All Chapters of THE ASSASSIN IN HIS BED : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Raven's POV It was around one in the morning when I heard a car pull into the lower garage bay.Not that I’d been waiting for him. God, no. I had better things to do at one in the morning.Like… stare at the ceiling. And pretend I didn’t check the time every fifteen minutes.I threw my legs off the bed a little too quickly then stopped myself and flopped back onto the pillows like I’d never moved. I lay exactly as he’d commanded, my only covering the darkness and the faint glow bleeding in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The room felt too big, too quiet, too aware of me.And the stillness only made the reality hit harder. I hadn’t forgotten what this place was. During my one-week "stay" I’d already done a desperate, fumbling search of every drawer and crevice, hunting for anything that could pass as a weapon. There wasn’t a single damn thing. Just overpriced linen and sterile décor made to look pretty, not useful.Which, honestly, told me everything I needed to know.I was just

The chilled air was a shock against my skin, a sudden invasion that tightened my flesh and pulled my nipples into two hard, desperate points. I walked to the full-length mirror and forced myself to look.The woman staring back was a stranger. My dark hair hung in wild, tangled waves around my shoulders. Across the sharp curve of my hips, faint yellow bruises bloomed like fading flowers—a fucking map of where Dominic’s hands had claimed me. My gaze slid over my own tits, still buzzing with the memory of his rough palms, down the flat plane of my stomach and settled on the dark, neatly trimmed hair between my thighs. Right there. The center of a throbbing, fucking relentless ache.My lungs seized for a second. I could almost feel his fingertips tracing the impossible softness of my inner thigh, that final, agonizing inch before he’d… Fuck. The memory alone was a live wire against my nerves. It was infuriating. It was the most degrading and exhilarating feeling of my life.How? How did h

"Oh, we don’t really do real names up here," Starlet said, relaxing again, clearly thinking I was just making conversation. "She went by Pixie." She smiled. "Like me. Starlet’s just my stage name. My real name’s Stella. But don’t let that get around, okay? It’s our little secret.""Your secret is safe with me." I mumbled. Pixie. They all used fake names. Pixie could’ve been Haley… or not. I had nothing solid to go off yet.We stopped in front of a door marked with a small, silver 7. Starlet turned to me, her warm smile returning. "So, what’s your name anyway? I can’t keep calling you new girl.""It's Raven."She blinked. "Okay… and is that your stage name?""Real name and stage name."Her eyebrows went straight up. "Seriously? You’re using your actual name?" She let out a soft, incredulous laugh. "Wow. That’s bold."The pieces were clicking into place. I needed to know about that previous roommate. I needed to get into that room, see if there was anything left behind, any clue. Starl

Raven's POV I stared at my reflection, fighting the urge to punch the mirror out of frustration. The outfit was bad, like real bad. A neon, bubblegum-pink two piece that made me look like I was trying way too hard and failing anyway."I cannot believe you made me wear pink," I groaned dropping the blush brush onto the cluttered counter. "Of all the colors in the entire fucking world and you made me wear this."Starlet popped up behind me in the mirror, wearing an even brighter pink shade. Her face lit up with that bright smile."Isn’t it great? And before you say anything, I only have pink outfits. But seriously, you look amazing. This color brings out the rose in your cheeks.""That’s the blush you caked on me," I deadpanned, poking at my cheek. "And don’t try to sweet-talk me. I know I look weird."Her smile softened into something more genuine and a little vulnerable. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "But I’m just… I’m glad you don’t hate me for it. For loving pink, I mean."I glan

"Stop." The word sliced through the heavy air like a knife.Everything froze. Starlet's hips halted mid-roll, her body going rigid on Dominic's lap. I yanked my hand away fast, tugging the strap of my top back up over my shoulder, the fabric snapping into place just as Starlet's eyes flicked toward the door.She glanced back at him. "S-sir?" Her voice was small and shaky, like she thought she'd done something wrong.Dominic's hands clamped on her hips roughly. "Get off."He didn't wait for her to move, he shoved her sideways, hard enough that she tumbled off his thighs onto the carpet with a yelp. She landed on her ass, knees splayed and that pink outfit riding up to show a flash of thigh. Her wide eyes darted between us."You," he jerked his chin at her. "Out. Now.""Yes, sir." She scrambled to her feet, smoothing her ass with trembling hands and shot me a quick, panicked look. Like she was begging for rescue again."You’re going to stay behind." He said while pointing at me.Gladly.