Forced Assassin (6 page)

“I love sucking cock,” she said, staring into his eyes, daring him to refuse her.

She went to go to her knees again, but Bishop held her steady.

“When I want my dick sucked, I’ll tell you. Now, explain why you suddenly want me.”

Bishop folded his arms and she let out a sigh. Why, when she was willing and ready to do anything he wanted, did he develop the need to understand her actions? God, she just wanted to fuck, to forget. After all she’d been through, she deserved a few hours of pleasure, surely?

“Why don’t you shut your mouth and fuck me?” she suggested, not in the mood to argue.

“Call me suspicious.”

Glancing round the room, she tried to think of a way to show him what she wanted without him thinking she was working on an ulterior motive. There was no double meaning—she hadn’t been looking for anything but money to pay off the debts, a quick holiday and something to take her mind off the worries of the world. Why did he have to think she was after something else?

He stared at her.

Screw it. She didn’t have anything to lose and she refused to give up the moment. This whole scenario was a fantasy and one she wanted to see play out to completion.

Ignoring his domineering presence, she sat on the edge of the bath. Staring into his eyes, she opened her legs, disappointed when he didn’t move his gaze. He gave no sign that what she was showing him affected him in any way. So not fair, but she would keep going.

“You don’t want me?” She placed her hands on the tops of her thighs, sinking her short nails into her flesh, and closed her eyes for a second as the biting contact made her quiver with delight.

“It’s not about want,” he said.

Fallan chuckled. “That’s right, I’d bet to you it’s about opportunity. You think I’m someone I’m not. That your rooting around in files, finding out I’m ‘just your average woman’ means I fit into some mould where I want hearts and flowers, a romantic love affair. Well, you’re wrong. I want a fuck, plain and simple. No strings, no recriminations, just sex.” She moved her fingers up and down, each time going further towards the inside of her thighs and up, touching the smattering of hair at the apex.

“I’m not about to take a chance,” he said. “In my experience, women are liars.”

“That’s a shame. My pussy is soaking wet for a nice hard cock, and, looking at you, I see yours easily fits the bill.” She touched her pussy and let out a whimper. She made sure to keep her gaze on him even though the call of her clit was too strong for her to ignore. “You don’t want to touch or taste me?”

Taking her fingers out of her wet heat, she brought her finger to her lips. She would do anything to get what she wanted, to take the upper hand.

“Stop!” Bishop demanded.

Hiding her smile, she got up off her perch and went over to him. Her fingers glistened, and she held them up so he could see how much she wanted him.

“What do you want, big guy?” she asked.

Her acting improving with every second, she licked her lips and tried with all her might not to look at his shaft.

“You think you’re winning?” He stared at her, gaze steely.

“Why don’t you have a taste and then tell me you don’t want me?”

She raised her fingers to his mouth and smeared her cream over his lips. She didn’t break eye contact, refusing to give up.

“You have no idea what you’re dealing with.” Bishop caught her hand then slowly flicked out his tongue, sucking the juice from each finger.

Every pull of his suction further awakened her desire. The final digit-sucking had her ready to pounce on him.

“You taste sweet.”

“I’m a sweet girl.”

Bishop took her hands and walked her backwards, unlocking the door and manoeuvring her out of the bathroom and through to the bedroom. He forced her to sit on the edge of the bed. She didn’t doubt his guidance—she had the feeling Bishop wouldn’t hurt her…at least not until they’d fucked.

“I don’t think anything about you is sweet,” he said.

“Why don’t you have more of a taste and make a decision then?” Fallan lay back, spread her legs and stared at him in challenge.

Would he suck her? Or leave her?

In Fallan’s eyes, no man was decent unless he was willing to give a woman oral sex. Those she’d been with had always expected head but had never returned the favour.

“You want me to suck your pussy?”

“I want you to do with me whatever the hell you want. Providing you give me an orgasm and a good shag, I’m up for anything.” Wasn’t that the truth? Fallan felt like a slut—a bad, sexy slut—but, God, this was exciting.

“I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered.

“I’m joining you.”

He knelt before her and Fallan held her breath as he looked at her. She knew her pussy was attractive. One of her first sexual lessons by a much older lover had taught her to look at herself and to like what she saw. She could never expect anyone to love her or her body if she didn’t love it herself. She’d always enjoyed fingering herself while looking in the mirror. Call it the dirty slut inside her or just a woman truly connected with her mind and body, but it turned her on to see her fingers working over her wet slit.

“You gonna suck me or just stand there?” she asked.

“Soon, baby. I just want to look at you. You’ve got a nice, red, sweet pussy.”

He touched the pubic hair lightly covering her outer lips then opened her, exposing her private parts for his viewing pleasure.

“So small, tight and hot.” He inserted a finger then took it out to press it against her hard clit.

Fallan moaned at each sensation.

“Tight.”

She revelled in his compliments. He plunged a second finger inside followed by teasing her clit with his tongue. Fallan almost came undone. He pulled her back from the brink of ecstasy by taking his fingers and mouth away.

“Please, let me come,” she begged.

“Not until I say so. You’re a feisty one.” He added a third finger.

“You’ve only known me a few hours, you don’t know the real me,” she panted out, gasping as he turned his finger, stroking the sweet spot inside her.

“Yet, in the few hours we’ve known each other, you’ve already had my dick in your mouth and your clit in my mouth,” he teased.

“Imagine what could happen when we’ve known each other longer.”

Bishop pulled his fingers out and licked them, her pussy already creaming for more of what he had to offer.

“Will you just fuck me already?” she asked, his display making her clit pulse.

“We’ve got plenty of time.”

He returned his tongue to her clit and continued to taste and torture her. She imagined her lips were red and swollen. Her tender clit felt thick and throbbed to the point of pain. Fallan screamed out for any type of release he could give her.

Bishop grasped her by the hips and turned her over. “Get on your knees.”

She complied with his order—she’d do anything for him to bring her to orgasm. This guy had strength and stamina and she wanted all of it thrusting inside her cunt. 

“You desperate for a pounding, Fallan?”

A jerk of the head was all she could give him. He ran his fingers over her plump arse, gripping her hips and pulling her back into his body. No more teasing, she couldn’t stand any more.

“The tops of your thighs are soaking wet, baby. Are you sure you don’t want me?”

“I don’t want you. I just want your dick.”

“Big words for a small woman. Are you sure you can handle me?”

“Fuck me and see.”

Fallan couldn’t see what he was doing and couldn’t wait to find out. She reached between her legs to touch her needy clit.

Bishop slapped her hands away. “My clit to touch.”

Moments later, he impaled his cock inside her, the stretch and burn exquisite. Resting her head on her arms, she cried out and succumbed to him bedding her.

“So wet,” he murmured.

“Harder!” She moaned, a wrench of noise that didn’t sound like it belonged to her.

He withdrew all the way out then lunged back inside, not waiting for her to become accustomed to his size. He took what he wanted, slamming her with relentless force.

Fallan loved it.

Their cries echoed off the walls. She fisted the duvet and pushed back onto him as he thrust up to meet her.

She wanted his cock and everything it had to offer.

“Fuck me harder,” she said.

He gave her his all, his hold bruising on her hips, all of his strength and power concentrated in his jabbing thrusts.

Fallan was so close. “Give me release!”

He let go of one hip and touched her swollen jewel, rubbing her to a heart-stopping orgasm within seconds. He wouldn’t let up when she started coming, shuddering and crying out with pleasure and satisfaction that she’d got what she wanted.

“You’re a wild woman. Fucking tight cunt. I could become addicted to this.”

He slapped her arse and pounded away, the main force of her orgasm tightening around him. She imagined her flow of juice glistening on his cock. He still rubbed her, forcing her body into a second orgasm, fiercer and harsher than the first, making her body liquid jelly.

“You have such a pretty arse.” He removed his hand from her clit and ran her juice along the crack. “Ever been fucked in the arse?” he asked, shunting into her and fondling her rear hole.

She grunted, not knowing what to say even as the light touch he pressed on her was entirely erotic.

“You’re small but I’d fit, fill you nice and full.” He pushed a finger inside.

“What are you doing?” she gasped out.

“Testing the waters. You’re hot and tight in there.”

The sensation wasn’t entirely unpleasant but the feelings were more intense and unlike anything she’d felt before.

She wanted him in her arse.

Bishop was turning her into a rutting beast.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked. “Like my finger in your arse and my cock in your cunt.”

Fallan shook her head in denial.

“You do, I can feel your cum on my dick. You’re wet and hot for it.”

As though to prove his point, he eased a second finger inside her arse. Screaming in pleasure her only response, she waited to see what he’d do next.

“You going to let me fuck that arse, Fallan Jones?”

His cock and fingers fucking her together at the same time, in sync with each other, felt like she was being taken by two men, one big and one small.

“I don’t know you well enough for that,” she said, knowing the excuse was feeble, that he might not believe she was pretending she didn’t want it.

“We’ve known each other a few hours and I’m fucking your cunt, so why not your arse?”

“Wait until we’ve known each other for longer and I’ll see.”

But you’d better fuck my arse before this deal is over.

Bishop pounded harder. “I’m going to come.”

He pulled his fingers out of her arse and grabbed her hips again, driving into her cunt harder, faster. The tension built until she was screaming out a third orgasm that made her twitch and jolt with its sharp intensity.

Bishop drew her back one final time then growled out his release. Fallan felt it inside her body, the kick of his cock and the explosion of semen, the hot pulse of fluid dripping out of her cunt.

Gasping for breath, she collapsed in a heap with Bishop on top of her, their bodies wet from sweat. He pulled out of her, curving his arm round her waist. Fallan rolled over and snuggled against him, tired but sated.

At least for now.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

She smiled, content…

Before all the rushing memories erupted. She was Fallan Jones, an employee for a supermarket. She’d been kidnapped by a man who could kill her.

Out of all of the panic and fear that consumed her in a massive wave, only one point stuck in her mind.

She’d just had unprotected sex with a stranger.

Chapter Five

Bishop waited until Fallan’s breathing had evened out and a soft snore left her before he got out of bed. He was reluctant to leave her. Wanted nothing more than to rest beside her, wondering how the hell he’d got so lucky in finding a woman who didn’t mind a fuck for fucking’s sake. One who didn’t go on about commitment before she spread her legs. One who hadn’t expected to engage him in a long, drawn-out conversation after she’d been fucked, instead falling asleep like the proverbial man as soon as her head touched his chest. He sounded like an arsehole, he knew that, but the course of his life had made him that way. Self-preservation was a strong thing, gripping him with pincer-like fingers and sending him into a world where emotions didn’t exist.

Couldn’t exist.

His current situation didn’t allow for him to wallow in thoughts of where Fallan had been all his life since…
her
…and what he’d been missing out on from then until now. No, he had shit to sort out, calls to make and, without a doubt, would have Waterman on his arse if he wasn’t careful. Still, if the government did their job he’d be safe. They’d made it clear in the past he was one of their best operatives, someone they wouldn’t want to do without. His job was safe, providing he toed the line, and seeing as he had nothing left in life
but
his job, he would remain working for them.

He took a quick shower, mindful that the women he’d been involved with in the past—apart from
her
—were a wily set of bitches that wouldn’t think twice at feigning sleep and escaping. If Fallan tried it she’d come up short—he’d locked the deadbolts on the doors and hidden the keys, and this place was in the middle of nowhere. Good luck to her finding another human to help her out before her legs gave way from an exhaustive search for help. But he acknowledged he’d be disappointed if he caught her awake and prowling around. She’d already lied about wanting him—and, by God, she’d been a vixen once she’d admitted she needed a fuck—and he wouldn’t put it past her to lie again. Even if she was as innocent as she and her files proclaimed, it was human instinct to flee from a situation that was dangerous or one she didn’t want to be in.

As he soaped his cock, he thought about whether she was bothered she’d let him take her without protection. She wasn’t to know those files he’d accessed also included her medical records and he knew she was clean and receiving the contraceptive injection. Wasn’t she worried about venereal disease…or worse? Did her need to be fucked surpass being sensible? Which led him to another thought he didn’t much like—she’d possibly weighed her options and decided catching something was a small price to pay if it meant gaining his trust, making him drop his guard so she could get away.