My Masked Assassin

Chapter Eighteen: Deadly Arousal

I don't even turn to look but make to run away, but I'm grabbed and forcefully pulled back.

I am flung around and slammed hard against the curtains, they part a bit and a tiny sliver of light reflects against the glass of a motorcycle helmet.

Dammit!

Its him!

I grit my teeth and tried to remain clam. How did this bastard get in!?

I calculated a multitude of ways to escape. Do I bite his hand?

No, he was clad in leather, he wouldn't feel a thing.

Smash my head against his helmet?

Seriously bad idea. I'd break my head before I broke the glass.

So I result in the cheap move of trying to knee him in the crotch, he was two seconds faster than me. Bringing down his right hand to swiftly block my raised knee, with the palm of his glove soaking up the impact.

I take advantage of the momentary distraction and bring down my left hand to his throat. He brings up his elbow again with those lightning fast reflexes and deflects my blow.

With my knee now released I lift my knee up higher and kick him in the midriff, sending him back far away from me. I make to jump towards my kitchen section but he stealthily reaches behind him with his right hand.

I clear the windows and make it to the wall right before my kitchen divider when he throws something at me. The silver object was to fast and next thing I know is that I am pinned to the wall.

I looked in shock at what had so effortlessly stopped me in my tracks. It was a dagger that had been accurately thrown and had caught hold of my crop top.

I lift my right hand up to yank the blade that was subtly cutting into my right shoulder out, but something hits my wrist and my right hand is rendered immobile as well.

When did he have a Sai!!??

The Sai was embedded deep within my wall and missed impaling my hand completely by mere inches.

Without giving myself time to process everything I threw my waist out to try and pull against the objects that held me back, but-

VROUUMHH!

A blade was held tightly against my throat, but that wasn't what was alarming me so. Not the contact of the blade but the contact of his body pressed up so closely to mind.

My boobs where forced flat on his chest as his crotch was rubbing up against my torso.

Hmmm, he has an impressive girth...

No!!!

Focus Ember, fucking focus!

I could not for the life of me explain the tingle I felt in my pants for this scenario. Was I...was I getting turned on!??

I tried to wiggle and fight against more so my twisted thoughts then the actual restraints on me. But I am quickly reminded of the very sharp, very close, blade that dug into my jugular.

I stop all attempts to move and stare at the figure, waiting for him to talk, move or do anything I could take advantage of and free myself.

Then you'll put a bullet through his head...

The thought made me pause.

I didn't...I didn't want to kill him. But...why did I not want to?