An Asssassin's Kiss

by Serenity Snow

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  Copyright© 2016 Serenity Snow

  ISBN: 978-1-77339-122-9

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Katelyn Uplinger

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  AN ASSASSIN’S KISS

  Assassins Trilogy, 1

  Serenity Snow

  Copyright © 2016

  Prologue

  The room was aglow in candlelight and the soft scent of lavender wafted on the air like the sexiest perfume. The waves of the ocean could easily be made out from where Jasmia Anderson had been secured with tethers and restraints.

  Through the open window of the rented cabin, the ocean was background music and a soft breeze darted in to brush over her heated bare skin. Jasmia hadn’t expected this when she’d come on vacation, but she had already done things she’d only read about in books.

  The whip landed on her right buttock bringing with it a sting that made her grimace in raw pleasure. The toy fell heavily on her other cheek.

  “Oh, fuck. Yes!” She screamed as fire burned through her ass. Her nipples were tight beads and her juices, moist and sticky, coated her thighs. Her head fell forward as she savored the pain.

  The next tap with the whip, and her mind was sinking deeper into a haze. Pleasure and pain were wicked cousins that made her clit pulse between the folds of her pussy and sweat dew on her skin.

  But she wanted more of this dark and delicious passion Axana, this stranger she’d met only seven days ago, had introduced her to. She’d never known this side of her existed, but in a matter of five days Axana had turned her body into a masochist toy that craved the pain.

  “You’re such a good little sub, Jas.” Axana purred in that whiskey warm voice that made Jasmia tingle. “You make me so wet.”

  The whip fell on her ass again, sending a bite of pain snaking through her, pulling her stomach taut. Jasmia gasped and shuddered.

  Axana set the whip aside and used her hand to play a staccato beat over the smooth tight globes of Jasmia’s ass. Her cheeks felt as if they were burning coals ready to burst into flames. Her pussy wept and her clit throbbed. She was so close to coming she could feel the spasms.

  “Don’t even think about coming.” Axana warned. “You know what will happen if you do.”

  “Five lashes,” Jasmia said breathlessly. It would so be worth it.

  “I have a feeling you’d love that,” Axana murmured and swatted her ass hard.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  Axana delivered another hard tap jerking a cry from her before gliding her fingers down the seam of Jasmia’s butt. Her fingers brushed the base of the plug lodged in her tight depths and Jasmia whimpered.

  Axana chuckled and grabbed the bun tightly anchored at the back of Jasmia’s head. She tugged, pulling her head to one side. “How much do you want me?”

  “So much,” Jasmia said huskily.

  Axana slapped her ass hard before stroking her hands over Jasmia’s stomach to cup her breasts. She pinched the nipples hard.

  “How much is “so much”?” she demanded.

  “I’m burning for you, Lady Axana,” she said softly in a tone filled with hunger.

  Axana pinched her nipples, caressed them with her thumbs and Jasmia groaned as her juices flowed from her and her blood heated to lava hot. She wasn’t going to survive this. She was going to combust into a pile of dust.

  Axana’s lips brushed along the skin of Jasmia’s shoulder as her hips moved. Her clit brushed against Jasmia’s butt. “I want you to get hotter for me,” she whispered. Her hand drifted down between Jasmia’s thighs and Jasmia thrust against her fingers.

  “Axana.”

  “I didn’t give you permission to fuck my hand, little bitch.” She rapped Jasmia’s clit and Jas let out a harsh cry. Axana chuckled and tapped her again. “Behave yourself or you’ll get so much worse.” She kissed the back of Jasmia’s neck.

  “Lady Axana, I’m going out of my mind.” She whimpered.

  “Pleading insanity won’t get you out of your punishment,” she said roughly as she traced a fingertip up the slit of Jasmia’s pussy. She found the tight nubbin of her clit and drew her finger around it. Jasmia shuddered as pleasure rippled through her.

  “Yes.” She breathed harshly as she fought to keep her hips from moving.

  “Do you want my fingers in your tight cat?” Axana whispered in her ear.

  Her warm breath was a caress that drew a soft groan from Jasmia. “Yes,” she said shakily. She wanted them so badly it hurt.

  Axana gave her clit a light pinch before pressing two fingers into Jasmia’s dripping cunt and Jasmia cried out as rapture crawled over her. She pulled against the restraints as Axana fucked her while the heel of her hand wickedly massaged her clit.

  Jasmia mewled as the bliss became an intense wave that threatened to consume her. “Lady!” she screamed. “Please,” she begged. “I need to come.”

  “Wait for it,” she ordered and thrust her fingers into her deeper.

  The dance of fingers in and out of her, the heel against her clit tore at her control. She trembled. The sensations were so good all she could do was drown in them.

  “Please, let me move,” Jasmia begged pitifully. “I need to.”

  “You need to obey,” Axana growled. She slammed her fingers into Jasmia, teased her G-spot and Jasmia whimpered.

  “Oh, God!”

  Axana withdrew her fingers and Jasmia cried out in utter frustration. Then a hard tap against her clit made her body buck and a scream of pleasure was ripped from her as she came hard, drowning in sensation.

  ****

  An hour later, the assassin thanked the gods for the moonless night. She didn’t have far to go, but she’d chosen her lover because of that fact since the house on the other side of the kill zone was occupied as well. She hadn’t intended to have the brown-skinned beauty but once. However, she hadn’t been able to resist partaking of her sweet submission for the last five nights.

  It had been a mistake because she’d lost something that first time she took her. She’d lost a little more of herself by spending the last three days enjoying the woman’s company, and she knew she just might regret it … later.

  Her mind quieted, thoughts narrowing to a fine point as she went deadly calm inside. Pulling up short on the perimeter, her gaze swept it and her eyes glowed with energy of the cat rising in her belly. The cat was a dark power, the other half of who she was. She was a Bengal cat shifter and right now the cat was in full hunting mode. Her senses were all sharper, she was quicker, and more dangerous than when the human side of her was in control.

  She stroked it down not planning to use it tonight. She knew exactly how many guards were on duty because she’d done her homework. She knew the State’s Attorney for Louisiana was inside with his lover and his cop best friend. This little getaway had been a cover for a clandestine arms deal.

  Her job wasn’t to prevent the deal, but retrieve information on her organization. She co-owned Mojo which was a covert organization run by women that hired only female operatives. She was also here to exterminate.

  The assassin tugged the small gun free of the utility belt she’d pulled on along with shorts and a black t-shirt. She screwed the silencer in place as she spied the
first man. He drew, and she fired on him. He let out a started grunt and dropped to the ground within seconds.

  She moved forward knowing the next guard would be closer to the side of the house. The dumb-ass had only engaged a small team of three men for his security. The second came around the corner right on cue and she gave him a hard smile before firing.

  He dropped, gun in hand, but didn’t have time to get off a shot before the bullet laced with a paralytic slammed into his chest. She didn’t normally use paralytics, but this job had to be clean and fast. If the bullet didn’t kill him, the drug would keep him out of commission long enough for her to get in and get out.

  She disengaged the alarm on the front door and strode into the dimly lit foyer. The guard there raised his gun, and she kicked him in the knee. He grunted and struck out. She blocked while driving a knife into his stomach. Then, she swept his leg taking them to the floor with her straddling him.

  The assassin jerked his neck viciously to one side, breaking it quickly and getting to her feet.

  Making her way up the stairs, she was quiet, but the sound of a woman in the throes of passion was soft music leading her to her quarry.

  She found the bedroom unguarded and turned the knob. The door opened giving her a view of two men, a big bed, and the creamy pale skin of the woman. The woman’s job had been to infiltrate and gather intel. Instead, she’d turned on her bosses, and Mojo didn’t take betrayal well.

  The bigger man, the brown-haired cop thrusting into the woman’s mouth saw her first. He pulled free quickly and leaned toward the nightstand, biceps bulging.

  She squeezed the trigger without hesitation as the attorney pulled from the woman’s body and jerked around. The assassin’s ex-coworker flattened against the bed and rolled to the floor, grabbing a gun from its smooth top.

  “Lolita.” Her tone was deadpan. She flashed the other woman a quick cold smile but didn’t move as Lolita came to her knees.

  Lolita was a good shot, but she was no marksman. Her talents lay in computers and information retrieval from live sources which was why they’d sent her in. Mojo knew the State’s Attorney’s office was investigating them, so, they’d sent in a mole of their own.

  “Back up,” Lolita ordered as she moved deftly to her feet. “It’s not going down like this.”

  Her cat raised its head, eager to end this with a simple strike, but she urged that dark animal part of her back into submission. She wanted this to be a fair fight. “I want the info, Lo,” she said.

  “I know what you want, but you aren’t getting it,” she sneered. “I spent too many months working for you assholes and being treated like second best. I’m better than Jo.”

  Jo used to work for them, but she was now on the government’s payroll as part of a plea deal after getting caught hacking.

  “You know the difference between you and Jo, Lolita?” she asked softly. “She knows what loyalty is.”

  “So do I,” she snapped as she backed up. The assassin fired, and Lolita jerked out of the way of the oncoming bullet.

  “Let’s end this before you end up dead,” the attorney said, gently holding out a placating hand to the assassin, and she cocked a brow at him before firing at his feet.

  “Don’t try to mind fuck me asshole,” she said without taking her gaze from Lolita. She wasn’t without mercy, but there was no mercy in her for this woman or her lover. “You were always free to go, Lo. You could have left us and hooked up with the Cell, but no one betrays us and lives for long.” Her fingers twitched on the trigger and Lolita fired.

  The assassin leaned to one side as she angled her gun and returned fire. Lolita’s bullet grazed her arm with hot breath and a rough touch as it sailed past. Lolita grunted, and her hand clutched at her chest as she fired off another round in a reflexive jerk before collapsing to the floor. Her head thwacked the nightstand and rolled to one side.

  “You bitch!” He shrieked and moved to grab Lolita’s gun.

  She fired, deliberately missing though the bullet nearly grazed his ear.

  He swung toward her holding shaking hands up. “What do you want?”

  “I want the files she stole from us,” the assassin told him coldly. “I already have your mole’s name.” The mole was dead.

  He shook his head and there was a chill in his eyes. “I’ve already set up a meeting with the FBI about that file. They already know about Mojo and what you do.”

  She shrugged. Mojo handled everything from espionage and black ops missions for government agencies to mercenary work for third world countries. They rarely worked for power seeking mongrels who cared nothing for life.

  But if they got caught they were on their own. The governments left them to hang while they enjoyed complete deniability. It was a job hazard, but they got plenty of hazard pay for it and they had plenty of contingencies built in for their operatives to vanish.

  Right now some government agency wanted to prosecute them for buying weapons from a big time arms dealer and Lolita had a partial list of their operatives and clients. It was enough to get them all sent to jail for treason.

  “I know there’s a meeting,” she told him evenly. “I’ve been monitoring your communications.”

  The attorney was part of an organized crime outfit. The Cell, had two specialties—drug and weapons trafficking. The top members had hidden behind their jobs as lawmen, politicians, and judges.

  She and her partner had taken out the top four men already. All they’d needed was the leader and his second—the attorney and his cop cousin. The judge would be taken off the bench in a few weeks as soon as the intel they’d already stolen through Jo’s hacking skills was decrypted.

  “You won’t get away with this,” he said, sneering at her. “You won’t leave this house alive.”

  He had too much confidence in his people. “The file’s not on your computer or her laptop. Where is it?”

  “Are you sure?” he asked in a velvety tone.

  “My people have already hacked into your computer. The tablet she keeps close is all that’s left, and Lo hasn’t gotten online on it. So that must be where the prize is.”

  “Are you willing to take the risk that we don’t have it backed up? That the FBI doesn’t already know who you are?” There was a glimmer in his eyes that would have given any other person pause.

  Men.

  Did he really think because she didn’t have a dick she was weak or stupid?

  She squeezed the trigger, shooting him right between the eyes. Even before he fell she was moving to search the room for the tablet that contained the intel she was looking for. Lolita never would have given him anything until the meeting. Cash would have to change hands before that. None had.

  Lolita might have charmed him, but the two of them had a few things in common. Neither of them gave blind allegiance to man. Men had to earn their trust and their loyalty. For her part men only had one thing she envied even as much as she enjoyed being a woman. She’d thought men had it good when it came to their dicks.

  The pleasure they could give with one little tool… Lucky for her a strap-on served the same purpose.

  She searched the room for ten minutes before finding the tablet. The assassin turned it on and tried a few passwords before she was let into the system. The files that had been stolen from Mojo were all there along with a small encrypted file.

  The small file Lolita had been compiling must have been her contingency plan against the attorney.

  Satisfied she had what she needed. She checked the bodies before finding and checking all three phones. She found SD cards in each phone and took them before heading back the way she’d come.

  Chapter One

  Chris Jr. jabbered enthusiastically to his companion, Todd. His bright golden brown eyes and black hair were his father’s making one thing clear. He, like most human male American shorthair cat shifters, would not be that rare male calico coated in animal form like his mother.

  The women of their family tended to
have green eyes in their human form as well as in their animal form. Their hair tended to be either sand colored or reddish gold.

  Jasmia Anderson, his aunt, watched, her lips tilted in a wistful smile. She was only twenty-five, but she’d thought she’d have a baby by now to go with a loving relationship. She sighed softly, longing a sharp blade in her chest. However, it was hard to have a loving relationship when you were gay and your family was more than a little bigoted.

  Add to that being a cat shifter and she might just stay single the rest of her life unless she let her parents fix her up with a man she could never love.

  “When are you going to get yourself one of those?”

  She smiled as she turned on the porch that provided plenty of shade for the babies in the playpen to look into the golden brown eyes of her ex-boyfriend Seymour Chandler. Their break-up hadn’t been mutual, but the relationship had never been going to last.

  “Hello, Seymour.” She met his gaze briefly. “Your nephew is so gorgeous. He looks just like his dad.”

  “Yeah, he does,” he agreed and reached out to tug on the braid that rested between her shoulder blades lightly. “What’s been going on with you?”

  “Not much,” she said with a shrug. “Work.” She worked for a magazine and her family despised the fact that it was a lesbian publication.

  “That is not good,” he said. “We’ve seen each other ten times since I’ve been back. I feel like you’re avoiding me.”

  She swept her gaze over him briefly. The hot jock he’d been had matured a little more. His face showed the signs adulthood in a stronger jaw and eyes that weren’t as jovial though his gaze was still just as inviting.

  “I’m not avoiding you,” she answered congenially.

  He shook his head as his eyes narrowed on her. “You’ve changed, but that’s okay. I’m with the FBI now. And since I’m going to be home more, I thought we could start seeing each other again. I know we can’t pick up where we left off, but I’d like to get to know you again.”