His Secret Assassin

Chapter 7: Matias

Soft footsteps sounded down the hall, but I ignored them. I'd hoped she was going to stay in her room the rest of the night, but it seemed like that was a hope in vain. I breathed slow and deep to gain some kind of clarity, trying to get the memory of her pale, soft curves flashing me out of my mind. I felt bad for scaring her in the shower, but if I was being honest with myself that remorse was slowly being buried by the image of full breasts topped with hard pink nipples.

"Matias?" Her soft voice and a few knocks on my door sounded in my room.

I held back a sigh of resignation as I got up to answer the door, and nearly swallowed my tongue when I got a good look at her. Only years of practice at hiding my true self kept my jaw from falling to the floor while my eyes raked over her.

The shorts and tank top of Cami's that I'd left for her sure as hell did not look like that on my sister. Her legs were completely bare, the curves of her hips plainly visible and I was sure that if she turned I'd be able to easily get a peek of her ass cheeks. The shirt hugged her figure tight, leaving nothing, including the peaks of her tits, to the imagination. She looked good enough to eat, and I bet she tasted twice as sweet as she looked.

Thank god I'd put on pajama pants tonight, because I was getting harder by the millisecond just looking at her. Not that the pants were doing much to obsure my reaction, but it was better than the briefs I usually wore. I swallowed hard and forced myself to meet her big eyes. I could've sworn I saw a twinkle of triumph lighting them for a moment but must have imagined it.

"What do you need, angelita?" The nickname popped out of me unbidden. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on it, just like the first time I'd used it.

"I was just wondering if I could get a glass of water."

"Of course. Help yourself to anything you want or need in this house." You won't be able to find anything I don't want you seeing anyway, I added to myself. I had a secret room in the basement that was only accessible by a secret code and a drop of my blood. Biometric technology was a marvelous thing.

"Oh. Thanks," she said, sounding slightly unsure. I watched her wringing her hands for a second before giving in.

"Alright, come on. I'll help you out." I brushed past her, taking a deep breath and relishing just how damn good she smelled. I was doing my best to fight my attraction to her, but I was afraid that she would be the one thing to break my usually iron-clad self control.

I could hear her following me down the stairs and into the kitchen as I walked over to my cabinets to grab her a glass. I turned and held it out to her, watching as she came closer to take it from me. Our fingers brushed, and sparks bit at my skin at the touch.

"Water's in the fridge," I bit out in a gruff voice.

She nodded, turning from me to fill her glass. I bit back a groan as my suspicions were confirmed- I could indeed see her ass nearly falling out of the shorts. She opened the fridge door and reached up to grab the pitcher, my mouth going dry as her shirt lifted even more to bare the skin of her back. Her body stretched out before me, and all I could think about was pressing against her to feel it.

She shut the door, and the noise brought me back to the present. She stared at me over the edge of the cup as she drank, and I stared right back. Not for the first time I wondered to myself what the fuck I was doing, taking her with me and bringing her here. I knew which head I'd been thinking with, but it didn't explain this feeling I had that not only would I never let her go, but that I'd kill anyone that tried to take her from me. It was irrational goddammit, but I wasn't going to worry about it right now.