1. The assassin's mark


    Date: 10/24/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: LibraryCat, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    He slid off the back of his horse and landed in the dirt. His cloak swirled around his boots. From her vantage point she could not see his face. But she understood from the way he moved and the controlled power with which he guided his horse that he would be difficult to take down. She shrank deeper into the shadows to observe him. He was tall. Taller than Bryn, who came out of the stable to take the big horse in for the night. He also didn't like to speak with people much, either. He handed Bryn the coins owed and turned away, despite Bryn's attempts at conversation. She watched him walk into the inn and once he was inside, she began to prepare for the attack she was to give him. He sat at his own table, surveying his surroundings with the cool determination of a lion that knows when to attack. He did not like this inn, but he had been riding all day and Kingsley needed a rest. Perhaps it was fortunate he chose this inn, however. He had not been with female company for several weeks, and he could now see an attractive maid serving drinks to some filthy men in the other corner. She was young, with a smile that she flashed all too regularly to just be an innocent maid. No doubt she would do. He continued with his dinner, keeping an eye on that one maid. When he realized he was watching only her, he sat up and pushed his drink away. Surely she was not the only maid in this whole place. No, a young woman with flaxen hair to her waist came out of a side door, carrying a tray. Not ...
    only was she taller, she had much wider curves, and she smiled that slow suggestive smile that drew men in. But it was still the small woman with her dark hair in a plait that caught his attention. When she walked by him on her way to another table, he found himself admiring the body he knew he would find beneath her garments. He could tell she would be slim. But would she be strong beneath her womanly softness? Would she react to him or would she lie still? He found himself heating even as he watched her. He had to have her, even if it was only once. Even if the price was very high. He knew that she would give him intense pleasure. She was beginning to panic. Under her blouse, a bead of sweat was rolling down her spine. He had noticed her and had been watching her all night. He hadn't taken an interest in the blonde woman, as she had hoped he would, but instead seemed interested in her. Damn, it was all going wrong. He knew. He must have known. Had someone warned him? She could see him stand at his table and turn to look around. She knew he was looking for her. She ducked into the storage room on the pretense of filling the ale pitcher again. He saw a flash of skirts and knew she had gone into the back room. He strode from his table. He so relished a chase like this. He paid for his room and went into the storage room. He pocketed his key and stopped to listen. She was around the other side of the kegs. He slipped around them and found her with her forehead pressed into her ...
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