Burning for an Assassin

by Serenity Snow

  Veda moaned and arched into Sabrina, savoring the solid feel of her, wanting her fingers inside her.

  “Sabrina,” she whispered.

  Sabrina ran her fingers down the slit of Veda’s pussy. The soft fabric was damp from her juices.

  “Touch me,” Veda begged breathlessly.

  Sabrina pushed her hand past the lacy band and Veda’s breath came out in jagged pants as slim fingers whispered over her clit. Her hips jerked, her eyes closed, and her fingers clenched tighter in Sabrina’s thick locks.

  “Uh-ah!” She drew in a ragged breath.

  Sabrina’s thumb pressed against Veda’s clit while one finger tested the readiness of her pussy. Sliding in through the sticky syrup, she penetrated the tight cavern.

  Veda gripped Sabrina’s shoulder with her free hand as she rolled her hips trying to impale herself on her finger. “Please! Please!”

  Sabrina’s chuckle reached her ears through the rush of her pulse. “Do you want more, Veda?”

  Veda nodded frantically and Sabrina gave her clit a slap. Veda cried out, the erotic delight making her clit pulse.

  Sabrina gave her mound a hard tap and then another. “When I ask a question, I want a verbal reply, understood?”

  “Yes,” she said huskily. The dominance in Sabrina’s eyes brooked no refusal not that she intended to refuse.

  “Five lashes every time you forget that,” Sabrina told her.

  “I understand.” She caressed Sabrina’s arm.

  Sabrina nipped Veda’s bottom lip and licked over the sting before pressing two fingers into the tight, clenching humid depths. “Fuck your pussy feels so good around my fingers.” She pressed her thumb firmly against Veda’s pleasure button and fucked her with rough strokes. Veda writhed against her hand, gripped her hair, and whimpered as she met Sabrina’s thrusts eagerly.

  “Oh fuck. Oh yes!” She mewled as Sabrina took her faster, slamming her fingers in, fucking her with dominant efficiency.

  Veda threw her head back against the door as bliss started to engulf her, then Sabrina drew her fingers free and quickly turned her so Veda’s back was to her. A second later the thick girth of the warm dildo pierced the tight heat of her.

  “Oh, shit. Yes, Sabrina!”

  Sabrina pinned Veda’s hands to the door and slammed home. Veda’s legs threatened to buckle but they held as Sabrina wrapped an arm around her waist and fucked her hard.

  Veda cried out, fingers fisted against the wall as waves of heat racked her body and sweat began to dew her brow.

  “Fuck,” Sabrina cried out as she drove into Veda over and over.

  Veda drove her hips back to meet each thrust with single-minded determination. The pleasure took her over, infused her blood, and her lips parted.

  “Yes. Sabrina!” Veda screamed as her body tightened, bucked with the strength of her orgasm. Her breathing ragged, she sagged against the wall.

  “We’re not done, baby.”

  Chapter Ten

  Veda collapsed on the bed a second later and watched Sabrina toe off her shoes before pushing her pants down her long lean legs. The flicker of her totem, the wolf as it moved near the door had her frowning in wonder that she was seeing it now.

  The only danger looming nearby was of her losing her heart to Sabrina, and Veda had serious doubt the animal could stop that.

  Sabrina moved and the animal’s presence fled her mind. The sight of Sabrina stripping had her rising up on her elbows transfixed by the tanned skin and muscle.

  So much lusciousness made her wet all over again.

  “Take down your hair,” Sabrina ordered and tossed her shirt aside before stalking to the bed. She bent over her and kissed her hard gliding her hands down Veda’s arms before cupping her breasts. “You’re so damn beautiful, Veda. Look at you with your sweet curves.” She hooked her fingers in the band of Veda’s panties and dragged them down her legs.

  Sabrina kissed one knee and then the other.

  “You’re pure seduction.”

  Beautiful?

  Pure seduction?

  Her?

  Was Sabrina blind or something?

  “Yes you,” Sabrina said as if reading her mind. “You’re so sexy. Watching you walk away had me ready to beg you to come back this morning.”

  “What?” She blinked.

  “You have a nice ass, a little bubble but just perfect for my hands to squeeze and swat.”

  She stopped breathing. Sabrina was lying!

  All men and women wanted that size two lover.

  Well not her. She liked what she was looking at right now. Muscles and defined abs along with perfect boobs that made her drool.

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you after I left last night.” She removed her harness and tossed it aside before tugging Veda until her hips reached the edge of the bed.

  Veda stared at her, stunned that Sabrina could move her.

  Sabrina smoothed her hands over the swell of Veda’s belly and lowered her head so her mouth followed the same path. She kissed the soft flesh, moving lower.

  “I’m so hungry for a taste of you,” Sabrina said and kissed the top of one thigh and then the other.

  She spread her legs and planted kisses on the insides of her thighs. “Mmm. I can smell how aroused you’re getting.”

  Sabrina looked up at her from her bent position. She drew Veda’s thighs wider apart and licked up her slit keeping her eyes on Veda’s. Veda’s hips jerked, and she drew in a rough breath.

  “Do you like the feel of my tongue on your cunt?”

  “Yes!” she cried. Fire burned through her blood setting her on ablaze from the inside out. Sweat was popping on her body all over again.

  Sabrina used two fingers to part the plump pussy lips before dipping her tongue between them and into the simmering slick core. She licked up one side of Veda’s slit and down the other before trailing her tongue up to the erect nubbin.

  Sabrina licked around it and Veda’s hips jerked off the bed.

  “G—oh!” Veda cried out and buried her hands in Sabrina’s hair.

  Sabrina’s tongue was a sword of pleasure as it teased the side of her clit, circled it lightly, and then flickered over it before closing her lips over it to suck firmly.

  “Sabrina!” She almost screamed. Damn it was too good. She was losing her mind.

  Sabrina drove her fingers into Veda’s pussy as she sucked at Veda’s clit between flicks with the tip of her tongue.

  Veda’s head thrashed from side to side on the back of the sofa, mewling as Sabrina’s fingers and tongue whipped up a conflagration in her that threatened to incinerate her.

  “Oh, yes. Yes!” Fingers thrust hard into her pussy while her warm tongue lashed her clit. Veda’s body tightened and her orgasm shot through her.

  She screamed her lover’s name, the pleasure rich and heady as it took her over.

  Sabrina withdrew her fingers as Veda’s breathing slowly came back to normal.

  “You’re so responsive, Veda, and so damn delicious,” Sabrina murmured. “I—” The ringing of her cell phone cut her next words short.

  Veda barely registered the sound in her boneless haze of bliss. She laid there, eyes closed, heart still hammering.

  “Hello? Damn it, Pam, don’t call—so what if I did. What are you going to do?” Sabrina laughed bitterly. “Goodbye, Pamela.” She disconnected and clenched her free hand at her side as if struggling for control while strangling her phone in the other.

  “Is everything okay?” Veda swallowed tightly expecting her to say she had to go. “Was that the girl from your office?”

  Sabrina put her phone down on the chair but didn’t turn around. “Yes.” Finally she spoke and the words were tight and cold. “Pamela’s my stepsister. She’s an addict and she always wants money.”

  Sabrina finally faced her, but there was no anger in her face only a slight sign of tension in the tight line of her mouth.

  Veda sat up preparing herself mentally for the brus
h off. “She needs you.”

  “I’m sure she needs something, but it’s not me, Veda,” Sabrina told her coldly. “Let’s clean up and get something to eat.”

  She brushed her hair back. “I’ll go first.” She climbed out of bed and hurried to the bathroom trying not to think too much. They’d be leaving before room service could be ordered. Sabrina would have a meeting or something she needed to get home to prepare for by the time she returned.

  Veda heard the door of the hotel open and close a moment later, and she turned on the water in the sink. Veda shut down her emotions and cleaned herself up quickly. She stalked back out to find Sabrina looking at the hotel’s menu.

  “What are you in the mood for?” Sabrina asked and then leveled a playful look at her. “And how many times have you eaten here?”

  Veda found herself smiling despite the fear tearing at her. “Once or twice,” she admitted crossing to the bed where her dress now lay.

  “What’s good?”

  “I’ve only eaten the Asian dishes. I think an Asian family owns the place, but I hear the steaks are divine.”

  “All right then. Steak for me and what—uh—beef and broccoli and shrimp spring rolls for you?”

  Veda grinned. “That’ll do.”

  She dressed while Sabrina placed their order. She went into the bathroom with a gym bag right after that to Veda’s surprise.

  “I guess I should start keeping an overnight bag with a change of clothes in my car,” she murmured and looked around for her panties.

  “What are you looking for?” Sabrina asked five minutes later when she emerged from the bathroom, hair damp, clad in a button-down, left open to reveal midnight bra and khakis.

  Veda lost her breath. The woman was too damn fit and hot. “I—oh, my panties.”

  Sabrina gave her a slow smile. “Were you planning on wearing them home?”

  Veda laughed. “Yeah, kinda.”

  “Next time bring a spare.” Sabrina joined her in the bed and pulled her in for a kiss.

  “You tore them?” she asked huskily between kisses.

  “Maybe.” Sabrina kissed her slow and deep, one hand on her ass squeezing.

  Veda moaned and curled her arm around Sabrina’s neck drawing her closer. She loved the mixture of feminine muscle and softness of her warm body next to hers as much as she loved her kisses.

  Sabrina nipped her bottom lip before kissing Veda’s neck. “If we don’t stop this, we’re going to be naked when room service arrives,” she murmured.

  Veda smiled. “I don’t mind.”

  “I do. I don’t want some guy ogling your beautiful body.” Sabrina kissed her one more time and caressed her back. “So, how’d you come to be working for Perfect Charm?”

  “My father owns it.” She dropped onto the bed. “He started the company when I was sixteen and hired me on as a designer.”

  “Lingerie?” Sabrina sat down next to her.

  Veda nodded. “Yeah. Then I went to college for my MBA and design school to learn the craft of design better. I ended up with a minor in advertising and that’s mostly what I do now.”

  “Do you like it?”

  Veda smiled. “I love it. I feel like I fit there. I handle all the marketing too. I’m still involved in design, but advertising is where I shine.”

  “I saw the work Darice did for you,” Sabrina said. “Nice concept.”

  “That was all Darice,” Veda admitted as she grinned recalling the edgy photo shoot. “She told me something happened to the set and she had to rework my concept a bit. One of our designers is working on a line of dresses based on that ad. My dad might not approve it, but if he doesn’t, I’ll fund it myself.”

  “I’m always looking to invest in sound ventures,” Sabrina told her.

  Veda smiled studying her. “I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll have to show you some of the designs and you can tell me what you think. I keep trying to tell my dad that big girls have attitude and sass too. We want sexy clothes that say style, sensuality, and class as well as clothes that say vixen.”

  Sabrina nodded. “There does seem to be a shortage of nice affordable clothes for the bigger size woman.”

  “I want my company to change that, and not just for the wealthy. But my father is stuck on producing for that one class.” She shook her head. “I’m trying to convince him to change his mind.”

  “I’m sure you’ll do it,” Sabrina said.

  “I’m going to give it my best shot after I get numbers all crunched and my proposal finished.” She traced a finger along the back of Sabrina’s hand. “Did you always want to own a magazine?”

  She shook her head. “I sort of fell into it,” Sabrina admitted. “I was a reporter for a little while and then I bought the magazine. I did want to be a news anchor.”

  “Why didn’t you go for it?”

  “I suppose my dreams changed.”

  Her expression was pensive giving Veda the feeling it wasn’t the dream that had deserted Sabrina. Rather something had gotten in the way.

  “What about your family?” Veda asked.

  “Nothing,” she said coldly. “What about yours?”

  “Your stepfather didn’t like you?”

  Sabrina’s eyes hardened. “There’s nothing to talk about there, Veda,” she told her icily. “I mean it.” She got up as the knock sounded on the door effectively ending the conversation.

  Chapter Eleven

  Pamela sprinted through the parking lot of the apartment complex, the night a cloak due to the safety lights not working. She crunched glass under foot along with gravel as she ran past one of the lamps.

  Her legs were starting to burn, but she couldn’t stop. It didn’t matter if she’d had the files or not they’d still kill them. The Hatter’s reach was too long and those in his pocket numerous enough to be a surprise even if she did go to the police, but she had to take that chance.

  It wasn’t even like she’d willingly gotten into this mess in the first place. She’d gotten dragged along because of Wes. He’d been already involved with The Hatter when she met him.

  Pam slipped and stumbled, her knee gave out and she went down. She rolled across the ground and into a pair of black shoes. She looked up and even in the dark she could see the grimness on his golden face.

  “How could you do this to me?” she demanded. “What did I ever do to you to deserve it?”

  “Don’t be so melodramatic, Pam,” he said coolly. “This was all about business. I had no idea you’d get caught. Now, we have to clean house.”

  “But The Hatter—”

  “The Hatter is a fool, but Black Jack is a man with vision.” He smiled. “One he and I share.”

  She sat up. “I can’t believe—I trusted you.” Tears filled her eyes but she was so far beyond real tears of hurt that these were from fear and knowing her life was over. And she only had herself to blame.

  The damned drugs had lulled her into a false sense of peace from the truths of the past and even her present mistakes.

  She wiped the wet from her eyes.

  “Get up. I’m not going to kill you out here. Someone will likely see though I’m sure no one will tell.” He bent and grabbed her shoulders helping her up. “Now, where is that list and the video footage Wes was so kind as to take for us?”

  She’d never seen the footage, didn’t even know what was on the cards. She was willing to bet Sabrina wouldn’t even look at the files she took either. She’d destroy them not that going to the police would help.

  “Where?” He shook her and led her back the way they’d come.

  “I don’t know. I told you—”

  “Wes said you had the files.”

  “I did,” she said quietly as she trudged along next to him. “They were stolen this afternoon.”

  “By who?”

  She laughed and looked up at him thinking how ironic it was. She could tell him about Sabrina.

  Her call had confirmed that Sabrina had been in the apartment whi
le she’d been passed out. Pam had given her sister the key nine months ago when Sabrina was helping out with rent and bills.

  She’d feared dying alone from an overdose, so she’d given Sabrina a key so she could get in if there was any need.

  He threw her against the black sedan he’d dragged her to and glared at her. “What are you laughing about?”

  “I was already dead before tonight,” she said sadly. Sabrina had come through the fire apparently unscathed despite being gay.

  “Where are the files, baby girl? Don’t make this harder than it already is,” he said gravely.

  She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  “You’ll talk before I’m done with you,” he said coldly and punched her in the jaw knocking her out cold.

  Chapter Twelve

  The gold of the wind chimes hanging above her door tinkled, as she stepped into her condo a few hours later. The gold chimes had been a gift from one of Veda’s mother’s friends when she’d moved here and she’d charmed them with a spell to unlock or lock her door as well as ring in times of danger.

  A smiled played on her lips as she leaned back against the door, entire body tingling. She braced her hand on her stomach as she locked the door light-headed. Pushing away from the door, Veda put her keys on the small gold tray on the table next to the door and headed to her bedroom purse trailing along the wood floor.

  She turned on the light in her bedroom and her wolf totem, the energy always seemed to be with her in the last few days not just in the places she’d bound it too, parked on the floor near her bed.

  She wondered at its appearance since as a child it only showed itself in times of danger. The gray eyes held the love and loyalty of a companion having been with her for years. She smiled.

  “Why are you here, Sparks?” Veda murmured and discarded her purse on the chest at the end of the queen-size bed covered in violet with deeper purple throw pillows. She kicked of her shoes and sat down on the chair to undress.

  No response came from the animal. He merely sighed softly and stretched out. The animal sent her images sometimes, she’d learned as she grew up that wolves were known to communicate telepathically with pack. So her totem must consider her pack.