Assassin Treasure (Assassins Book 4) (20 page)

Strangely her body strained toward something, something only he would be able to help her attain. He’d spent longer this night, their last night here, playing with her, this time more than ever before. Teasing, touching, building her to a point and then backing off until Candy felt she would scream.

“Dirk,” Candy whimpered when he removed his fingers to play with her nipples.

“I won’t hurt you,” Dirk soothed, capturing her breast. She shuddered when his mouth closed over her taut, hardened and aching nipple.

He won’t hurt me?

Candy gritted her teeth thinking he was killing her with sensations. Her body tingled with such deep desire, she felt she would lose her mind. She decided she’d had enough of his teasing. Reaching her hand downward, knowing he liked it before when she touched him, her fingers trailed along his thick length. Dirk groaned and Candy smiled.
Two can play at this game.

Her hand closed around his cock stroking up and down. She could feel his long length spring under her touch. Dirk was suckling at her with greater intensity. Again he moved to pump two fingers within her. This time the pace was faster. His thumb stroked harder over her nub and she wiggled beneath him, clutching him tighter. When his mouth released her breast Dirk moved lower. Candy wondered what he would do. Her lashes fluttered wildly when he settled between her legs.

“Oh no, you can’t mean to…” But he did, his tongue invaded her.

Candy moaned when his lips sucked at her, his teeth grazing gently. She began panting and struggled briefly. The act was far too intimate. He wrapped his powerful arms around her legs to hold her steady. She wanted to run, to scream…to plead with him to do more. She groaned when he released a leg and added his fingers to his play. It was too much and not enough, she wanted more.

“Dirk,” she begged, her word a squeak.

Dirk moved his way back up her trembling flesh while his fingers continued to tease her mercilessly. When his mouth clamped onto hers she blinked hard with the realization she could taste herself and the oil he used on his tongue. She never in her life imagined the sensation would be so erotic, and such a naughty delight. She quivered when he moved over her and rubbed his cock between her legs against and over her thighs. It gave her the effect of a sensual, sexual act with a gentle flowing motion. His fingers, three now, slid within her and retreated until she felt the building of emotion and intensity. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her legs lifted to wrap around him of their own accord and her body rose and fell with the increasing thrusts of his fingers. A tidal wave of emotion washed over her and she screamed, throwing her head back.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her breath ragged.

When she looked up into Dirk’s expression his eyes blazed with heat. Again his mouth captured hers in a wild dance. His thumb played gently with her nub and he began his plunder once more. She squirmed beneath him; the feeling was building already again within her. She lowered her hand and attempted to guide him inside her.

“Do you want me, Candy?” Dirk asked throatily.

Candy pulled at him, shifting beneath him, trying to encourage him to enter her, but Dirk hesitated. He was staring down into her face. She knew she was ready for him this time. There was no fear of him this night.

“Dirk, please,” she gasped.

“Do you want me?” Dirk asked again.

Candy realized he would stop if she said no, if she mentioned a baby. Startled, she realized she did want him. He had been kind and gentle with her all week, the way she felt a real husband should be. She knew she still feared him, his profession, his anger, but not at this very moment. At this moment she wanted him, the thought astounded her.

“Yes,” she barely whispered and knew her earnestness filled her eyes.

It was enough for Dirk. He kissed her forehead when she trembled beneath him and uttered encouraging words. She was thinking of the pain his first penetration had caused and yet she was so filled with desire she didn’t care. Very carefully and with a great deal of compassion and tenderness, Dirk entered her. Candy moaned as more of him filled her ever so slowly. He rocked against her, teasing her opening. The sensation was different than his fingers and much more pleasant than the first time. There was some discomfort, but it evaporated as inch by slow inch he entered her.

“Dirk,” she whimpered, shuddering.

“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?” Dirk asked. She heard his concern. He ceased his movement.

“No, not hurting. I feel so strange inside, not just there, but everywhere. What are you doing to me that I can’t even think straight?”

“You’re mine, I want you to feel all of me,” Dirk declared, his voice gruff. He pulled her tighter, claiming her as his own.

“I want all of you,” she sobbed, willing him to move faster, crying out, writhing beneath him. He ground himself against her, his one hand clasped tightly to her behind pushing deeper. She wrapped her legs high around his waist.

“Say it. Say you’re mine,” Dirk demanded.

The intense look in his eyes made her breath catch. This powerful man was her husband and he wouldn’t be denied, nor did she want to deny him.

“I’m yours, Dirk. Please, I’m yours,” she cried as sensations crashed within her.

She clawed at his back, pulling him closer until he gripped her wrists, holding them high over her head. She had been terrified the last time he’d done that, the last time he imprisoned her and hurt her. This time the feeling was much different. He wasn’t hurting her, his grip was firm but gentle. She closed her eyes and just felt.

His movement went on and on until sweat dripped from their skin. Again and again, he lowered himself to taste her mouth. He whispered in her ear how beautiful she was, how lucky he was to have her. She was a treasure, his treasure. She smiled with the thought. She was an assassin’s treasure. Her climax built until she felt she would explode; she cried out to him needing a release. His thrusts became so hard she groaned as he collided against her, within her. Still she wanted more. She became motionless beneath him, unable to keep pace with him as he engulfed her. Once, twice, three more times he plunged and she closed around him. Her body shuddered; she was too exhausted to cry out her release. Dirk collapsed on top of her, pinning her beneath him, trapping her. His breath came raggedly.

“Candy?” Dirk asked. She could hear the seriousness in his voice.

“Yes.”

“I take care of what’s mine.
You—are—mine
.”

Candy trembled beneath him. She knew how possessive he was. Her fear lessened instead of intensifying. She knew how well his daughter was protected and how much she was loved. He protected his entire family because he loved them. Dirk would never love her, but she knew no one would dare harm her. Her husband would never allow it.

“I’m safe with you? Do you really promise?”

“I really truly promise. I won’t allow anyone to hurt you, ever...including me.”

Candy snuggled up beside him when he finally released her from his possessive grasp. She laid her head on his shoulder and played gently with the hair on his chest.

“Do we have to go back tomorrow?” she asked, feeling a sense of dread. His family and family situation always seemed so intense, always reminding her of dangers. She loved this new side of him and wanted to discover it further. Would he still act the same once home?

“Don’t worry. Things will be different now. You may stroll in the garden whenever you like, without a guard. Although, you still may not leave the grounds. That’s for your own safety. I don’t want Tyler’s family getting you. There are also others you need to be wary of,” Dirk said.

“What others?” Candy asked with confused concern. She thought only Tyler’s family posed a threat to her.

“I’m an assassin. There are those who aren’t too happy with me. They would try to destroy me through my loved ones.”

“But you don’t love me,” Candy reminded him sadly.

“Perhaps not, but I care for you; you’re my responsibility. As my wife, you’ll be in great danger outside the security of our home unless protected. Swear to me you’ll never leave the grounds without an escort, for any reason.” Dirk gripped her chin and forced her to look up at him. His eyes were stern, his voice commanding her absolute obedience.

“I swear, Dirk,” Candy replied solemnly. She realized for the first time that Dirk wasn’t the only other assassin out there. In her great fear of him, she never pondered for a moment she would need his protection from others like him...no not like him. Dirk swore he only ever killed the evil. That’s why he wouldn’t kill her and just dispose of her.

“When we get home, I’ll show you the safe rooms in the house. You’ll listen to my commands. If I order you to a room you’ll go without question, thought or hesitation, regardless if you sense or see danger. I’m familiar with my father’s associates; some aren’t always pleasant and can be really deranged and devious, others are just real nasty shits. You’re exceptionally beautiful; your innocence is a captivating magnet. Some of these associates may feel the need to have you after a glimpse. They won’t give a damn if you’re my wife and James’ daughter-in-law. After Carrie came, my father stopped allowing the visits of certain men when she was around. You’ll always be around, because my home is now your home. Some of these men are a necessary evil.”

Candy’s eyes widened at his words. Her gaze fled to his and seeing her mounting distress, Dirk kissed her. He ran a soft hand down her worried frown.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll know well in advance when these men will show. I’ll hide you and keep you safe from exposure. If possible, Damien or another will keep you company to ease your fears; all of my men are trustworthy. These other men, the contacts, have certain information my father needs, or else I’d cut them loose. Some are real creeps, others are hard asses. It’s the devious hard asses that are shits. I’d love to target a few and blow the bastards away.” Candy’s eyed widened, and she shuddered at his statement. He smiled and winked at her.

“Trust me like you did just now. I’ll protect you. I’m not afraid of anyone, Candy.”

Candy allowed him to settle her beneath him. She pulled him close wanting his powerful body, his warmth, his tenderness; he shared them all willingly. Dirk kissed and nibbled her lips. He entered her slowly, filling her. Candy gasped.

“I suppose I should mention I’m sometimes too eager and impatient,” Dirk said chuckling down at her wide-eyed expression. “I’ll admit I’ve always been a very virile man and having such a beautiful wife makes me feel so damned hot for you. I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you tonight. Damn, do you ever taste good.”

He moved as though savoring her, cuddling her close. Candy moaned and ran tentative hands down his back; she stopped short of caressing his behind.

“It’s all right,” Dirk encouraged. He moved her hand to continue her exploration. “Touch me. I want you to learn my body, I want you explore every inch. I’m yours, too, after all.”

Candy continued to trail her hands over him, feeling his powerful muscles bunch and relax with his movement. She yelped in surprise when he turned her and she found herself riding him. She sat still, straddling him. He was grinning up at her.

“God, you are so innocent,” he declared and chuckled.

She realized he was right, but it didn’t stop her from experimenting. She planted her hands firmly onto his chest and shifted higher, then lowered onto him. He groaned when she wiggled her backside into a more comfortable position. To his credit he let her set the pace this time. She marveled at how gentle he was being. His hands rose to fondle her breasts. Then to her surprise he clasped her hands and placed them over her breasts, his large hands held her in place not allowing her to remove them. Beneath his tightening fingers she felt herself squeezing and fondling herself. She could feel a blush creep up her face. Her hips thrust up then down, and just when she got used to the feel of her hands on her breasts he lowered one. With his hand still held over her own, she slid her hand over his erection as she rose. For a moment she wasn’t sure if it was she who pleasured her clit or him.

Dirk tugged on her, pulling her lower and soon the soft soothing caress of his voice whispered loving endearments into her ear as he moved within her. He released her hands and trailed one of his over and between her butt cheeks, she shuddered at how intimate it felt. She was fascinated with him, his eagerness to possess her entire being. His hand glided over her behind touching every inch of her. Very carefully, he turned her beneath him. He had allowed her some control for a few brief moments, but she knew he was a man who needed to take charge. Her fascination soared when she realized the thought didn’t frighten her. Dirk would protect her, take care of her and keep her safe. Perhaps some of his promises were based on truth. Maybe, she pondered hopefully, one day they would even grow to love each other...at least a little. With that thought in her mind, she gave herself to him.

James noticed the change in Candy immediately. She no longer cowered or cringed when Dirk reached for her hand or moved to pull her close. She smiled shyly up at his son with a look of fascination and even ventured her own innocent, tentative attempts at small intimacies. James looked at his son shrewdly. The pressure of being Iron Hand junior had left Dirk’s mind the minute he left the house. Affording the ability to focus on his fearful wife. James was surprised he hadn’t thought of the idea himself sooner. He knew his possessive, determined son, would somehow find a way to bring the woman around. Apparently he had.

“Candy, why don’t you get freshened up for dinner?” Dirk said.

She nodded up at him dutifully, obeying without hesitation out of reflex, but when she turned to leave, Dirk pulled her back into his embrace. He smiled down into her confused expression and holding her head within his palms, he claimed her mouth and kissed her soundly. Candy blushed at his pleased expression. Dirk smiled at her retreating back. His smug, commanding look didn’t go unnoticed by his father.