Her Past

[Mykel’s POV]

I made my way towards Amya, taking pleasure in the scent of her arousal that was beginning to attack my nose. Fuck, it was like a siren's call and I could feel my steps quickening until I was close enough to feel her warmth beginning to seep into me.

"Then stick to your words, Mr. Assassin." Amya purred, licking her lips.

Damn, she was sexy, but if I did stick to my words, would the same thing happen as last time? As much as I wanted her, I didn’t want her to think of anyone else but me while I fucked her.

"I intend to, but first, you’re going to answer some questions."

Letting a slow smile spread across my face, I began to pull down the much too large pants that were hanging low on her waist, revealing the lacy panties she was wearing beneath.

"What do you mean?" She breathed. "Who the hell does an interrogation as foreplay?"

"Me," I said simply, yanking her pants down completely, leaving her in only her shirt and underwear."Now, first question...."

Standing, I grabbed