing and a set of beeps as the lock engages. Potato jumps from my lap when he hears her footsteps heading this way. He doesn't even pause before jumping into her arms as soon as she appears. She obviously expected him because she immediately cuddles him to her chest.

"Who's my best boy?" she coos, stroking between his ears. I can hear his broken purr from across the room.

"I'll be your best boy if you pet me like that," I tease.

She snorts a small laugh and rolls her eyes. "In your dreams."

"Every damn night for years."

I stand from the couch and close the distance between us. Her eyes skate over my body hotly. She looks like she wants to devour me whole, and I'm totally here for it.

"Like what you see, little wolf?"

She licks her lips and nods. "You have an amazing body."

"It's all yours," I breathe against her lips.

The cat wriggles in her arms, not liking being trapped between us. He lets out an angry meow, and Grace lets him down. He disappears down the hallway, leaving me with the object of my obsession. She doesn't hesitate to wrap her now empty arms around my neck and pull me down for a kiss.

Once again, we lose ourselves in each other. We kiss each other breathless. Her plush lips feel like heaven against mine. The sweep of her tongue has my cock harder than a rock in my boxers. She presses in closer, pinning my cock between our bodies. She trails her fingertips down my bare chest, her lips never pausing on mine as she explores my body. I let out a low groan at the delicious tease. There's nothing tentative about the way she's touching me, and when she grips my cock in her small hand, I nearly come.

Jesus. This woman has me on a hair-trigger. I grit my teeth when she rubs me through my boxers. There is no way I'm coming anywhere other than inside my beautiful little wolf. Every drop is for her cunt or mouth or ass. I won't waste a drop on anything other than marking my woman. I grip her wrist, stopping her.

"Naughty girl," I growl, nipping her bottom lip.

She flexes her wrist, testing my hold. She could free herself easily, but I'm hoping she'll submit. I need her to trust me and my dominance in this part of our lives. I would never try to control her outside of the bedroom, so to speak, but I'm in charge of her pleasure.

"I want you," she says with a sexy little pout. "I've never wanted anyone before. I don't understand this thing between us, but now that I'm keeping you, I don't want to waste time. Nothing is guaranteed in life, and I don't believe in squandering it."

"There's no turning back from this. If I sink my cock inside your tight little pussy, you're mine forever. My obsession will never go away. I will chase you to the ends of the earth if you try to leave me."

She nips my jaw playfully. "I'm not turning back. We can feed both of our obsessions together. Though, I can't promise there won't be a chase. I love your stalker tendencies. It's part of our love language."

I chuckle darkly. "Just be ready to be caught and punished, little wolf."

A shiver rolls through her, and her eyes dilate. She likes the idea of being caught by me. It makes me want to chase my naughty little wolf. I'd let her think she was safe before showing her there's no escaping me. Then I'd fuck her until she screams herself hoarse. She'd know nothing but my cock and dominance.

I release her arm only to wrap my hand around her delicate throat. It amazes me how small and fragile she appears on the outside when I know inside, she's a vicious killer. The complete juxtaposition turns me on like nothing else. I can see us hunting together. I imagine fucking her in a mark's house while their body cools. I'm going to claim her anywhere and everywhere.

She blinks up at me with those pale blue eyes, showing me complete trust even as I tighten my grip on her throat. I could quickly end her life right now, and she knows it, yet she's not fighting me, merely submitting. I brush a soft kiss on her lips in acknowledgment of her surrender. She tries to chase my lips to deepen the kiss, but I pull away before she can. Her frustrated little noises please me greatly.

Without warning I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder. "Christos! What the hell?! What are you doing?" she shouts, her little fists hitting my back without any real force behind them.

"Taking you to the bedroom where I'm going to strip you naked and fuck you senseless."

"Oh…"

I slap her ass playfully. "Yeah, 'oh.'"

Once in the bedroom, I set her on her feet and immediately get to work on stripping her clothes. I kneel to remove her boots and pull a knife from a hidden sheath. I examine the blade.

"Ceramic?"

"Doesn't trigger metal detectors."

I smirk at her resourcefulness. "Smart girl."

She smiles proudly at the praise. "I don't go anywhere unarmed."

"Good."

I set the knife on the floor and finish removing her boots. She already has her shirt off and has her pants open, and is working them down her hips. I take over and strip them the rest of the way. She's left in a black lace bra and matching panties. I can see the pink of her nipples teasing me through the lace.

"You're so goddamned beautiful, love."

Her cheeks flush pink, proving my girl is shy about her body. It's endearing. She doesn't let that shyness overcome her desires. She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra before letting it fall to the ground, leaving her beautiful breasts bare for my greedy gaze. She cups them in her palms, gasping.

I pick up the discarded knife and trace the sharp tip up her thigh. She watches the blade dance over her skin with hooded eyes. I slip it under the edge of her panties, then let the sharp edge cut through the delicate lace like its hot butter. She moans when I do the same to the other side. Her panties fall away, leaving her bare.

Her pussy is glistening with her slick desire. Unable to withstand the temptation, I lean in and lick her. She fists my hair as I suck her clit between my lips, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with my tongue. She gasps and moans, begging me without words for more. I lick her until she's dripping down her thighs and is on the cusp of orgasm.

"Don't stop!" she practically wails.

"Never," I promise.

I pick her up and lay her on the bed. She watches as I push my boxers down, her eyes widening when my cock springs free. My cock is long and thick. Definitely more than average. It'll be a tight fit in her virgin pussy. I can't wait to feel her wet walls grip me like a fist. Precome drips from my tip at the thought.

"You're huge," she says, licking her lips nervously.

"My cock is made just for you, little wolf. This thick cock is going to feel so good stretching you. I'm going to bury myself deep and fuck your little pussy until you drench me with your honey. Then I'm going to pump you so full of my come it'll leak out."

She holds her arms out and spreads her legs wider in silent invitation. I crawl between her splayed thighs and stroke my cock through her wet folds. I tease her clit with my tip, making her moan. Her hips rock with my movements, chasing the teasing touches.

She lets out a frustrated breath, her nails digging into my shoulders where she's gripping me. "Fuck me, Christos. You want to own me? Prove it. Make me yours," she says, challenging me.

I planned to be gentle this first time. To work my way into her virgin pussy nice and slow. Hurting her goes against everything I am, but she laid down the gauntlet, and there's no reining in the beast that's salivating for his mate. I line myself up with her opening and thrust into her virgin cunt in one hard stroke.