Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ASSASSIN IN HIS BED : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

"I what?" I asked when I realized he wasn't going to say anything else. He just looked at me silently, his breathing slowly returning to normal.After a moment, he cleared his throat, the Dominic I knew sliding back into place like a mask. "Dmitri said you had a request."My brain was foggy and my limbs felt like cooked noodles. I tried to sit up, to give this conversation some semblance of dignity, but my arms gave out and I just slumped sideways against the leather. A weak, shaky laugh escaped me.Dominic caught me easily, one arm coming around my back and the other bracing my shoulder. "Easy," he said.I managed to sit upright but my legs still trembled violently. We were close, his eyes searching mine in the dim light. That face. God, that beautiful, dangerous face. I wanted to trace the line of his jaw, wanted to kiss the set of his mouth.We just looked at each other for a few seconds. Too long. The air between us felt thick. Charged.I broke eye contact first, shaking my head s

I leaned against the hallway door and let out a shaky breath. Adrenaline crash. My heart was finally slowing from the whole snake-on-my-stomach incident, leaving me feeling hollow and weirdly itchy.I needed to move.The corridors of this place were never truly asleep. Even at this ungodly hour, the air hummed with low bass from somewhere deep below, and the scent of stale champagne and expensive perfume clung to everything. I walked aimlessly, the hot pink of Starlet’s loungewear feeling absurdly bright in the dim, mood-lit hallways.I passed a heavy velvet curtain that wasn’t fully drawn. Through the gap, I saw a shadowy booth, the slick gleam of skin, the rhythmic rock of bodies. A woman’s low moan slid out, followed by the sharp, wet slap of flesh on flesh and a man groaning like he was dying happy.My pussy clenched without permission, throbbing at the memory of last night. Dominic pounding into me from behind, his huge cock stretching me raw and his hands bruising my hips. It wa

I was panting slightly, my cheeks burning with humiliation. I loosened my death grip and Sergei pulled his hand back the second I did, flexing his fingers. He glanced, again, directly at the camera. His posture was rigid, like a soldier reporting a mission failure."The boss has asked me to take you home," he said, his voice even flatter than before. "What time will you be ready?""Now," I said, my voice shaky with residual adrenaline and the desire to get the hell out of this place. "I just need to change and say bye to my roommate. That’s it."He nodded. "I will wait for you at the main entrance in twenty minutes."Sergei and the doctor left without another word. The door closed, leaving me alone again.I was going home. Finally.***The shower water was a little too hot, but I didn’t care. It beat against my sore shoulders, washing away the grime and the lingering, cold fear from the examination. I stayed under the spray until my fingers pruned, trying to scrub the memory of Doctor

Raven's POV "Are you gonna talk to me or are you gonna keep sulking like a fucking brat?" I snapped, propped up on one elbow in Olek's lumpy king-sized bed, staring at the back of his blonde head. He'd scooted all the way to the other side the second I tried to snuggle in, avoiding my eyes like I was the goddamn plague.He didn't budge. He was just hunched there, shoulders tense under that ratty black tank top, brooding like a kicked puppy.I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly strained something."Seriously, Olek. How old are you? Ten?" I pitched my voice up into a mocking, childish whine. "Wah, wah, Raven didn’t share her crayons with me! Wah, I didn’t get the last cookie!That got a reaction. He whipped around, those piercing blue eyes glaring daggers, but still not a word. Stubborn Polish mule.Fine. Two could play this game. "Oleksandr Kowalski."I used the full-name voice, the one that even made our handler, Viktor, sit up straight.Nothing."Stop acting like a fucking child."Tha

The stall door next to mine rattled, followed by a sharp jiggle of my own handle. He was right outside. I coiled my muscles, ready to drop down on him, drive the little blade home, and use the element of surprise to make it count. The lock gave way and the door swung inward. I caught his side profile as he stepped into the stall, looking down, expecting to find me cowering on the toilet. His face was covered in a ski mask but I knew those eyes. I could recognize them anywhere. Ivan. Dominic's driver. The bastard who'd chauffeured me the first time Dominic had taken me to the club and eyed me like meat more than once. What the fuck was he doing here, on campus? Plan A was officially trashed. If this was Ivan, he was here on orders. And if Dominic had sent him… attacking him would be a declaration of war. It would blow my cover because he’d know I wasn’t who I said I was. One wrong move and Josh was in the crosshairs. I had to be smart Plan B. Play scared civilian. He step