Petite mort.

It was time for him to die. Asma eavesdropped the information she was looking for. Rafaello was hiding the kid in a villa that was located 5 km south of his principal residence. She knew the kid he kidnapped was treated well and had not been abused and she could have just been gone since her contract didn't include the death of the mafia Lord. Yet she would kill him. She had been thinking of it for quite a while now. They'd just spent 5 months together but he was the first one -after Phaser- to have gone past her defenses and broke them one by one. She was falling in love with him and it was something she couldn't allow herself to do. Falling in love wasn't on the menu, she couldn't lose herself because when she did people died and Asma didn't want the same thing to happen again. Besides.. It was dangerous for an assassin to have relatives and even worse to be in love with someone. She had to eliminate the problem...and ASAP.

He took her to his private beach, for their last vacation at the sea. It was the eve of their leaving and as usual, they swam in the sea, drank cocktails, laughed and kissed...He had bodyguards everywhere, especially behind the door of their room so she had to be efficient. She thought of the best way to bid him farewell. A way that would be the less painful for him. -how sweet that was.- usually, she would have done otherwise, looked for the most painful way to kill her victim but Rafaello was an exception and needed to be treated with a lot of care. She hid a dagger below the mattress of their bed and decided to slice his throat. He was physically stronger than her and if she tried to kill him otherwise he could make some noise, get his bodyguards come to his room and it would be complicated for her to escape alive since she had no weapons on her. As usual, the tall Italian called for her. He was sitting on the bed and patted the mattress. As usual, she would come to him, sit on his lap and kiss him. Tongues would meet in a passionate dance, licking and tasting the delicious warmth of their mouths as his hands would rip her bathing suit off of her body, sink his fingers into her plump cocoa flesh and make her sit on his aching bulge. As usual, she would moan, truly enjoying the contact of his warm and salty skin against her, she would be smitten under his touch, almost give into him but..but...it had to be different. While they were bruising each other's lips with searing kisses, she pushed him onto the bed, their faces close to the head of the mattress (and the dagger) and she whispered to him.

"I would like to ride you....For a change." -He smirked at her and smacked the soft flesh of her large rear. She nipped at her bottom lip and hissed slightly" Come on..We never do it and I feel like a lioness. I really can eat you up." -She said, rubbing her nose against his and hiding her face at the crook of his neck. It naturally came to her... how come?..-

"Mmmhhhh.. Ride me? I thought it was about you losing control." -He said, kissing the top of her head while his hands ran from her ass to her back. He was gently stroking her soft and warm skin and she shivered in delight.

"Nah...we need to change. I'll handcuff you too, to spice things up. I promise you won't regret it. " -She smiled at him and kissed his lips again while her hands were lost into his thick, black curly hair. Her breathing was harder than usual because the rest of her plan depended on his answer. He had to be handcuffed. It would be easier if he didn't resist. much.. He purred in her ear and moved his waist, slightly bucking them upwards so she could grind against his thick bulge.

"Ah... I guess I can allow you to handcuff me then. But it's the first and last time you do such a thing and you better blow my mind, honey." -He told her with a wide grin.-

"Actually I have bought police cuffs...and I have the key don't worry. I just thought it would be a bit kinky." -She said as she stood up and grabbed her bag. Once she found the cuffs, she handcuffed him to the bed and jumped on him again. He chuckled, completely unaware of what was going to happen.

"Ahaha.. Elisabeth. What's wrong? why are you looking at me like that?" -She didn't realize that he noticed how sad she was. It worried him and snapped her out o her reverie.-

"I'm...I'm fine. I'm sorry, I was just thinking about the holidays we had. It was the best thing that happened to me. Best thing ever. But my agency wants me back and I..I need to work for another client, resume my life as an escort." -He furrowed his brows and shook his head.-

"Nah. When we're back, you stay with me. I'm going to pay your boss so he ends up your contract with him. I want you near me, Eli. I want you with me because you make me happy. Life is really fucking surprising, but I think I'm kind of hooked up with you." -She was left speechless for a while but finally found the strength to complete her task.-

"Don't be silly and it's not the right moment for this. Let me make love to you." -She said, sliding both hands on his side and taking his bathing shorts with her fingers. She pulled them down, freeing his aching cock -how could he be so hard after having almost said he was in love with her?- from the fabric, it was trapped into. "I prefer this.."

The African Assassin said with a fake smile on her lips. Her body was trembling and her mind was screaming. She could not do this, she could not kill him because he was the very first who genuinely loved her. (well, a fake, an alias but still her) and she could give him a chance....if only. If only she wasn't Goliath.  Goliath nipped at her bottom lip as she decided to join their bodies together. She rubbed the tip of his length against her slick folds to moisten it and after a while slid inside of her. He growled and jerked his hips upwards her, filling her up straight away but she pushed his chest down, pinning him hard against the mattress to let him know she was in control. Her hips started to move, up and down, picking up a nice pace not too fast, not too hard for a starter.  She kept her eyes wide open, to watch as her lover was enjoying each of her moves.

"F..Fuck! Eli!!!!" -Was all he could growl to her. Asma was too focused to actually fully enjoy what was happening between them. She had put back onto her face the cold mask of Goliath and was waiting for the right moment to kill him. Her hips were bucking hard against his waist, almost bruising him and he couldn't help but groan his pleasure out loud.- "Fuck Eli! Do it! DO IT!"

She did moan, how could she not? He was hitting the right spots, rubbing against her tight core and stretching her so much that she couldn't hold her cries back. It felt tremendously good and finally, she was taking back the control. She then covered his mouth with her warm palm as her moves were now slower but hard and with a little help of her neither muscles, she knew he was close. Close to his release.  He had no clue about what was coming next, he didn't even see her grab the knife from under the mattress and didn't see the face she made. Her head was laid at the crook of his neck, eyes were filled with unshed tears and she tried to give herself some motivation. Come on, DO IT! Kill him!!

There was no time to be sorry nor to think some more. He was a threat, a danger to her and she needed to get rid of him. Straightening her upper body, She completely sat on his lap, making sure he was buried deep inside of her and rocked her hips in an 8 pattern. His breathing was hard, his heart was pounding so fast against his ribcage. She would see veins jutting out on his arms, neck, chest, and hands, especially the chin strap and knew he would soon release himself. Just a little bit more, hang in there, it would soon....

"Eliii" -She muffled his moans with her hand and sliced his throat in one swift motion. Blood splattered on her face and chest and her fake hazel eyes were staring at his dying grey ones. He was dying, just like that, just while he was hitting the best orgasm he ever had. He gave her a questioning look, being overwhelmed with so much pleasure that he couldn't feel pain, he didn't really feel pain, just a stingy feeling maybe. Who was she to know what he was feeling? All she knew was that it would be really less intense if he died while having sex. He struggled though, tried to free his arms and choke the traitor to death but he couldn't, she used cops cuffs after all. Swallowing hard, Goliath stabbed him again in the throat, killing him for good since he stopped moving and quickly stood up. His body was still warm but she was back to her old self.. almost. Blood-soaked hands ran into her dyed black hair and she knelt on the floor. Asma wanted to scream but couldn't, she wanted to cry but couldn't..so instead, she scratched her arms until she bled, making her skin remember how bad she felt now that she'd killed a man who could have been the love of her life...who could have given her a fresh start.. who could have understood?  She scratched and injured herself until she was ready to resume her mission. The second part of it was to find the kid and bring him back to his father. A quick shower after, her assassin's costume on and Goliath was back in the game.