Valeriya matched him stroke for stroke. Danior got to his feet as quickly as possible and stepped out of his breeches. Indian sex But again, she did kill people before, and had accepted coin for it. He wanted to savor her. Then she turned her face to him and purred, “How’d you like to put it in my ass, Cincuman?”
Danior’s round eyes almost popped out of their sockets, so profound was his shock. The belle rolled the passed out Cincuman onto his back and pulled down his breeches. The Cincuman—Danior, he said his name was—had turned out to be one of Durriken’s lackeys. Any innkeeper in Dolne or Stece should be able to hook you up with the assassin’s guild.” Valeriya wetted her throat with a gulp of mead, then continued, “Or, if you can convince me that the man you want offed so badly really deserve to die, and you make it worth my time, then maybe you need search no longer.”
“Don’t you worry about coin dearie, but I don’t think you’re the sort of woman I—” He jerked back violently as Valeriya thrust her left hand in front of his face, palm up and fingers curled. That night they dined like kings—figuratively speaking of course. She opened the window and let the cool morning air pour in.
