Sold to the Hitman(32)

But she recoils.

The way she moves is unmistakable—I feel her limbs pull into her body, moving away from me instinctively, and as I freeze in place, still as a statue, I look into those large, shining eyes of hers and see the telltale glint of fear in their pupils. She fears me.

A true lamb cowering before a wolf.

“Cassie,” I say in a whisper, drawing back ever so slightly, “printsessa, what’s the matter? Do you not want this?”

Her voice cracks as she struggles for words tragically.

“I…” Before she can continue, her cheeks flush an even deeper red, and she turns her face away from me, shame mixing with her terror as she curls up tight into herself on the couch.

My heart sinks, and I realize that I’ve pushed her too far. Maybe this young woman truly isn’t ready for such an experience, not so soon after escaping the stiflingly repressive world she was reared in.

“Cassie, I know I may seem frightening to you still,” I say gently as her eyes flit back to me briefly, “but I only wish to bring you pleasure—and there’s so much of it just within reach. But I would never force you to do something you don’t fully desire.”

“No!” she gasps, looking suddenly panicked. “No no, I-I want this, I really do! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” she wrings her hands together. “I should never have said anything, I—I don’t mean to make you think I…” She bites her lip, stumbling over her words.

“I just don’t know if I’m ready,” she finally lets out.

“Cassie…” I say to her in a low tone, and she looks up at me fearfully. I meet her gaze, even and unreadable, and I let the moment linger between us for an instant before continuing.

“You will never have to do anything you don’t want to do. I didn’t buy you for you to be my slave. All you have to say is stop, and I will. Cassie, you are more than just an object to me. You’re a person, and you deserve to have a say in what happens in your life. I know you may have been taught only to obey, but from now on I want you to choose your own path. I will do everything in my power to make you happy, even if it means I never get to touch you again.”

There were tears in her eyes already, but they well up to the point of bursting in the moment that follows, and before I know it, she throws her arms around me, embracing me tightly, and I slowly return the gesture, pressing my cheek against the top of her head.

Then I feel a kiss at my neck.

Her face has moved up from my chest, and her soft lips are pressed into my exposed skin, and as she lingers there for some time, I feel her hands exploring my torso with more bravery than before.

I feel her heart on my chest again, thumping away, worked up into a storm as it tears itself apart between its repressed, chained-up desires and its need to free itself.

I move my face down to meet her, and with a newfound hunger I didn’t know her to possess, she reaches up and wraps her hands around my head, hoisting herself up into a kiss.

It’s deep and long, and she moves her lips against mine as though desiring so much more. I do not deny her. Sliding my hands around her waist, I let her meld into me, moving my tongue to her lips gently at first. As they part to let me in, I delve forward with abandon, and she meets me with just as much energy.

Now her gasps become desperate between kisses, and we become totally lost in one another as I feel her grasping at my clothes, climbing me needfully and hungrily.

“Andrei,” she whispers into my ear as she rests her chin on my shoulder, letting my hands grasp her ass. “All my life, I’ve never felt like I’ve had a real choice in things. Even if I wanted something, I felt like it was decided before I was ever involved. With you, though…”

She moves back just enough to look me in the eyes, and I look upon her radiant features and feel my heart begin to melt.

“...I feel like I can finally desire and choose with you, Andrei.”

“You deserve nothing but what you wish, printsessa,” I whisper back in a husky voice.

“I admit,” she says, “I’m...I’m still afraid, but I know for certain that I want this. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in a long, long time.”

My gaze boring into her, I ask, “Do you want me?” I take her hands and draw them across my body, feeling my rock-hard muscles, swollen with blood flow that she stirred up in me. Slowly, I trace her hands down towards my thighs, getting dangerously close to the stiff shaft between them. “Do you want everything you feel, everything my body can give you? Do you want all of that to be inside you, taking every ounce of you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, “but I just don’t know how. I’ve never even seen…” her voice trails off as her eyes fall on the bulge of my cock, the hard outline desperate to escape my pants.