I'm yours -Rafaello Barroti

A/N: NSFW, anyway, It had been ages since I could write some slight NSFW...I have another one in mind :3 so who knows? Rafaello Barroti is the only man (one of her targets) after her "dead ex Phaser", who actually made her lose control of the situation and herself.Her mission didn't include his death but she had to kill him in order to regain some self-control. I'm not depicting a killing scene here huhuhu :p

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"You are mine!" -He whispered in her ear as he was bucking his hips hard against her plump black ass-

/He/ drove her crazy. She never willingly tried to get the attention of her targets and never felt any kind of sexual attraction towards them. She only felt it once and it was with another assassin who worked for the Shadow League like her. but /he/ was different.  That man was able to see through the smoke she blew around her, like a shelter. He accidentally observed her when she was putting her special lenses on and later confronted her about it. /He/ forced her to remove the lenses whenever they were alone so he would talk to her real self. How vulnerable she felt since then. Only those who were about to die saw her bee-like gaze for they were scary. They were cold and odd. golden irises on black eye sockets. A combo you usually never see. It was the signature of the assassin she was, of Goliath but /He/ didn't know about her. He wasn't supposed to know about her.

Rafaello Barroti was his name. She needed to seduce him in order to find her real target's location. The target was the son of an Italian mafia Lord who hired Goliath to find his little boy alive and bring him back. He suspected Barroti (who was a mafia lord too) to have kidnapped his son and sent Goliath to him. She pretended to be an escort and managed to be sent to Barroti someday he visited a palace in Vegas. At that time, she was wearing special lenses and had dyed her hair black. Little did she know that she could fall for a man like him. Never would she thought he would know how to handle her and make her lose control.

"Ahh... ahh... I'm yours...I'm yours..." -She moaned, holding the bed sheets with her hands and almost tearing them apart-

"Say it louder! say it properly!" -He groaned, this time bucking harder against her and pushing his whole length inside of her moist and warm folds. It made her scream but he simply smirked. The hands that were put on her waist were now stroking her back and sides slowly, almost lovingly.-

Rafaello was handsome, almost unearthly. He had beautiful grey eyes, a slightly olive skin, and gorgeous shiny black hair.  He was Italian, just like Don Carruci who hired Asma but from a different place, probably South of Italia. His voice was deep and suave and although he spoke as little as possible, it was enough to send shivers down her spine. It hadn't been like this at the beginning though. She resisted for quite a while until she finally gave into him. In spite of being a criminal, he had strong morals and although she didn't know yet where the little boy was, she knew he was taken care of really well. He was a formidable marksman too and a clever one. That was different from the usual boring people she had to seduce. Besides he was always on guard, always suspicious even with her which made it more interesting for both of them.  she was lying to him though, making it impossible for the mafia Lord to know that she was an assassin. She made sure to look and appear vulnerable enough to have him take care of her. Yet, she made it clear that was more than just a "bimbo", more than just an "exotic fruit" or a "trophy". She made him realize that she was very smart and a couple of bits of advice mind-absently given to him after their love-making sessions, kind of impressed the man.

"You still haven't said the words.." -He said with a slight smirk on his lips, his right hand went further up, reaching the back of her neck and allowing him to grab a fist of black hair and to yank her head back. A grunt escaped from her lips and he grabbed her throat with his other hand. Quite brutally, he pulled her back, onto his large slightly hairy chest and whispered in her ear. "I'm still buried deep inside of you, knowing you are near your release and I can leave. I have enough sluts to fuck if I snap my fingers."

"N...No!..D...Don't do this!" -Her voice was interspersed with her heavy breath. Her skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, her dyed hair was stuck to her back and face and chest. He had been bitten by her, his shoulder was still red and her teeth marks were still easy to spot on. He'd been scratched too. She had been spanked hard, and although her black skin was quite dark, the red marks of his large palms were still visible on it. her waist was bruised for he held it really hard while he was "mounting" her and her makeup was ruined, because of the sweat and the feverish kisses they shared.-


"Say them, Eli." -That stood for Elisabeth. It was the alias she gave him when they met, Elisabeth Dickens. He questioned her because of her strong African accent and she casually answered that she had been adopted by Americans. He did some researches about her and since she was clever and made up a new identity, she made sure to create a fake on the internet, fake files about everything.- "Say them or I leave!." -He threatened as he started to remove himself from her. panicked, she shook her head.-

"Ahh... Ahh. Wait! wait! I will say them...but.. but stay." -She was sincere. It surprised her. It made him smirk smugly-

"I'm waiting." -And she released her hair and throat, only to make sure he held all of it in his fist for the upcoming ravaging he planned for her. It gave her the time to think a bit and take her breath back.-

"I'm..I'm yours... I'm yours, Maestro."

Maestro. master..It was all the same. She wasn't really meaning these words but accepted to utter them to this man, and this man only. He was driving her crazy, ever since he walked into a room she was in. Because of Rafaello, she was wearing some very feminine makeup and was always wearing gorgeous dresses, expensive high heels shoes and his favorite perfume. Because of him, they were playing a weird game where she was losing more and more control to him. A game she usually would never play. Nobody could control her or make her beg, or make her want and desire. He was clever. The words were just a code, a code for him to know she gave into him and trusted him. He didn't care about being a master but he needed her to cut loose so she could experience a new level of pleasure.


"Si... Si Eli. You see, it wasn't that difficult." -He groaned, gently stroking her cheek with his large hand. She tilted her head so she could catch his fingers with her plump lips. Pulling some of his digits into her warm mouth, she started to suckle on them while he resume bucking his hips against her rear. The digits muffled her moans while his other hand was still holding her neck.-

It didn't take long before she actually reached her climax quickly followed with his. As he spent himself in a low growl, Rafaello bent forward, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed his ebony goddess cheek. They couldn't speak, not when she was still riding the aftermath of an orgasm he offered her, not when she actually needed action more than words. The assassin couldn't listen to anything, her mind was blank, completely white from the mind-blowing experience he let her feel but her body was oversensitive. He disengaged himself from her, but planted several kisses down her neck, while his hands were petting her hair. Rafaello was always soft after. He mastered the aftercare with perfection, providing the young woman a sensation of security and well being. As she was almost coming back to her senses, he pulled her with him as he laid on his back and on the bed. Her eyes were wide open, her breathing was still harsh and she was staring at him with an intense gloomy gaze. He smiled and kissed the top of her head while his powerful arms were wrapped around her body, possessively....

Indeed, he drove her crazy....

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.