#jasimir

The costume was positively skimpy, practically nonfunctional, a tiny little silky black dress topped off with an equally tiny white apron, all of it trimmed in fluttering lace. Some sheer dark stockings climbed up those gorgeous legs of hers, like shadows were painting them. Those long and lean limbs were even longer and leaner in some achingly sexy black heels, and her hair was twisted up in a way that begged to be pulled loose, a tiny white cap completing the picture. Her waist was cinched within an inch of its life, and the curves of her body hit his cock and balls like a bolt of lightning. 

Casimir’s growl was thunderous as he rose from the chair, his cock already hardening, his wings flaring out. “Fleur—”

She held up a hand, smirking at him, fuck, blood was rushing to her cheeks yet she was completely in control. “Espera, Señor Nightshade. I’m not going to let you rip this up before I get to use it properly.” 

Only his Jess would ever hear how pathetically he could whine, and damn but the one he gave now was bad. “Bébé—”

She pointed to the chair, her amber eyes glowing with desire, her whole air confident. “Sit.” 

Reluctantly he sat, his whole body thrumming with the electrical charge that wasn’t from those fucking wires but from her, his Jesenia, her spark heating his blood, sending his heart racing, his head not aching but hyper focused on every inch of her. Jess’s smirk deepened as he settled back into the chair, and when Casimir looked down he couldn’t help but smirk as well seeing how massively erect he was. “See what you do to me, ma fleur?” 

“The body reacts the way it wants,” Jess replied, slowly strutting to him in a way that had Casimir viciously growling, lust hot in his throat. “But you will obey me, Señor Nightshade. Especially what with you learning about my true identity…”

FUCK. God, their games made him so hot, randy and ready to jump her tight, trim body, devour that sweet mouth, tongue her perfect hole. Casimir grinned hungrily. “No mere maid are you, ma fleur…that’s why I hired you. I could see a fire underneath that polite professional look. I wanted to tear that dress off of you from the start, see your true self—”

“And if you had, chico travieso, I would have given myself away by putting my blade in your neck,” Jess murmured, her eyes molten as she stopped before him, her legs in those naughty stockings just barely brushing his knees. Casimir struck like a snake, snapping out a hand to stroke them but Jess was quick too, slapping it away. “No. Keep your hands where I can see them. You touch me when I tell you to.” 

“It better be soon,” Casimir growled, very serious. True control was a new thing for him, one that Jess had helped him learn and master with their tasty games, but it was still a fucking trial when she looked so delicious.

And then the little tease straddled him—

Casimir writhed under her tight little ass, her strong slim body, and Jess’s smile was intoxicating as it was smug. “When the head of my agency told me to take you out, eliminate you with my skill set, I was looking forward to it,” she murmured heatedly. “It’s not often when a lady assassin is given an assignment like you. Dangerous, dreaded, wild and unpredictable…”

Casimir bucked up, his rough, rapturous groan joined by Jess’s swooning gasp as their cocks brushed, both of them so hot and hard. “They knew you were the only one as dangerous as me, mechante fille.” 

“Es la verdad,” Jess moaned, grinding in earnest. “But then I saw you, and—Dios—they hadn’t told me you were so bloody handsome—”

“Ton cul parfait, continue ma belle fleur—” Casimir panted, rocking up into her heat, his hips hungry and hard. “And my butler hadn’t told me the new maid would make me hard as a rock with one look, baise-moi—”

“So now I have to kill you,” Jess panted, tearing at the buttons on his shirt as Casimir gripped her slender hips to hump against her. “No one can ever know I was so unprofessional to fall in love with my mark—”