An Assassin's Deception

by A. K. Koonce

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  Cover Art by Silviya Yordanova

  of Dark Imaginarium Art & Design

  Edited By Missy Stewart Fournier

  of Ms. Correct All’s Editing and Proofreading

  An Assassin’s Deception

  The Huntress Series Book 2

  A.K. Koonce

  Harper Wylde

  Contents

  1. One Big Happy Family

  2. An Interesting Club

  3. Behind Closed Curtains

  4. The Line of Fucking Fire

  5. A Hunter's Mark

  6. Past and Present

  7. Friendship and Other F Words

  8. Something More

  9. A Claim

  10. A Power Show

  11. Numbing the Pain

  12. Crushing Reality

  13. Love is Blind

  14. Unlikely Friends

  15. The Hunted or the Hunter

  16. A Long Hard Night

  17. Not So Vanilla

  18. Painful Compliments

  19. Siphons

  20. The Lost Five

  21. Twisted History

  22. Girl Talk

  23. Starting Over

  24. The Smallest of Moves

  25. Push and Pull

  26. Golden Connections

  27. An Opportunity

  28. Three Minutes Behind Schedule

  29. Stupid Moves

  30. Star Wars Moment

  31. Game On

  32. Worse Ways To Go

  33. Mine

  34. Home

  Author’s Note

  Also By A.K. Koonce

  Also By Harper Wylde

  About A.K. Koonce

  About Harper Wylde

  One

  One Big Happy Family

  I think, by now, it’s safe to say I have a little bit of an obsession with watching Tylin jerk off. Clear water skims down the etching lines of his hard body and his arm tenses with every fluid stroke of his palm. Angling black lines of his tattoo frame his hips, drawing my attention lower. He looks controlled but relaxed all at the same time as he lifts his face to let the shower rain down on him.

  And I sit perched on the bathroom sink, peering around the white curtain to get a better look like a total creep. Heat flares to life within my core as I shift, imagining how very controlled he could be between my thighs. His dark lashes open and the depths of his steely eyes lock onto mine with a look of desire and surprise. I hold his gaze even as he comes across the back of his hand. A beat passes quietly in the humid room.

  “You’ve really got a thing for watching me, don’t you?” Tylin’s voice echoes around the small space.

  “I think the real question is why do you like that I watch?” I tilt my head to him.

  “He definitely likes you watching.” Mase bumps his hip against my leg, and I can’t help but smirk at him.

  “How many fucking people are in here?” Tylin tilts his head to look past the curtain, finding only Mason and myself in the small—slightly overcrowded—bathroom.

  Our new home isn’t as fabulous as our last.

  “You’d been in here a while, I was starting to worry. I should have known you were just having one of your torture sessions with your dick. Why does it really take you so long?” I study every changing and hard detail of his features.

  Tylin’s eyes narrow on me, his lips parting to reply, but Mase cuts him off.

  “It’s a control thing, like edging or something.”

  “Will you get the fuck out?” Tylin pushes open the curtain and turns off the water, exposing himself very fully to an appreciating crowd.

  Well… I’m appreciative. Mason just rolls his dark eyes before stalking out of the room. The white door leading out into our loft is open, just enough for me to see Rory’s big body dozing on the couch. Morning sunlight cuts across his features, amplifying every thin scar that mars his body. The lighting falls across the old floorboards, the worn and patchy fabric of the chair, and the dusty black rug that sits in the middle of the living room. Tall windows are cut into the brick walls of the loft, and the sun lights up every inch of the open space, from the first floor to the balcony of the second.

  And yet, the only thing I can focus on is the few dominating steps that bring Tylin from the shower to my little spot at the sink. The darkness of his gray eyes never leaves mine; he holds my gaze for so long I can physically feel every beat of my trembling heart. A white towel wraps snuggly around his lean hips, catching falling droplets of water and still, he leans closer to me. The swirling ink along his forearm brushes against my skin. That delicious warmth of his body surrounds me when his arms press to either side of the sink near my thighs, caging me in until his face is just an inch from mine.

  “This is the only room in the house with the illusion of privacy.”

  I don’t tell him that I’d gladly let him jerk off in the living room, adjoining kitchen, or even at my upstairs bedside. I keep that little desperate thought to myself.

  “Please make a habit of knocking.” His serious attention skims lower as if he just realized how close his mouth is to mine.

  The pink of his tongue rolls across his bottom lip and for a moment his thumbs make contact with my bare thighs, stroking slowly up and then down, creating deliciously soft friction. It’s the smallest touch, but it burns right into me until I’m shifting between his corded arms. If I tilted my chin a fraction of an inch, his mouth would be against mine.

  Then he pushes away from me, putting the span of our little house between us as he, too, trails out into the quiet loft.

  And I’m left listening to the hard pounding of my heart.

  A pathetic breath leaves my lungs as I angle my head up to the water stains along the ceiling. Why am I like this? Why are they all so alluring and brooding, hot and cold, and infuriatingly sexy?

  The door clicks closed as a figure moves in front of me, and the disappointment in me dissolves into an incessant feeling of need as my gaze meets the darkest eyes. They’re so brown they’re almost black until the light hits the amber just right. The perfect curve of Mason’s mouth tips up into a small taunting smile.

  A black shirt and black jeans hug every hard inch of him, the inky color accentuating his dark hair and bronzed skin. His eyes hold nothing but heat in them.

  My palms push against the countertop, and I move until I’m standing before him. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, I pull off my tee-shirt and let it drop to the tile floor. In just three quick steps his body is against mine, in another step he’s pinning me to the wall with the hard panes of his chest. Full lips seal to mine in the most perfect way. Like we were made to fit just like this. Warm hands graze over my hips, slowly skimming along my ribs, pushing firmly over my breasts until I gasp into him. My thighs lock around his narrow waist, and he holds me in place with the simple weight of his hips against mine. That’s the only thing grounding me; Mason Bothwell’
s rocking hips is the only thing keeping me locked into place against the wall.

  In a desperate rush, I skim my hands down his shirt and shove aside the material, trailing my fingertips over the defined muscles of his abdomen. A thin line of hair guides my fingers lower and lower until they settle on the fabric impeding our sexual progress, and I hook my fingers into his waistband. His chest shifts against me as he makes room to allow my roaming hand to slip lower.

  The door creaks open slowly, and heavy footsteps fall across the bathroom floor. Pulling my lips away from Mase’s, my confused attention follows Rory’s every step as he trudges into the small space.

  The two of us freeze in place, Mase’s palms against my breasts, my knuckles skimming the smooth tip of his cock.

  Rory’s broad shoulders hold a careless posture. He stands in oblivious silence until the sound of piss hitting water cuts through the quietness.

  “Are you seriously pissing right now?” My brows lower into a hard glare, and I burn the back of his head with a look as if he can feel the anger in my gaze.

  “Yeah. You guys have been in here all morning. There’s exactly one toilet in this place. Either move the toilet or find a new place to fuck.”

  Remember that time I saved his life? Remember that? The protective way I went after Armond just to save this asshole’s life is still seared into my brain. I push the recollection back in frustration, determined not to think about it.

  My jaw clenches so tightly it hurts, and when Mase steps back from me, carefully lowering me to the floor, rage slams into me in his absence.

  Rory adjusts himself, taking a small second to tuck his dick back into his pants before exiting the bathroom. I grab my shirt from the floor and start storming after him through the loft.

  I pull the shirt back over my head but not before Jameson’s pale gaze sweeps down my chest, taking in every exposed inch of my skin.

  “Tylin, if Alexa gets to be naked downstairs, then I do too.” His half smile pulls into place as he watches me stomp after his asshole friend.

  “You are the biggest, most inconsiderate asshole I’ve ever met.” My anger goes unnoticed as Rory pulls a chipped mug from the cabinet and fills it to the brim with steaming hot coffee.

  “From one asshole to another, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He has the audacity to raise his little mug in the air as if he’s toasting to us and our shitty personalities.

  My hands press against my hips and I all but stomp with irrational anger.

  Jameson’s palm suddenly slides across my stomach, splaying wide as his chest settles against my back. His closeness does something to me. It’s like his calming and carefree attitude sinks right into my being when he touches me.

  “Don’t be late on your first day working with Tylin, cupcake.” Jameson leans his head against mine, his warm breath and that annoying little nickname fanning against my neck.

  Fuck. He’s right.

  Rory’s gleaming emerald eyes are all but laughing in my face as he crosses one ankle over the other and leans against the kitchen counter.

  I pull away from the comfort of Jameson’s body and cross the last few paces that safely separates this asshole roommate from my aggression.

  I glare up at Rory, realizing he’s much taller than I ever noticed.

  I saved this mother fucker’s life two weeks ago, and this is the adoring thanks I get in return?

  “From one asshole to another, don’t think you can out asshole me.” I’ll repay him for twat blocking me.

  And I’ll do it better.

  My fingers brush over his before I pull his steaming cup of coffee from his big hands and stalk away from him.

  The hot liquid burns across my tongue, and I hum in approval as if it’s revitalizing every part of my soul.

  It’s just another lovely day in a rundown loft in the middle of downtown Rochester. Five ex-assassins share a one bedroom space like the loving family that we are.

  Until one of us kills the other that is.

  Two

  An Interesting Club

  The air is cooler against my skin, the temperature teetering between cold and freezing. The season is ready to change, but the warm midday sun refuses to let it take full effect. Tylin’s dark eyes shift over the crowd, eyeing each person when they pass, brushing against us as they shove on by. The busy street makes me realize how much I miss the cushy suburban home we left behind. If the old woman’s family hadn’t decided to finally take notice of her absence, we would have been fine, but when we tried to return to the house after the graveyard showdown, we’d found the police outside and the family members pacing the yard. Poor old bat. It sure took long enough for her kids to realize she’d croaked.

  Tylin mentions the person we’re researching and looking for, easily drawing my attention back to the present. A college girl disappeared three days ago. Eighteen-year-old Allison Meeks. Brunette, five foot three, brown eyes, beautiful. Police say she’s a runaway. Her parents say otherwise.

  I didn’t ask how her parents contacted us. Mason handles a lot of the set up of our mysterious business, and I don’t doubt that he's very good at taking care of it.

  “Mouse spotted her near that building last night, but he said it has pretty heavy security in the evening.” Tyin nods in the direction subtly.

  A glossy black sign with shining letters reads Club Crystalline. It's a nice sleek black building. The patrons slinking inside wear tailored suits just as Tylin does.

  I tug at the bottom of my short black dress. It hugs to my curves, not shielding me from the nipping wind in the least. I don’t have much in the way of belongings. It would be too stupid to go back to the League to get the rest of my meager possessions, but my lack of clothing is starting to bother me. I knew there was a reason that Tylin gave me this outfit though. Clearly, I’ll be a distraction for security.

  Shit, what if it’s another Jameson fiasco where he’s dressing me up to fulfill some kinky fantasy…

  My lips part but before I can ask the question, Tylin slips his hand into mine and ushers me across the busy street. My heels click rapidly, and I raise my head high as I come face to face with the security guard at the front entrance. The bouncer’s gaze skims over my figure in the slowest way possible, his black shirt heaving against his chest as he takes his time raking his attention over my body.

  To my surprise, Tylin’s chest presses against my side, his palm pushing low across my hips as he pulls me possessively against him.

  “My girl’s fucking freezing.” The rough tone of Tylin’s voice scrapes against the cold wind. It’s lower and deeper, a sound I’ve never heard from him before, but it seems to flow from him in the most natural way.

  He hands the man two IDs that I've never seen, but one has a very DMV looking photo of me—despite the fact that I've never stepped foot into a DMV. The bouncer appears skeptical as he glances from the plastic card to me and then back again. He runs it through a scanning system, and my heartbeat almost stops dead in my chest from the sight of him testing the cards.

  Unsure what to say, I blink up at the man, letting my lashes draw attention to my sweet blue eyes. Silence is my friend in this moment.

  The bouncer’s hard glare shifts over Tylin before he gives him back the IDs and steps aside. The narrow door is wide open behind the man’s back and the dark hallway booms with music. Tylin’s warm hand slips into mine as he leads me toward it.

  His body lingers close to mine, breeding warmth from every little place our skin touches. Couples sway together in the hall, and Tylin’s careful to lead me through the small space without touching anyone.

  When the hall ends and the room explodes into flashing white lights and thundering music, my heart nearly stops. Men and women litter the room, some dancing, some laughing but almost all of them have one small thing in common; there’s a serious lack of clothes in here. And I’m ninety-nine percent sure those two in the far corner are openly fucking.

  My hand tightens in Tylin’s, pul
ling him closer to me so I can whisper-yell into his ear.

  “What—What kind of establishment is this, Tylin?” A waitress sways by in a black lace bra that matches the sheer skirt that sparkles when the light hits it. Nearly every inch of her smooth skin is on display for us as she smiles an alluring smile at me.

  She looks hot I’ll give her that.

  At the center of the room, a circle bar shines against the lighting that cuts through the darkness and people congregate there, taking shots and sipping colored beverages even though it’s still very early in the day.

  “It’s a club. Obviously.” He pulls me along and the deeper into the building we go, the more the scene starts to unfold. A sheer black curtain shadows a room to the left where I can blatantly see the silhouette of a man with his head planted between a woman’s spread legs. My attention shifts quickly away from the sexy veiled room.

  Tylin pauses at a circle booth where he slides in, his gaze trailing over every single sensual person surrounding us. My knees give out as I sink into the seat next to him. I force myself not to look up at the attractive shirtless man dancing on stage. The poll catches the gleam of the bright pulsing light and it illuminates the room even further. I stare a hole through the center of the table.