Female Assassin Romance Books Novels & Stories

The other men in the room grinned vilely. Eitr was an extremely rare substance. It was amethyst and silver in it's purest form and had no odour. It was also the only known substance that could kill a Shadow. Even if I believed that the video had been faked,that the photos in the envelope had been photoshopped,there was one thing I couldn't argue with. That voice.

She didn't even cast us a glance, she just took a seat by the fire, drowning herself in a book. Everything was still again until Kane pulled me into the small pantry area. He dropped to his knees, pulled down my leggings, and ate my cum-filled pussy until I had to bite my own arm to keep from moaning. He made me come twice on his tongue before standing up, spinning me around, and fucking me against the shelves. Each risky encounter made the danger sweeter. Each time he filled me, the breeding obsession grew stronger. But the guilt was crushing me. As he rose to his feet, I turned to find him glistening with my juices. My breathing came heavily, my knees buckling. I crashed into him, leaning

The rosary slipped from my fingers and clattered to the stone. “Yes.” She moved like flame and sin. Her mouth crashed onto mine—deep, devouring, tongue sliding hot and sure against my own. She tasted of smoke and honey and sin. I moaned into her, hands rising of their own accord to clutch at her shoulders, feeling the flex of powerful muscle beneath warm skin, the leathery join of her wings.

Assess. The hands on me. They were firm, but… there was a difference. I’d spent years in a world of men; their grips, their shifts in weight, the way they manhandled you. All the people I’d put down had been men. These hands, even through gloves, lacked that… heft. The pressure was distributed differently. Softer bones. Women. An assassin? Doubtful. Their movements were clumsy and were fueled by nervous energy, not cold precision. No, this wasn’t professional. This was personal. They weren’t here to kill me; they wanted to scare me.

Something inside her fractured as she read those words. She barely recalled the hours that passed a haze of wine, the sound of a wineglass shattering against the kitchen floor, and humiliation rising in her like an unwelcome guest. To be discarded was one pain, but to be publicly replaced was another agony altogether. Her apartment suffocated her with its memories- Aidan's scent lingering in the air, his books haunting her shelves. She did what any heartbroken woman would do. She go dress to kill. A black satin gown that draped to the floor, a daring slit grazing her thigh.

Liam leaned in again, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear. “I can feel how wet you are already,” he murmured. “All from me touching you under a library table. Imagine what you’ll feel like when I actually get my hand inside these jeans.” Maya’s eyes fluttered. She was breathing too fast. The cursor on the shared document blinked on an empty line. Somewhere far across the floor a chair scraped, but no one came near them.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Dominic responded by pulling Selene close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, Dominic's hands began to explore Selene's body, mapping out her curves and feeling the slickness of her skin. She responded by pressing her body against his, her hands tangling in his hair. The water continued to beat down on them, a symphony of passion and lust. Dominic's heart raced faster as he lifted Selene up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pressed her against the shower wall, their bodies grinding together.

I only found out that an assassination had taken place inside the hotel when the whole building went on alarm. I think the assassin pretended to be a cleaning lady when she killed James Mondragon because I saw a naked and unconscious woman under the bed and it seems like she was the cleaning lady who was supposed to clean the room where James Mondragon was killed. And according to the woman, she was called by a man but when she turned around to see her, the person who called her suddenly knocked her out so she lost consciousness. The assassin probably injected sleeping pills into the woman and then took off her clothes and pretended to be a maid when she entered James' room. Because the clea