An Assassin’s Oath by Shayla Hart
Damien
Anyone that knows me will tell you I’m not much of a talker. I don’t talk for the sake of talking. I loathe small talk. I keep to myself, and I enjoy my own company. I trust only myself. I have one good friend—Jaxson who knows everything about me, and that’s it.
I don’t allow people into my life. So, here I am, at four in the morning, driving this preppy little princess to my farmhouse way out of the city. Poor girl. She thinks we’re going to have sex if her flirty eyes and seductive smiles are anything to go by, but little does she know I don’t shit where I eat. I don’t mix business with pleasure.
She is fire, smooth caramel skin, her body perfectly proportioned for her five-foot-six frame: small waist and curvy hips with a sinful ass that begs to be spanked. I’ve had my share of beautiful women, but Ezra Quintero, her beauty is dazzling, and I might find my limits tested with this one—especially in that skimpy red number she’s currently wearing. Any other night, I would have given her the fuck of her life, and she wouldn’t be walking straight for days, but she’s off-limits—even if she is gagging for it.
I shift in my seat and keep reminding myself that she’s just another job. Eyes on the fucking road, Damien. My eyes listen to no reason when they defy me, and sneak looks at her perfectly sculpted legs. Excellent, fucking raging hard-on. Wicked images of her legs in the air while I drive my cock deep inside her inhabit my mind, and my cock aches, straining against my jeans.
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Finally,we pull up at the farmhouse, and I kill the engine. “Um, you live on a farm?” Ezra asks, looking around warily before turning to look at me again. I can see the alarm in her eyes. She’s hesitant and is questioning her choices.
“Only when I want some privacy.” I meet her gaze, reach over, and brush my thumb along her jaw. Ezra relaxes noticeably at my touch. It took every bit of willpower not to lean in and taste those lips, especially with the way she was licking them enticingly. “Let’s go inside.” I pull away, and she nods. I step out of the car and wait as she walks toward the house.
“It’s gorgeous. Do you bring all your hookups back here?” She asks curiously, looking up at the house as we walk up the driveway toward the front door.
I purchased this place a couple of years ago and modernized it. It was old, and in need of serious work, so I got it cheap. I use it when I need some time away from the city. It’s inaccessible, built on private land, six thousand, four hundred and ten feet—the outside, a dark gray, complete with floor-to-ceiling windows.
There’s a beautiful lake around the back and a stable. I haven’t gotten round to buying a horse just yet—but eventually, I will. It’s quiet, and there’s no one around for at least twenty miles. I figure this would be the best place to keep Ezra; no one will find her here, and if she tries to run, there is nowhere to go.
“No,” I unlock the door and walk in, I flick the switch, and the lights come on. “You’re the only other person besides me to come here.” She walks in and smiles up at me flirtatiously as she passes by.
“Well, I must be special then.” Ezra purrs, looking around the house in awe. “Wow, Damien, this place is stunning. It’s very chic and modern for a farmhouse.” She looks around the living room area, a large ivory L shape sofa in the center of the room, a fireplace, and a fifty-five-inch LCD, white walls, and wooden floors. A through lounge with the kitchen overlooking the living room. A massive glass door on the left and two windows on the right-side wall. A staircase right behind the fireplace leading to the second floor.
I follow her through the house as she walks through the kitchen. Running her fingers along the island in the center of the kitchen. “Would you like another drink?” I ask her, walking over to the bar in the corner of the living room.
“Sure,” Ezra follows me back into the living room and leans against the wall. I pick up the glasses of whiskey and walk over to her.
“Whiskey okay?” She nods and takes the drink from me, our fingers brushing at the exchange. A subtle touch, but it sent a mass of tingles straight to my cock, especially when it’s paired with those blue eyes peering up at me, radiating such desire. “Drink up.”
“Are you always this authoritative?” She queries, sipping her whiskey while I stare at her and say nothing. She shifts uneasily under my gaze. I just knock back my drink; she does the same. I take the glass from her and set it on the side.
It seems the whiskey helped rid her nerves because she took a step close to me. “Not much of a talker. Let’s see if you’re more an action kind of man.” She reaches up to place her hands on my chest, and I grab her wrists before they get close. Ezra gasps, and I tug her roughly against me and squeeze her wrists just enough to leave a nice red mark behind.
“I don’t like to be touched.” Ezra cocks her head to the side and regards me carefully for a moment.
“How do you make love if you don’t like to be touched?” Her eyes are on my lips and then on mine again. I smirk despite my best effort not to. Make Love? She must be joking.
“If love is what you’re after, I assure you, you’re in the wrong place and with the wrong man, sweetheart.” Her eyes narrow for a fleeting second, and she bites her bottom lip. “Do I look like the type of man that makes love?” Her lips part, her eyes go wide as she stares up at me in bewilderment and gulps. “Hard and dirty is more my style.” I let go of her arms, and they fall to her sides again, but she doesn’t make a move or step back.
Ezra stands routed, her chest rising and falling with each quick breath she took. “Judging by the startled look on your face, I’m going to assume you’ve never been fucked hard and deep.” She wordlessly shakes her head.
I see a flash of fear and hesitation in her eyes, and I sigh. Fucking hell. I was wrong about her. She may look like a fucking sex goddess, but she was inexperienced.
Untouched.
The confidence she had before now gone and nowhere to be seen. I reach up and brush my thumb gently across her bottom lip. Her eyes close, and she visibly quivers. “You’ve not been touched full stop.” Ezra nods slowly. I study her face and bite back the growl when her tongue darts out, and she licks my thumb, her eyes wide and staring up at me. It was my turn to swallow hard. Fuck. “Why now, Ezra.”
Ezra shrugs. “I want my first time to be good, memorable, and you strike me as the type that has the experience to make that happen.” Oh, baby, I was. I would fuck you so good you’d be crying for days.
I grasp her jaw between my thumb and forefinger and lift her eyes to mine. “While you’re right with your judgment, your tight virgin pussy can’t handle what I’ll be serving, Princess,” I tell her matter-of-factly, and she pulls her face from my grasp and glares at me. “I don’t do sweet and gentle.”
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t handle. You don’t know me.”
“Is that right?” I lean in close, so close, her lips are a breath away from mine. “Have you ever been touched, Ezra?”
“Yes.” She breathes. I press her hard against the wall behind her, and she whimpers. I trace my finger up her thigh, and she bucks her hips up, her fingers curl at my nape, and I feel my insides recoil when she grazes my neck. I could turn her to face the wall, but goddamn, I want to see her face when she comes. I want to soak up every sound, every expression when she comes apart while I fuck her hard with my fingers.
I tug her dress up to her waist and slide her underwear down her legs. “Show me how wet you are, Ezra. Open up for me.” Ezra obeys and parts her legs granting me access to her sacred cavern.
I brush my finger up her slick slit and smirk when she responds with a breathy gasp and rocks her hips against my finger. “So keen, princess.” I slide my finger inside her, and she whimpers. I feel her walls clamp down on my finger at the intrusion, and I resist the urge to groan. So fucking tight. “Relax, don’t clench. Let me in.” She submits, and I feel her relax, and I slowly insert a second finger, and she gasps again, holding her breath.
I look down into her face, so fucking delightful, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen and pink where she’s biting down on them. “You like that?”
“Yess.” Ezra breathes, biting and sucking on her bottom lip. I withdraw my fingers and thrust hard, and she lets out a shrill scream, which echoes throughout the house.
I press my thumb against her clit and rub slow circles, and she pants, rocking, grinding her hips against my hand ravenously. I thrust again deeper, reaching that sweet spot hidden inside her, grazing her g-spot over and over till I feel her walls clamp down on my fingers.
“Fuck my fingers, Ezra,” I growl in her ear and resist the urge to moan when she rolls her hips and slides herself down my fingers meeting my thrust.
“Damien! Yes!” I watch eagerly while she writhes and comes apart before me as I continue to thrust deeper while every single surge of her orgasm makes her body shake in my arms. Panting to catch her breath, Ezra opens her eyes and looks up at me. “Christ…” I lick my lips, desperately trying to suppress the beast just itching to come out and claim her, “I take it back. No, I haven’t been touched. Not like that. Ever.” Her head falls back against the wall, and she bites her lip and smiles lazily. “That was…intense.”
I nod and slide my fingers out of her dripping pussy. “That was me being gentle.” I step back, and she grabs my arm before I could get too far. I narrow my eyes as she lifts the hand I had just used to finger her and looks at me.
“May I?” I watch as she brings my fingers to her mouth and sucks each one, tasting herself and moaning. Oh fuck. For a virgin, she sure knows how to work that tongue.
I bit the inside of my cheek and kept myself in check. My cock was throbbing against my jeans, begging to bust out and play. Every flick of her tongue on my finger made every hair on my body stand, but I need to control myself. She’s off-limits, I shouldn’t have even fingered her, but she was just begging for it. I pull my hand back when she pulls them out of her mouth and licks her lips. “Want a taste?”
Yes, I do. I’m dying for a fucking taste. I want to shove my tongue deep inside her pussy and make her cum all over again.
Ezra pushes herself off the wall and leans in close. I can smell her arousal on her breath, and she fucking knows it. She’s testing me.
I grip her jaw in my hand and look into her eyes. “You’re toying with the hottest fire there is…you’ll burn Ezra,” I warn her firmly, and she blinks up at me. “If I wanted a taste, believe me, pretty girl, I would take it firsthand. I don’t play games, so save yourself the trouble.”
“If I wanted to fuck you, you would be on all fours screaming my name until you’re on the verge of passing out from intense pleasure right about now.” I tell her expressionlessly, and something sparks in her eyes before she pulls her face away from my hold, taking a step back.
“Then why bring me here if you weren’t going to have sex with me. Has it put you off that I’m a virgin?” I fix her with a glare and shake my head.
“Not at all. That’s your business.” I tell her and pull out the needle from my back pocket discreetly. “As for the reason you’re here…” I grasp her arm and twist her until her back is against my chest. I wrap my arm around her waist, keeping her still.
Ezra gasps, surprised, and I take that moment to inject her with the sedative. “What are you—” I hear her say before her body goes limp, and I pull out the needle slowly and set it to the side before I lift her limp body into my arms bridal style and take her upstairs to the spare bedroom.
I lay her on the bed and pull back to look at her. I brush the strands of hair out of her face. She’ll be out cold for a while, wake up disoriented, and have a headache in the morning, but at least she’s not asking any more questions. I remove her shoes and set them to the side before I cover her with the duvet. I look her over once more before I walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I take out my cell phone and text James to inform him that I have obtained the mark.
“Mark Secured,”
He texts back. “Good work. I’ll be in touch in the next few days.”
I walk to the kitchen, pick up her purse that she left on the island, and take out her cell phone. I see a dozen messages and calls from her friend Jordin and one from Calum. I slide her screen, and the numbers come up requesting a passcode. It’s the latest iPhone; therefore, it must be facial recognition. I make my way up the steps and walk to the guest bedroom. I open the door walk over to the bed. Gently lifting her head, I hold the phone to her face and wait for it to unlock—which to my surprise, it does. Technology.
“Thank you, Princess.” I lay her head back down and tug the duvet up, covering her again. The last thing I needed was for her to get sick on me. I open her messages and read through the ones her friend has sent.
“Okay. Let me know you get home safe, Chiquita. Love you x.”
“P.S. I want all the dish on this guy you met!”
“Chiquita, you never called. You okay?”
I roll my eyes as I read through the messages. This friend of hers could be a problem.
“Your father informed me of the news. I’m thrilled you have agreed to marry me, Ezra. I knew you would come to your senses. Call me when you get this. Calum.”
I frown. She was getting married. Calum Sinclair. Her father’s right-hand man. I read all about him in Forbes. Sinclair is one of the upper east side’s most sought-after bachelors. Powerful, wealthy, and comes from an influential family—even more so than Hugo Quintero.
I glance over at Ezra, who was still out cold from the sedative. She’s being pressured to marry this tool against her will. It’s no wonder she’s looking for a thrill. Get a little rebellious and step out of her comfort zone and explore before she is thrust into a mind-numbing marriage playing the dutiful Step-ford wife to someone as dull as Calum Sinclair.
Her words from earlier replayed in my mind. “I want my first time to be good, memorable, and you seem like the type that has the experience to make that happen.”
I shake my head and leave the room. It’s not my business who she marries or what her life will be after this. She’s just a job, and that’s how she will remain.