Page 64 of The Assassin's Dancer
The man chuckles. “I see someone’s enjoying their first taste of bliss.” He steps towards me, closing the door behind him. “And aren’t you a pretty thing?” He moves closer. “You must be new, but it’s strange because I have no memory of hiring you.”
“I am the new girl,” I laugh, returning my gaze to the beautiful man in front of me. He’s so tall, and has perfect armstoo. Perfect arms I could so easily run my fingers down. With a smile, I reach forward and stroke his biceps.
He doesn’t stop me. Instead, he leans into my touch.
“Bliss is wonderful, isn’t it?” He watches me with a crooked smile. “What’s your name, new girl?”
I giggle. “Ami.”
“Ami,” he repeats. “That’s a pretty name.” His gaze roams up and down my body, leaving a trail of heat everywhere he looks. “Nice figure too, and pretty tits. That’s important.” He winks as I giggle.
“You have a nice voice,” I tell him.
His grin widens as his hand reaches up to cup my jaw. “These are pretty too.” His fingertips brush my lips and I shiver, the feeling running straight between my legs. “Why don’t you show me what they can do?”
I laugh, while his hand moves to my shoulder and pushes me down.
“On your knees, pet. I’m always happy to welcome lost women into my house, but I need to make sure they can satisfy my clients,” he says, reaching for his belt buckle. “Now open wide for me. I might just give you some more bliss if you do a good job.”
Without thinking, I drop to my knees and part my lips.
I don’t know what I’m doing. Fire burns inside me and my mouth waters. I’m so hungry, but for him or for more bliss, I’m not sure.
“There’s a good whore,” the man purrs. He reaches inside his breeches, and I open wider, letting my tongue fall over my lower lip.
I’m so ready for this. So ready for whatever he’s planning – even if I’m not exactly sure what.
But before I can find out, he pauses.
There’s a droplet of red. It falls in front of me, splattering against my tongue, leaving a metallic taste in my mouth.
Glancing up, I see the man’s wide-eyed expression as something silver pokes through his chest. Crimson liquid glitters around it.
“So pretty,” I whisper. But my whisper turns into a gasp as the man falls backwards. No. He’s being thrown backwards. Being hurled across the room by someone else. Someone with fury ravaging their perfect features.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” I sigh to the stranger, letting my heavy body flop to the side.
The dark-haired man stares back at me, out of breath, as all their fury turns to horror.
“Shit, Ruby. Are you high?”
23
KASIMIR
“You look just like an angel,” Ruby babbles from where she’s kneeling on the floor.
Damn it, she’s definitely high. But when did this happen? She looked fine in the main room. Maybe a little out of it when I followed her to Andrick’s office, but I assumed she was just playing the part.
Fuck. I never should’ve left her alone in here for this long. I was hiding in one of the private rooms, but Andrick must’ve slipped past without me noticing and then spiked Ruby with something. Or maybe it happened somewhere else. I don’t know.
Shit.
And now Andrick’s dead too. He probably didn’t deserve to die. Sure, he was a bit of a sleazeball, and I’ve had more than enough disgruntled ex-employees offering me coins to deal with him. I could never find a reason to actually do it, though. Not until just now, when he was moments away from shoving his cock into Ruby’s mouth.
MyRuby.
Fucking prick can rest in peace.
