Assassin's Last Billionaire

My senses

-River-

The sound of my name shattered something inside me. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My pulse thudded so hard I felt it in my teeth. He was beautiful—wild. Completely undone. And he was thinking of me. Saying my name like I belonged in his mouth, like I was already under his skin, already in his sheets.

My chest tightened. My thighs clenched. I swallowed hard and turned fast. I walked away without looking back. My face was blank. It had to be. But inside? Inside, I was burning. He didn’t see me. But I saw everything. I am one step ahead of my mission of using him as a bate, I should be probably celebrating. But somehow, I couldn’t unsee it. Unsee him.

My steps were fast, in the underground garage like I'm being chased. Like the image of Lucian, bare, moaning, saying my name was clawing its way up my spine. I yanked the car door open, threw myself into the driver’s seat, and slammed it shut behind me.

Then I exhaled. It wasn’t steady. It wasn’t calm. It was a gasp, like I’d been drowning in his voice, his body, the thick, humid heat of that moment. I should be happy because he is exactly on the track I want. But my hands were shaking. I gripped the steering wheel, closed my eyes, and tried to force it out of my head. Lucian Vale… touching himself… saying my name like a curse.

My body betrayed me. My own f*****g body. My skin felt flushed, thighs tight, breath shallow. I could still hear it, his groan. That raw, possessive sound when he said “Danny.” And it's not even my name. I let my head fall back against the seat and bit my bottom lip. My hand slid down my stomach, slow, reluctant, trembling.

I popped the button on my jeans with one flick. My fingers dipped just beneath the waistband, pressing against the ache that had bloomed between my legs since the second I saw him. My traitorous p***y is getting wet with just his image playing in my mind.

I breathed out, sharp and shaky. Eyes fluttered shut. I touched it more inside where the pain is coming.

But then— No. I yanked my hand out like it burned. “No,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “You don’t get to have me like that.” Not even in my thoughts. Not like that. Not when I have a mission. A reason. A past to burn. I fastened my jeans with numb fingers, my wet fingers. I shoved the key into the ignition, and peeled out of the parking garage like I could outrun the heat crawling through my bloodstream.

By the time I got home, I was cold again. Cold and angry. At myself. At him, angry and happy because Now I will use his c**k to get into Thornevale’s secrets and dark deeds.

Danny-

He was late. I checked my clipboard again. Not because I needed to. Just to keep my hands busy. I’d already recalculated his macros, adjusted hydration levels, and reviewed his injury history. Twice. I was ready. Or so I thought.

Because when the door finally opened he walked in shirtless. Completely shirtless. Not towel-around-the-neck, post-training shirtless. No. This was intentional. After what I watched yesterday, I knew what he was trying to do. His skin was damp, like he’d just rinsed off. Hair pushed back, wild and wet. Why is he making my cunt wet? He looked like the sin I’d refused myself last night.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said casually, voice rough like sleep and s*x. “Didn’t feel like getting dressed.” My throat tightened. He stopped in front of me. Close. Too close. The heat radiating off his skin was a test. I didn’t flinch. “Sit,” I said calmly. Or tried to. My voice sounded like smoke. Lucian tilted his head. “You always this cold in the morning, Danny?” I blinked once. “I’m being a professional.”

He sat, but not before his eyes flicked to my hands. They were trembling. I cursed myself. He saw it. That slight, involuntary twitch. His smirk deepened like he’d found a crack in my armor. “What’s on the menu today?” he asked, pretending to be bored. You. The word nearly escaped my mouth. Instead, I forced composure. Forced air into my lungs.

“Anti-inflammatory greens. Bone broth. Electrolytes. And no caffeine today,” I said sharply. “You’ve been dehydrated.” He leaned back, muscles stretching, deliberately flexing. “Thanks, Doc. Always watching out for me, huh?”

Goddamn it. He’s playing. He knows something. Or he suspects. But I can't break. Not yet. I handed him the supplement tray. “Take it.” His fingers brushed mine. Another test. I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. But I felt it again, the heat. Low. Dangerous. Spreading like poison in honey.

-Lucian-

I hadn’t slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Naked. In a way that left me undone. And she said my name like she’d bled for it. She moaned, whispered, growled my name like she belongs to me.

And the worst part? I meant it. I wasn’t thinking of some faceless woman. I was thinking of Danny. The quiet one with storm eyes and razor-wire grace.

I’d said her name when I came, like she was already inside me, already under my skin.

I saw her reading the documents she carries around. Always ignoring me behind that s**t. I went shirtless infront of her to see if she lingers with it. But… She didn’t react. Not really. But her hands? They gave her away. Just for a second. It was all I needed. She’s hiding something. And now, I’m going to find out what.

“There’s a team dinner tonight,” I said, voice low. Rougher than I meant it to be. “Private.” She blinked. Cool. Detached. I wanted to wreck that detachment. She shifted her weight. “Did you want me to coordinate the dietary schedule?” “No,” I said. “I want you at the dinner.” She didn’t speak right away. I watched the slight flare of her nostrils. The way her fingers twitched over the folder she held like a shield.

“I don’t usually—” “Danny,” I said, cutting her off. “This isn’t a suggestion.” I watched her throat work through a swallow. My eyes dropped to her lips. Pink. Soft. Slightly parted. “You’re always so careful,” I murmured. “Always so... contained.” Her brows drew together, just slightly. I leaned in.

“You ever get tired of pretending you’re not the most magnetic thing in the f*****g room?” That cracked something. A flicker in her eyes. Not surprise. Not fear. Just heat. Buried, controlled but it was there. And I f*****g felt it. “I want you there,” I said, voice low, intense. “Not as staff. Not for nutrition charts or protein analysis or whatever the hell you bury yourself in.”

Silence stretched between us, taut like a drawn bow. Still, she didn’t back down. God, I wanted her for that alone. She exhaled slowly, lips twitching like she might smile or like she might say something dangerous. But she didn’t. She just nodded once.

“I’ll come,” she said. And something sharp, dark, and satisfied twisted in my gut. My stare didn’t waver as she turned to go. And she didn’t look back. Not until the door clicked shut behind her, sealing us apart. And God… I love this about her. See you tonight… Danny!