Series: Hitman #1
Published by Self-Published on November 30, 2013
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I have been a contract killer since I was a boy. For years I savored the fear caused by my name, the trembling at the sight of my tattoos. The stars on my knees, the marks on my fingers, the dagger in my neck, all bespoke of danger. If you saw my eyes, it was the last vision you’d have. I have ever been the hunter, never the prey. With her, I am the mark and I am ready to lie down and let her capture me. Opening my small scarred heart to her brings out my enemies. I will carry out one last hit, but if they hurt her, I will bring the world down around their ears.
I’ve been sheltered from the outside world all my life. Homeschooled and farm-raised, I’m so naive that my best friend calls me Pollyanna. I like to believe the best in people. Nikolai is part of this new life, and he’s terrifying to me. Not because his eyes are cold or my friend warns me away from him, but because he’s the only man that has ever seen the real me beneath the awkwardness. With him, my heart is at risk..and also, my life.
Who would have thought that assassins needed love too? Our hero Nikolai knew that because of his past he was undeserving of such an emotion but he was couldn’t help being instantly fascinated to the pure and naïveté Daisy. He accepted the fact that he would never be able to keep her but that did not stop him from pursuing her.
“I see treasure beyond value. I see beauty without compare. I see you every gesture exudes pleasure and joy in even smallest things. I see delight in simply existing. I see you…”
You see, Nick is this well-travelled, renowned hitman, raised and trained by the Russian mafia. He and Daisy could never have been any more different . She lived her twenty-one years secluded and sheltered by her agoraphobic father. Given their out of this world contrasting upbringings you would never think that these two would match right?
“Nick is who he is because he was raised that way. He was created by his family of killers to be one, just like them. He didn’t ask to become who he was. He has survived the only way be knows how.”
I have to admit that this was the major reasons why I was drawn to this story. I wanted to see how our authors this pairing would develop. And I would have to say that I was totally blown away by their cleverness. No matter how different they were, they were exactly alike. That does not make any sense right? It’s so crazy hard to explain yet they portrayed it so splendidly.
“I understand this.I am a creature of my upbringing as well…”
I enjoyed the character building in this story. Hell yeah, Nikolai is one scary mofo but when you think about it he did his research and made sure that all of his targets were just as he thought – corrupt, sick and depraved. I loved how he used his skills to protect Daisy. Given the stressful situations she was put in he ALWAYS gave her a choice in all matters. From the very start he gave her everything that she needed and then some.
” You should shoot me when I stop trying. No effort is too much for you. Pleasing you is the greatest privilege that exists.”
I thought Daisy was great as well. For someone so sheltered she was insightful and tenacious. From early on, she dealt with some difficult situations and was given some life-changing decisions and she never faltered. She struggled with some of those decision but knew what was what at risk and what she had to sacrifice to move on in life. I thought that the love, acceptance and care she showed towards Nick was amazing. She was exactly what our tortured hero needed to heal.
“You are my Nikolai…and what you do doesn’t define who you are. We are both rising from our past.”
I loved the suspense and pacing and also the character building in this story. There were some minor inconsistencies but despite that I thoroughly enjoyed this unique, and thrilling romance and I can not wait to read Daniel and Regan’s story next.
I feel restless and think perhaps I should review the information I have compiled for the mark or perhaps look at the routing pattern left by the caller from Neuchâtel. I do neither because as I begin to draw back from the scope her motions arrest me. Her small hand with the pink tipped nails are moving over her belly. One finger traces the tiny lace adorning the top band of her panties. My breath is suspended. Time is suspended.
I have never seen this before. She has never touched herself. Never brought a man home with her. I’d have shot him, maybe. No, I would’ve caused some disturbance. Something. I thought her maybe an innocent and fantasized about awakening her. But now her small fingers are delving beneath the cotton. I can see the bumps of her knuckles as the press against the pale pink fabric. She is moving her fingers in circles.
I imagine my own fingers, much larger, darker and more rough, pressing down upon hers. My fingers flex involuntarily at the thought of her pussy beneath my touch. I’d stroke her lightly and in circles as that is what she appears to like. I’d move my fingers lower, beyond her clit to her hot cunt. It would be wet, dripping wet. My fingers would be soaked and I would pause so that I could lick her sweet honey off each digit.
My cock is so hard I fear that it will break against the denim of my jeans. I draw a hand over my chest and pinch my own nipple hard imagining it is her tiny white teeth tugging on it. I’ve broken out in a light sweat.
Her legs tense and her hand motions become more frantic. I can see her chest rise and fall rapidly and her whole body is strained but when her release comes it is truncated. The look on her face is of frustration rather than satisfaction. She wets her plump lips and closes her eyes. She begins again but again she is unfulfilled.
My emotions war against each other. Unhappiness that she cannot find her own fulfillment but fierce possessiveness arising out of an idea I’ve tried to suppress. In my mind, only I can bring her to orgasm and release. I
can teach her to touch herself in a way that will be pleasurable and satisfying. I would not start with her pussy. No, the skin is the largest sex organ. I would stroke my hands over every inch, starting from her forehead. My lips and fingers would smooth away any furrows. My hands would encircle her neck and sweep down over her shoulders to her fine wrists.
I’d rub my body over hers so that she smelled of me. When she walked on campus, other men would stay away recognizing she was marked as my own. Belonging to Nikolai. Maybe I would tattoo it around her neck like a collar.
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