Assassin Romance Novels & Stories

I worked to undo his pants, sliding them below his hips, barely able to contain my excitement. His pants and shoes had barely dropped to the floor when he plunged into my soaking depths. I cried out as he drove himself deeper, grinding his hips against me at a deliciously slow pace. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his bottom, urging him to move faster. Pressure began to build low in my core as he acquiesced my demands. His teeth grazed over my mark eliciting whimpers from my lips. He bit down, sending me hurtling over the edge, as he slammed into me harder. The world exploded around me, moans pouring forth wildly from my mouth. I forced myself up just enough to sink my te

But I’m sure she knows more than she’s leading on. I heard from Hunter that Declan is facing his own female drama too. It seems that the love bug is in the air for the Confradia Assassins. Hunter says it’s Sophia’s fault for having so many hot friends. Gideon and I were the only ones that laughed at that one. The rest of the men just stood there looking chagrined. It was nice to see Priest look uncomfortable after all the crap he gave us over our women.

He pulled the tapestry from my head and returned it to my hands, urging me to breathe. His eyes met mine, still shimmering with strange, unfathomable emotion, when our world turned sideways. The knife in my hip slid even deeper when an Assassin slammed into the two of us. I flew from Orion’s arms, sliding across the marble floor. Flames licked at the back of my shirt, forcing me to scramble onto my knees. Orion unleashed a deadly roar and turned on the Assassin, silver blood flowing from his back where he’d been stabbed. The air in my lungs turned to ash when his eyes met mine, flickering with a strange sort of peace that had my heart cracking in two.

“What does Alessa have to do with this?” “Sophia, you really don’t know, do you? Alessaa is more than just Marco's new little fiancée. She’s a killer. A trained assassin. If you want to save Antonio, you’ll need her by your side. “Isabella said in a rather teasing than intimidating voice” Sophia's mind was devoid of any thoughts other than Alessa Romano. Alessa? An assassin? Before she could say anything else, Isabella spoke again. “Tick-tock, Sophia. You have only but 72 hours. Use them wisely.”

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

I ran across the room towards the left as Ace ran towards the right, our guns firing with deadly precision as we took out most of the men. Alice and Romano shot from behind the couch, the assassins focusing their fire on Ace and myself. Within a few minutes, the room was cleared, leaving behind only smoke in the air and bodies on the ground. I walked over to one of the dead attackers and examined him. I bent down, and ripped his shirt open to see his Russian brand on his chest. “Fuckers.” I said as I stood up. “Angel, are you alright?” Ace said as he walked towards me and put his inked hand on my shoulder. I shook his hand off as I scowled at him, and walked over to Alice and Romano, Ace fol

Some days Christine didn’t understand how to keep them all straight, and she took note she needed to make a family tree. Sebastian’s smile grew wide, thinking about adding to their own family once the ruling was finally over. The kingdom was flourishing, so why not have more time with his beloved to create the family he wanted as well? The room fell silent as Christine’s sister and beloved entered the room. Killian’s smile grew watching the vampire he soon hoped to help him train to like him. The Assassin silently strode into the room. His back was straight, still donned in his black leather pants and vest. His deep red dress shirt flowed around his arms until it tightened at his wrists. The

Smoke billowed up, thickening and taking shape until an assassin stood before me. I heard Troy gasp, but I didn't look his way. The assassins eyes opened, the same violet color as the petals. "Who dares awaken me from my slumber?" Like the first encounter with an assassin, I said, "It is I, Jasmine. I'm here to take the piece of crown you protect." His violet eyes flashed with anger. "I will not allow that." He reached back and grabbed his swords from the sheaths at his back. "Prepare yourself for destruction."

Amara dove for the gun—fingers brushing the cold metal— A hand clamped around her ankle. She screamed as she was yanked backward across the floor. The assassin flipped her onto her back, his cold eyes inches from hers. “Don’t fight. It will be painless.” A lie. She could hear it in his voice. Before he could strike— **BANG!** A gunshot exploded through the room. The assassin froze. Blood bloomed across his side. He turned. Dante stood behind him. Breathing hard. Bleeding.

After more beating and torment on him, the assassin finally confessed the sender name when his life was placed on the line. Charles was shocked when the assassin mentioned no one's name but his precious Jasmine. He wondered what would have provoked her to send an assassin after him. "I was sent by Jasmine Williams to kidnap you and torture you until you tell me everything about Mr A and who he truly is, but not to kill you" the assassin confessed on his dying breath. He could not afford to die yet when he had a lot of family responsibilities to attend to. His wife had just given birth to adorable twins, and couldn't take good care of them if he died. If he had known, the person he was sendin