Page 75 of Jewel of the Assassin

I try to deflect. “What do you want with Roman?”

He bares his teeth, his eyes turning deadly black. “He has many enemies.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“Don’t you even know what your husband does?”

Politics adjacent. Military adjacent.

When I say nothing, my chest throbbing with a painful, familiar ache, he tips his head back and laughs in mockery. “You will learn soon enough, dorogaya. I will make him pay for the sins he’s committed against me, for the lives he’s taken from me. But first, I’m looking forward to learning more about you. The wet dream and envy of every Bratva member.”

Bratva? I feel all the blood draining from my face.

“Always wanted to fuck a princess,” he says, the gleam in his eye intensifying. “Show me your tits.” He jerks his head toward me, waving the gun.

“No,” I fume, balling my hands into fists.

“I don’t believe you grasp the situation, Valentina. I don’t give a fuck if I mark up that pretty face or if you’re missing your pretty fingers when Roman comes. Be a good girl. Your tits are half out already, sweetheart. Pull down your dress, or I’ll put a bullet in your kneecap.”

My insides are shuddering, and bile simmers in my stomach. But my heart burns hot with fury, rushing the blood back to my cheeks as I tug down my dress and bare my breasts. The icy wind lashes at them, turning my nipples hard as little stones.

I keep envisioning ways I could kill him. He hasn’t seen the blade in my belt yet.

“Christ, fuck!” He exclaims, ogling me. “Best looking rack I’ve ever seen. Now, pull up your dress and show me that wet, little pussy.”

“Oh, trust me, it’s dry as a bone right now,” I spit. “Dry as your bones will be once my husband is done with you.”

“Show me your cunt now, whore,” he growls.

Roman, where are you?I cry inside my mind, wondering if I can manifest him by sheer willpower. I can’t stop my hands from trembling as I lift the ends of my dress and expose my pussy sinceI’m not wearing underwear. A stipulation of Roman’s. And…I may have waxed for him.

“Come here, slut,” he barks.

It takes all my strength to cross the couple of feet of space. Tears sting my eyes as he jabs the gun at the side of my head while his other hand is free to grope me. I’m tense, completely dry down there as he spits on his other hand and jams two fingers inside, messy and unskilled.

My whole body seizes when he pulls himself out. Oh, God, fucking Russians. He’s nowhere near as long or thick as Roman, but he’s still pretty big.

Digging the barrel in, he orders, “Get down on your knees and suck it like the filthy bitch princess you are.”

I’d rather eat glass than suck his cock. But I’m too determined to survive, too eager to see what Roman will do to him. But as I lower myself to my knees and come within an inch of that cock, a thought crosses my mind. It will have to be quick and lethal. If I can catch him off guard…

I am Valentina fucking Makarova. And this spineless, impotent dumbass is going to be sorry he messed with me.

So, I suck him off like a goddamn bitch, like the best fucking slut he’s ever had.

“Jesus Christ!” he exclaims, tipping his head back as I swirl my tongue all around his cock. “What a hungry whore you are, sweet, little cocksucker. Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Look at those gorgeous tits jiggling. Get it nice and wet, girl. That’s it.”

Oh, I’ll get it wet. Nice and wet.

“Finger yourself,” he says as I bob up and down, rejoicing at my good fortune when he switches the gun to his left hand while his dominant one takes hold of my hair.

I lower one hand to my pussy while slipping the other inside my coat. I go deeper, taking him into my throat, and he tips his head back and puffs out rapid breaths.Now or never.

Quick as a flash, quicker, I grab the blade and thrust it up, up, up—driving it right into his motherfucking ball sac.

The gun drops. I don’t know what’s louder. The shot ringing out or his bloodcurdling scream piercing the air. I don’t fucking wait. I don’t fucking run. I don’t even bother pulling up my dress. I grab the knife still stuck to his privates. He’s still screaming when I grab it free, kick him onto the ground, and lunge.

I don’t stop. Ican’tstop.