Stalking His Assassin

Epilogue

CHRISTOS—SEVEN MONTHS LATER

I sluggishly wake up; my head feels like it's full of rocks. My mouth is dry and feels like I haven't had a drink in days when I know that's not the case. I finished the glass of water I got Grace last night for her sore throat after I made her scream from coming so hard. I reach out to her side of the bed and find the sheets empty and cold.

The room spins a little as I sit up, and I'm brought back to another time I woke up feeling like this… the day she knocked me out with the sedative I intended to use on her. I blink my blurry eyes and am only mildly surprised to see that I'm not in the hotel room I fell asleep in.

"Grace," I call out, even though I'm sure she's not here with me.

I fight the urge to laugh at her antics when she doesn't respond. We're on our honeymoon, pretending to be an average couple doing all the typical touristy things on a European tour. I should've known that she had ulterior motives when she added Paris to our itinerary. She's repeatedly mentioned how much she dislikes the city, but when planning our trip, Grace insisted that she wanted to have the "full European tourist experience."

It only takes me a moment to confirm that I'm in the same hotel and the very room where she left me almost five years ago.

"What game are you playing, little wolf?" I ask the quiet room.

A quick look around proves the room is as empty as I thought. None of our stuff is here, so it's obvious the plan isn't to stay here. In fact, the only other thing here is a note on the nightstand and my shoes by the door. I unfold the note, and a pink hair tie falls to the floor. I pick it up and smell the sweet scent of apples on it. Grace left me the hair tie straight from her hair like she has a dozen times before. I slip it onto my wrist beside the first one I claimed for myself all those years ago.

Hades,

Come play with me...

Yours Always,

Eris

My cock hardens in my pants at my clever little wolf for arranging this game. She's reminding me of when our game of cat and mouse began in earnest. We've talked at length about the four years where I chased, and she proved over and over that she wouldn't be caught unless she wanted to be. It's a massive part of our love story, and I wouldn't change it.

If my little wolf wants to run, I'll happily chase.

Ready or not… here I come.

GRACE

I watched Christos leave the hotel where I left him two hours ago. I expected to see some anger or frustration, but instead, his eyes glinted with excitement. He scanned the area, pausing briefly on my hiding spot before strolling down the street with seemingly not a care in the world. I was tempted to follow him, but I had other things to do…

It wasn't surprising when he showed up in the same alleyway where he tried—and failed—to kidnap me four years ago. I knew that would be his first stop since it's the most obvious choice. I left him a cryptic message with a hint on where to find me. It didn't take him long to figure out the next stop in our game of chase. Unfortunately for him, I'm long gone by the time he arrives. I watch him on surveillance cameras as he finds his next clue.

There are four more clues for him to find in our little game. Of course, he'll find me at none of those locations. The game would be over too quickly if I were that easy to find. Christos left the second to last clue a little over an hour ago but has yet to arrive at the final clue. The last one is extra tricky, but I have no doubt he will be able to figure out that I'm waiting for him in Père Lachaise Cemetery. It's one of the few places in this city that I actually enjoy. Especially at night when all the tourists are gone and only the ghosts of the past remain.

I'm sitting with my back to the tomb of Hèloise and Abèlard. It's my favorite spot in the entire cemetery. Hèloise and Abèlard were the first to be memorialized in the cemetery and are considered Paris's star-crossed lovers. I've always been drawn to their tragic story of love and loss. There's something terribly romantic about continuing to love someone after being forced apart. They remained apart for the remainder of their lives, only communicating via their famous love letters. After Hèloise's death, her remains were reunited with Abèlard's so they could spend eternity together.

I lean my head back and close my eyes, waiting for the notification that Christos has arrived at the location of the last clue. With my eyes closed, I can focus on my other senses. The smell of earth mixed with the perfume of flowers, the feel of the cool breeze on my skin, the quiet rustle of leaves… It's probably the most peaceful place I've ever been to.

I'm so in tune with the world around me that I hear him long before he's close enough to see me. I check the surveillance camera I have set up on the last clue, and it's been undisturbed, meaning my sly husband has found me without it.

"I know you're here, little wolf."

I stand from my spot but keep to the shadows. It wouldn't do for this to end so quickly. What's the fun of a game of cat and mouse without the frantic chase at the end? Excitement thrums through my veins. I'm more turned on than ever about what will happen when he catches me. I've been dreaming about it since I first started planning our honeymoon.

I step out of the shadows when he's only a few feet from my hiding spot. His eyes immediately flick to me, there's an almost feral glint to them that has my pussy clenching with desire. There's no denying that he's as hungry for me as I am for him.

"You've been a naughty girl, little wolf," he says lowly.

A shiver rolls down my spine at the underlying threat to his words. He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back.

"Running will only make your punishment worse," he threatens.

Fuck.

I'm so damn turned on I consider dropping to my knees right here and ending the game, but I don't. I want this to play out to the end. I want my Hades to finish the chase he started all those years ago. I want him to catch his Ghost… his Eris. I want him to finally claim me fully. He's already accepted me for all my pieces and parts. Now, it's time for him to reap the benefits.

He continues forward while I match him step for step, keeping the same distance between us. The air around us seems to crackle with energy. I reach for the tie on my coat, and he pauses, watching me intently. I smile because I'm about to make another one of his fantasies come true…

I open the coat and let it fall to the ground, revealing what's underneath. Christos devours me with his eyes like he did on our wedding day. I didn't wear a traditional wedding dress. Nothing about us is traditional; it doesn't fit who we are. Instead, I found a silk dress in cotton candy pink. It clings to my curves making me look and feel sexier than I've ever felt in my life.

The way he looked at me in this dress that day was something I will never forget. He looked at me like I was the sexiest thing he's ever seen. There was so much love and possession in his expression. He spent our entire wedding celebration whispering about how he was going to rip the dress from my body and ravage me. I have no doubt that he would have if I hadn't told him how much I love the dress. So instead of ripping it off me at the end of the night, he carefully unwrapped me like the most anticipated present he'd ever been given.

He doesn't have to be careful tonight. The dress isn't the one I wore that day. It's an exact replica that I had made for this very purpose. Seeing the hunger in Christos's eyes tells me I made the best decision ever.

"If you don't want that dress ruined, I suggest you take it off right now," he growls.

I run my hands over the silky material and cup my breasts. I'm bare underneath the dress, and every movement I've made has teased my sensitive nipples. It takes great restraint to not pinch them how I like best. This isn't about teasing me. I'm supposed to be teasing my husband past his breaking point. If the look on his face is any indication, I would say he's already there.

"Ruin me, Hades," I challenge before turning and running.

His heavy footfalls follow me as I weave around the various monuments in the cemetery. I picked this spot for more than one reason. Complete privacy—well, after I sedated the security guards—and lots of places to hide. The sounds of him chasing me stop and I have a moment of worry that I've taken the game too far. I slow my steps and look for him. He's no longer behind me.

Did he leave?

He wouldn't do that, would he?

I don't even make it two steps before solid arms wrap around me from behind.

"Got you, Eris," he growls.

I lean against him, soaking in his strength for a moment because those intrusive thoughts still sneak up on me, sometimes whispering that he'll leave me and fill me with doubts even though he's more than proven he's going nowhere. I wish I could kill that voice as easily as I do my marks, but it just won't die. Christos always reassures me, though. Every day, he shows me his love and devotion, which helps.

Once I feel the inner peace that comes with knowing he's here and has me, I dive right back into our game. I fight his hold, breaking free and darting back into the shadows. I don't make it far before I'm tackled to the ground. He cradles the back of my head as we go down, preventing me from getting hurt. I love that he's showing me how precious he thinks I am, even when we're playing violent games.

I struggle underneath him, but he's got me pinned with his bigger body in a way that it would take me actually harming him to get free. Since that's the last thing I want, my struggles are just for the fun of it. He fists my hair at the base of my neck and crushes his mouth to mine in a feral kiss. Our teeth clash as his tongue plunders. I stop fighting and, instead, hold him close. I fist his hair with as much force as he's holding mine with, making him groan into my lips. He doesn't stop kissing me until my lungs are burning with the need for air.

Christos raises so he's kneeling between my legs and looks down at me like he's trying to decide what he wants to do with me first. I roll my hips, trying to entice him because I know what I want him to do. I want to feel his thick cock deep inside me. I need him to fuck me hard and fast.

"You've been a bad girl today."

"The worst," I agree.

"You know what that means?" he asks, pinching one of my nipples through the thin silk.

"Yesss…" I moan, pressing my breast into his hand in hopes of more.

He grips the neck of my dress and jerks. The silk rips like wet paper in his strong hands until I'm lying below him, completely bare.

"Such a naughty girl. Have you been running all over Paris naked under this dress?"

I bite my lip and nod. It's been a horrible tease too. The silk against my bare skin and the constant reminder of what will happen when he catches me.

He pinches my nipple, drawing a moan of pleasure from me. My pussy is so wet I'm dripping. I gasp when he flips me onto my hands and knees; without warning, his hand cracks down on my ass in a hard spank. The sound rings out in the silent night. He spanks me over and over. His big palm hitting with bruising force. I'm beyond turned on by the rough treatment.

"Please!" I cry out when I can't take it anymore. I feel like I will die if he doesn't fuck me right now. The pain has bled into pleasure, and every spank builds me closer and closer to release, but it isn't enough to tip me over the edge.

"Please, what?"

"Fuck me," I demand.

He slips his fingers between my soaked folds, and I practically weep with relief. He circles my clit until I'm at the precipice, then pulls his hand away.

"Nooo…"

My cry of protest is cut off by a scream when he slams his thick cock inside me in one hard thrust. My pussy clenches down on him, my orgasm rushing through me like a freight train. He fucks me like a man possessed. One orgasm bleeds into another. I'm screaming loud enough to wake the dead.

He wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing until my vision grows hazy around the edges. Just when I think I might actually pass out he releases his hold, and my body explodes all over again. I've never felt so much pleasure all at once. I'm completely mindless. All I know is his cock pounding inside my willing body.

My arms finally give out, and I crash to the ground. Christos follows me down, pinning me under his heavy weight. With one last thrust and a groan that sounds like it was ripped from his very soul, his hot release floods my pussy. Every twitch of his cock sends shivers through my body. I whimper when he pulls out, even though I don't think I could take any more pleasure right now.

He flops down beside me and pulls me into his arms.

"You okay, love?"

I nod, mumbling some nonsense that may or may not sound like an affirmation that I'm great. He chuckles and kisses the top of my head. I let out a content sigh and cuddle closer. I'm not sure how long we lay there before he rouses me from my near doze, but I can tell dawn is approaching by the slight brightening of the sky.

"We need to go before the next shift of guards shows up," he says.

I sigh. "I don't want the night to end."

He pulls me to my feet and kisses me deep and slow. "The night may be over, but we've got a million more nights just like this in our future."

"You'd play my game again?" I ask.

"I'll play any game you want, little wolf."

Suddenly, I don't mind that the night is over. He's right. We have forever together, and I can't wait to spend it with him.

THE END