Female Assassin Romance Books Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING The Assassin’s Portrait is a Dark Romance featuring heavy themes that are not for the faint of heart. This story is strictly for mature audiences (18+). THEMES: • PSEUDO-TABOO: A forbidden, obsessive step-sibling dynamic. • HARD EROTICA: Graphic sexual content, power play, and BDSM. • GRAPHIC VIOLENCE: Blood, gunplay, and dark criminal themes (Bratva). • MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS: Obsessive, possessive, and dangerous behavior.

She stiffened beneath my touch, her defiance sparking to life once more. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head, but her voice was a threadbare protest, weak and hollow. “Yes,” I countered, gripping her wrist and guiding her hand back to its place. “You don’t get to hide from this, Sabrina. You’ll feel everything I want you to feel.” Her body betrayed her again, shivering under my touch, her breaths catching as I alternated between teasing and commanding. I let my hand wander, cruelly slow, amplifying every sensation until her resistance began to crumble.

I could feel his hard shaft poking on my *as and it's driving me crazy. It made me started thinking about how he'd feel inside of me. Dad has never let me had any boyfriend or let me go close to men except when I'm executing them. I mean I'm twenty two and still a damn virgin for crying out loud! It wouldn't hurt if I give to the prince...will it? I chewed on my lips contemplating on my options. Okay, what if I had small fun here with Aris pretending I lost my memories? It'll be great, I wouldn't have to be a princess or an assassin, I'll just be me.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

Emmeline's nails dug so hard into her palms the skin nearly broke. The implication was clear, designed to make her feel like just another temporary body in an endless parade of conquests. But the sheer audacity of the woman standing before her ignited a vicious spark of defiance. "You know… I've read a lot of books about priestesses." Emmeline tilted her head, raking a slow, deliberately unimpressed gaze over Elainna's flawless figure. "They're usually described as holy. Pure. Above the sins of the flesh." Elainna's serene smile remained, though her eyes sharpened.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

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She's under my skin, and I hate it. There were those accidental finger brushes, her hand grazing mine as she passed me a file, electric sparks shooting up my arm. I'd pull back like I'd been burned, but my eyes would lock on hers, holding that gaze a second too long. Hers would widen, those deep brown eyes reflecting confusion and something hotter, something unspoken. And that elevator tension ride last week? She stood too close to me, her perfume which smells of something floral and intoxicating wrapping around me. I could see the pulse fluttering in her neck, I could hear her shallow breaths. My dick had hardened instantly, pressing painfully against my slacks, and I had to clench my fists

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