Chapter 22: Codename: Blackheart Chapter Twenty-Two
I wake up to feel something heavy around my midsection. Glancing down, I see a toned, tanned hairy arm and I instinctively smile. My whole body is still buzzing from last night. I realise I need to crack a window open because the room smells like sex. It’s not very professional of me to get into bed with the enemy, but I don’t regret it. That man is as skilled at giving pleasure as I am at giving pain. He can be gentle, and he can be rough and when he mixes the two? Oh, baby.
Not wanting to wake him, I carefully slide out from under his arm, making my way to the bathroom to take a shower. I’m halfway done, having just finished with my hair when I hear the shower door open and arms snake around my waist making me smirk.
“Thought you might like some company,” Alec says against my ear.
I look back at him, my eyes trailing the droplets of water coating his body and for just a moment I’m envious of them. “I didn’t realise showering is a two-person job,” I say ignorantly.
“The best showers always involve two people,” he explains with a cocky grin.
“Well, shit. I guess I’ve been doing them all wrong,” I huff.
He chuckles, “Let me fix that for you.” He grabs my loofa, pours some of my body wash on it and starts lathering it on my body. I close my eyes and sigh, leaning my head back against his chest. “Feel good?” he asks. I can practically hear the smile in his voice. I nod contentedly. I’ve never had anyone do this before. Well, not intimately like this.
“You’re ruining showers for me,” I whine. Whining? Really? Who am I?
He laughs, “Just how am I ruining showers for you?”
“With you spoiling me like this, how will I ever go back to single-person showers?” I point out. He laughs some more, coming off more carefree today than any other day he’s been here. “I suppose I can just get someone else to do this for me,” I shrug. My words have him tensing behind me. Next second, he turns me around and presses me against the shower wall, bringing his face next to mine till our noses touch.
“Like hell, you will,” he says in a deep threatening tone. I raise my eyebrow in challenge. What the hell has gotten into him all of a sudden? He wraps his hand around my throat just tight enough to make a point, but I don’t react. I just watch him intently. His ocean-blue eyes are locked on mine; he looks furious. Because I made a joke?
After a moment, his features crumple and he looks… defeated. His hold on my neck loosens a little but doesn’t drop as he presses his forehead against mine. “Please. Don’t,” he pleads in a whisper.
Is he jealous? We don’t even know each other. Not really, and yet he’s jealous over the idea of some other hypothetical man as if I’m already his. I’m confused and yet I kind of like the idea that he wants me so much. I didn’t realise how good it would feel to be wanted like this.
Still unable to find words, I take the loofa from his hand, keeping my eyes on his as I slowly start lathering up his body. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh, the hand that’s around my throat dropping down to my hip. I don’t feel like myself when I’m around this man… actually, that’s a lie. I feel too much like myself. The me I am at home. That’s not the person I need to be right now, but I think that ship has sailed already.
I watch his face and body relax as I take my time washing him. I examine every inch of his body, marvelling at the pure perfection that it is. My idea of perfection at least. Every inch of him is crying out for me to touch and like a sailor to a siren, I can’t resist. I drop the loofa and slowly begin to drag my nails up his toned thighs, watching his Adam’s apple bob, but he doesn’t open his eyes. I can see him hardening; I haven’t even reached my prize yet. When I wrap my hand around his dick, I confirm my prediction from last night. I can barely fit my hand around it. I wonder how many women have gotten carpal tunnel from handling him. Probably has even given himself carpal tunnel.
He moans softly at my touch and his eyes fly open to meet mine. I stroke my hand up and down his thick cock with a twisting motion and watch his head roll back while his hands grip firmly on my waist. I can feel him twitching in my palm and it spurs me on. I trail kisses up his torso as my tongue occasionally slips out to graze his skin causing him to shudder. His breathing has turned ragged and I’m loving every second of it.
When I move down onto my knees, he senses my movement and looks down at me with his eyes hooded with desire. The look he’s giving me has my muscles clenching and my pussy dripping wet for him.
“You don’t have to,” he says gently.
“Are you saying you don’t want me to?” I question with a raised eyebrow.
“No, it’s just– ” I stop him from finishing his sentence by running my tongue underneath the length of his cock and he throws his head back, hissing at the contact. “Shit.” I smirk feeling galvanised by his reaction.
I tease the tip with my tongue, twirling it in circles before sucking it between my lips causing his hips to flex. It’s good to have some control back. Don’t get me wrong, after last night’s performance, I’d be more than happy to hand it over to him again. While my mouth works the tip of his cock, I continue to stroke him with my hand, mostly because I’m trying to go into this with a game plan. He’s insanely thick, so I’m not sure my mouth can open that wide; I’m a human, not an anaconda. Fuck it, may as well dive in.
Relaxing my jaw, I slowly take him into my mouth, and to my surprise, I’m able to get him to the back of my throat. There’s a bit of protest from my jaw muscles but I can live with it.
“Fucking hell, Heart!” he cries, his hands weaving their way into my hair. I’d smirk, but my mouth is occupied. I start moving, sucking him in and out at a slow pace as my hands glide up his spectacular thighs, along his hips and over his moderately defined abs. I can’t stop myself from looking up at him. Watching him react to me is erotic as hell. “Please don’t stop,” he pants, and I take that as my cue to quicken my pace, occasionally flicking the tip of his cock each time I reach the end.
His hands are fisting my hair, his muscles are tense, and his eyes are on mine. It’s turning me on like crazy. It’s like someone lit a fire at the apex of my thighs. The water from the shower is cascading over us, but I don’t think either of us notices it much at this point. I start sucking harder and faster while I bring up one hand to cup and massage his balls giving them a gentle tug, which causes him to reflexively thrust into my mouth. “Sweet fucking Jesus,” he groans breathlessly. Every word, every sound he makes is like a jolt of electricity to my loins.
At that, I lose all self-control. I grip his hips and start going to town on his cock. I’m sucking him like I’m a starved woman and his dick is an all-you-can-eat-buffet. I’m so lost in the pleasure of pleasing him that I can’t stop the moan that sounds deep in my throat. The sound of it has his body going rigid and I know he’s close.
“God yes, make me come, baby. Please make me come,” he begs. Bloody hell, hearing him beg is enough to make me come and it has me sucking him like a Hoover. His hands grip and tug at my hair harshly, his body is stiff as a board and his breathing has stopped altogether. “Heart… FUCK,” he growls, throwing his head back as his warm cum fills my mouth. I gulp it down and slow down my movements, wanting to suck every last drop from him. His body is shuddering and he’s looking down at me sated and in… awe? He pulls me up by my upper arms and clamps his lips down on mine in a smouldering kiss that I return eagerly, looping my arms around his neck and pressing myself against him. When our kiss breaks, we’re panting, and he rests his forehead on mine. “Did they teach you that at assassin school?” he jokes, making me laugh.
“Yeah, it was the class we had right before lunch,” I joke back.
He grins, “Remind me to send them a thank you, because holy hell. I’m not kidding when I say that was the best I’ve ever had.” I roll my eyes in response. That’s what every man says after he gets head. Alec wraps his arms tight around me, looking straight in my eyes. “I mean it. That was amazing,” he says softly but with a serious edge to it as he kisses my nose. I feel my cheeks heat up at that. Damn this man! What happened to Blackheart the assassin who strikes fear into the hearts of everyone?
“Least I could do after last night,” I say slyly.
He smirks, “Oh yeah? What happened last night?” he asks playfully.
“Some guy wrecked my body in the best way possible,” I tell him.
“I have a feeling the guy enjoyed it too,” he says cheerfully.
Realising that if we stay in the shower any longer, I’m going to wrinkle up like a prune, I turn off the shower and get out, grabbing a towel and tossing another to Alec. We’re in the middle of drying off when there’s a loud knock at the front door. We both look at each other.
“Maybe it’s John?” he says. I wrap the towel tight around my chest and walk out to the door, reaching out to grab Crimson off the kitchen counter as I go. I look through the peephole and relax when I see who it is. I put Crimson back on the kitchen counter, unlock and open the door.
“Victor, what are you doing here?” I ask in surprise as I look down both ends of the hall.
Victor’s expression is sombre, not his usual effervescent self. “This came for you,” he says holding out a black envelope with ‘Blackheart’ scrawled on it in beautiful gold calligraphy. I take the envelope from his hand and even though I know what I’ll find, I still turn it over to look at the back. I suck in a breath as soon as I see the gold wax seal with a blood drop symbol. “I’m sorry, Heart,” Victor says, his voice full of regret.
I give him a smile. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Thank you for bringing this to me,” I say, kissing his cheek.
He kisses mine in return and gives me a sad look, “Please be careful,” he says anxiously.
“That’s impossible, but I’ll do my best,” I say reassuringly. He nods and walks off, leaving a dark cloud behind. I close the door and stand there looking at the envelope which now feels like a lead brick in my hand.
I slowly realise someone is calling for my attention and look up to see Alec standing in the living room, a towel around his waist and a concerned look on his face.
“What happened? Is everything alright?” he asks in concern.
“I have to leave,” I say flatly as I walk to the bedroom and grab my suitcase to start packing, placing the envelope on the bed.
Alec walks in a minute later, “Wait, what do you mean you have to leave? Like you have to go somewhere?” he asks in confusion.
“No, as in I have to go home,” I tell him as I continue to pack.
He grabs my suitcase and yanks it away from me, “Just stop and tell me what’s going on,” he demands.
“I have to go home and see my parents and take care of some things.”
“When will you be back?” he asks sadly.
“I might not come back,” I say bluntly.
“So, you’re just going to up and leave. Just like that? You look like you can’t get out of here fast enough,” he says angrily. Wow, he’s really upset. He’s also overreacting, and I can’t suppress my eye roll.
“I might not come back because I might be dead. But please, continue to act like some scorned lover who I’m ditching,” I say sarcastically.
He pales at this. “What do you mean dead?” he asks quietly.
I rub my face in frustration. I hold up the envelope. “This is a personal invitation to The Tournament, and I literally cannot reject it. I’m dead if I do and potentially dead if I don’t,” I explain.
He looks at the envelope like I’m holding an armed bomb. “What’s The Tournament?” he asks. I look at him in surprise. The Tournament is pretty well known in underground circles. I’m genuinely surprised he’s never heard of it.
“You’ve never heard of it?” I ask, gauging his response. He shakes his head, and I can see it’s genuine. I sigh. “Alec, I don’t have time to explain it to you.” I pull my suitcase back over and finish packing it. I drop my towel and throw on panties, grey leggings, a black camisole and then throw on some sneakers.
“Then I’ll come with you,” he says casually.
I whip my head up to look at him. “What?” I ask incredulously.
“Well, I figure I’m safer with you than anywhere else and I don’t trust you not to come back, so if I go with you, that’s one less thing to worry about,” he says nonchalantly.
“You expect me to take you to my private home and what? Introduce you to the family?”
This gives him pause. “Family?” he gulps. Ha! He’s scared to meet my folks. But now I can’t help picturing him meeting my family. The picture that’s formed in my head is hilarious.
“Yes, I live with my parents. You would have to meet them,” I say unperturbed, watching his reaction.
He sucks in a deep breath and there’s something in his eyes like he’s at war over something. “Fine. I’ll meet your family of assassins. Maybe this way I’ll finally learn your name,” he says mischievously.
I snort. “Good luck with that.”