Page 18 of Jewel of the Assassin

“An exquisite, wondrous creature,” he remarks, circling me, folding his hands behind his back. “Since you cannot remember me, I am duty and honor-bound to inform you of my undying admiration and devotion, including a thorough description of your form. Particularly your mostintimateregions.”

Oh, God, I hold back a moan.

“Flawless skin. Frost and lace. Graceful curves,” he goes on, his breath ghosting along the side of my face. “Not too subtle, not too much. The greatest artists of time would have begged for the honor to capture your contours and lines and immortalize them in marble, paint, or ink. This hair…” He fingers the ends of my waves, his knuckles brushing the small of my back. “Golden silk. Aphrodite herself would have spent a century hoping to replicate it.”

“Or she could just shave my head and make her own wig,” I counter, yelping when he smacks my ass.

“Hush. I did not give you permission to speak.” He cups my bottom, and I feel his brutal intensity.

“Excuse you!”

“Silence!” he snarls and digs his fingers into the one cheek, snuffing my breath.

When I swing around, hand raised to strike, Roman catches my wrist and cocks his head, feral. Fear rushes through me right before he swings me around, forces me up against the nearest sink, and brings his hand down, slamming his palm against my ass.

“Ow! Fuck, what was that fo?—”

“You ruined my worship with your insolence. And therefore, demand to be punished. Five strikes.”

Five? What the fuck? How could I have married this…beast? Or did I have a choice?

He holds me down with the power of his hand on the back of my neck. And then…he undoes his belt. Oh, hell no!

I writhe and struggle, but he pushes me harder until the rim of the sink presses against my throat, cutting off my air.

Crack!

Fire erupts, radiating on my ass, spreading outward. The hit resonates in my bones. My spine locks up, but my legs shake.

He doesn’t just spank me. He beats me. The belt snaps against my flesh once, twice, three times. I bite my tongue, tasting blood. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see and feel his heated gaze. There is still worship there. It’s mindless, savage, but it shows through his granite jaw and bared teeth.

He’s unleashing something. Something dark and animalistic. And though it scares the hell out of me, it also fills me with a sense of power. Like only I could have this effect on him. Only I can poke the beast enough until it breaks its cage and attacks me.

I grip the edge of the sink, fingers turning white knuckled. My breasts grow heavy, nipples hardening and tightening more. Wetness fills my center, slicking my pubic lips. How can I be getting off on this? But I am. Endorphins release pleasure chemicals, igniting my blood. I’m clenching. Aching for more.

Finally, he stops, chucking the belt to the floor.

My breath heaves and cleaves. My ass smolders. And hot liquid trickles from my opening.

He closes in, pelvis against my back, and I gasp. Oh. My. God! He’s fucking pumping iron down there. I bite back a moan.

“Hmm…” His voice is gravelly. His hand glides down my stomach as he grinds against my burning ass. I flinch. But there is no escaping the moan when he glides two fingers along my wet pussy. “Such a pretty she-demon, getting wet for her master. Gryaznaya shlyushka, Valentina.My dirty, little slut.”

One tap. One rubbing of my clit, and I buckle. He lets me fall, crashing to my knees. But then, he positions me facing him, and I am inches from that massive cock tenting the fabric. It lasts only a second before he unzips and shoves down his pants, unleashing himself.

And I’m convinced even the devil himself would break every Seven Deadly Sins at the sight of Roman Makarova’s massive, throbbing cock.

8

I will train Valentina and discipline her as I see fit.

ROMAN

She must be ruled.

When I am done with her, if her memories ever return, she will still fall to her knees before her king and husband—as only a true queen could do. She will know the command of her lord and master, who has won her through blood and flesh.

In the end, my lies will hardly matter compared to the extremity of her training to be mine.