“Let me go! Please!” I cry, as the two men that grabbed me from the street drag me through a building.
“I’m afraid that we cannot do that.” A stern woman says as we enter a room.
“Why not?” I sob, struggling against the men’s grips.
“You know who we are, don’t you? You know who it is we fight?” The woman asks coldly.
“Yes. You’re Templars and you fight the Assassins but I’m no threat. I’m no one!” I sob helplessly.
“You’re the personal assistant of an Assassin.” She snaps.
“Because he’s the C.E.O of a company and I was hired by the company. I’m not a part of the Creed, I only found out by accident!” I gasp, choking on my tears.
“Do you know what this is?” She smirks, touching the machine next to her.
“Yes. It’s an animus.” I sniffle.
“Place her inside,” she snaps.
“Wait! I’m not a descendant so I can’t use it! I don’t even know any of the assassins other than my boss!” I cry as the men drag me towards the machine.
“Well, with a Piece of Eden, we’ve upgraded it and you are our guinea pig. We believe that we have created an animus that will allow ANYONE to interact with assassins’ memories,” she says smugly.
“No! I won’t help you!” I yell, struggling even harder.
“Oh, you will. I think we’ll try Jacob Frye’s memories first. He saw the shroud,” she replies.
I’m forced into the machine and then they turn it on. I’m suddenly in a place that’s completely white with nothing to be seen for miles around.
“Can you hear me?” The woman’s voice echoes.
“Yes,” I snap, wiping my tears away.
Suddenly the world around me ripples and there’s a loud sound.
“What’s going on? This shouldn’t be happening!” I hear the woman cry.
“What’s going on? Hello?” I shout out.
“Can you hear her?” a man’s voice demands.
“No!” the woman yells.
“Can you see what she’s seeing?” the man says, quieter this time.
“No,” the woman whispers.
Then I realise, they’re not talking quieter, I’m starting to no longer be able to hear them.
“Hello!” I scream, fear making my heart pound.
Oh no! I’m going to be stuck in this place forever. Suddenly, the world ripples again and I fall to my knees as I appear on a train.
“Ow! Wait, why does that hurt?” I mutter to myself as I rub my grazed knee. I didn’t think you could actually feel pain in the animus.
I gasp as I’m suddenly grabbed from behind, an arm wrapped around my waist which pins me to a large hard body and a blade pressed to my throat.
“How did you get on my train?” a deep voice demands, causing a shiver of arousal to wind down my spine.
“I-I don’t know,” I whimper.
“Did the Templars hire you?” he whispers in my ear.
“They’re the reason I’m in this mess,” I growl, sick of being scared.
He tightens his hold on my waist and I moan, biting my lip against the noise. Dammit, I’ve always had a thing for voices and his is deep and dark, making me want to roll naked in it. He hums into my ear and removes his blade from my neck.
“Hm, maybe you’re Evie’s gift to me as an apology?” he murmurs, putting the blade away and turning me around.
The breath freezes in my throat as I get lost in his hazel brown eyes. If the voice was enough to make me moan, the face is enough to make me soak my panties. Screw it! If I’m stuck here anyway, I may as well have some fun.
“Well, I don’t know who Evie is, but I’m sure I can help you relax.” I smile flirtingly, sliding my hands up his chest.
“And how much is that going to cost me?” He smirks.
“Hey! I’m not a prostitute! I just thought you were attractive but fine, I’ll find someone else.” I snap with a scowl.
I spin round to walk away but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back around. I gasp as his mouth suddenly claims mine. He nips my bottom lip and I open my mouth to him. One of his hands grip my hair and the other grips my ass, pulling me closer.
“Didn’t mean to insult you. Name’s Jacob Frye and I’d be honoured to relax with you.” He grins as we separate for air.
“Mm, Jacob,” I breathe, getting lost in his eyes again.
He grins smugly and grabs the bottom of my top, pulling it off over my head.
“Such great garments,” he whispers as he takes in my bra clad breasts and short skirt.
“It’s popular where I’m from.” I grin, reaching up to pull his hat off and place it on my own head.
“And where would that be?” He smirks, pulling off his coats.
“Does it matter?” I breathe, unclasping my bra and dropping it to the floor.
“Not at all,” he sighs, eyes darkening until they look black.
I kick my shoes off and push my skirt and thong down my legs, stepping out of them. I hear Jacob growl as I stand in front of him, wearing nothing more than his hat. He goes to grab my hips but I hold my hand out, stopping him.
“Mr. Frye, considering that I am wearing no clothes on a semi-public train, you are wearing far too many.” I grin.
He bursts out laughing but removes his clothes in record time. I don’t miss the fact that he keeps his gauntlet on and keeps a hold of his belt. Once he’s naked, he chuckles at the fact that all I can do is stare at him. I blush but he just grins smugly. This time when he grabs my hips, I let him, moaning as he pulls me against his hard body, chest hair scraping against my nipples. I run my hands into his hair and it falls forward into his face, making me realise just how long it is. I bite my lip and rub my thighs together at how sexy he looks.
“Like what you see?” He smirks.
“Yes,” I whine, pressing even closer to him.
He grabs his hat from my head and places it on a table nearby before wrapping his hand in my hair and pulling my head back. I cry out but his mouth lands on mine, swallowing the noise as our tongues battle. His hands grab mine and I whimper as he uses his belt to tie them behind my back. He kisses along my jaw, nipping occasionally, until he reaches my neck. I cry out, throwing my head back, as he bites down and sucks a mark into my flesh. I blink at him as he steps back, releasing me, and just stares at me - at my half-lidded eyes, my flushed skin and the purple mark on my neck. I take the chance to look at him too. His hair frames his face in sweaty strands, his eyes black with lust and a slight blush dusting his cheeks. My eyes land on his hard cock, standing proudly against his stomach and I lick my lips. I take one step forward and drop to my knees.
“What are you doing, Love?” Jacob whispers hoarsely.
I just smirk at him and then lick a swipe over the head of his cock, making him cry out in shock.
“Love, don’t! It isn’t done!” he groans.
“It is where I’m from. Just try it, you might like it.” I smile.
He nods and I lick him again, making him gasp. I suck the tip into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and swiping my tongue over the slit. He cries out and grips my hair, pulling me down until he hits my throat and I gag.
“Sorry!” he gasps, releasing me.
“Don’t be, I like it. Follow your instincts, just let me breathe sometimes.” I smile reassuringly.
He bites his lip but nods. I lean forward again and begin to bob up and down his shaft. He grabs my hair again and I moan around him as he takes over, fucking my mouth and throat in a way that has my slick running down my thighs. He growls and suddenly pulls me away. I whimper, licking my swollen lips and he groans at me. He pulls me up and I whine as he runs his fingers along my slit.
“So wet. You really did enjoy it, didn’t you?” Jacob groans, holding his wet fingers up.
I nod and then suck his fingers into my mouth. He groans and I feel his cock twitch against my hip.
“Your mouth belongs to the Devil, girl,” Jacob gasps.
“Right now, it belongs to you,” I whisper.
He growls and his mouth crashes back down on mine. I moan as his tongue slides against mine but then yelp as he suddenly pushes me down on a small bed. He moves between my legs, growling as he sees my soaking pussy, and grabs one of my legs. He throws it over his shoulder and immediately slams deep into my core. I cry out as I stretch around him, glad that I like a little pain.
“Dude, foreplay. Learn about it,” I gasp, staring into his eyes.
He nods but I’m not sure he’s heard me. He freezes with a groan once he’s deep inside me. He leans down to kiss me hungrily, making me bend almost in half. I cry out as the new position makes him go even deeper.
“Jacob, move. Please,” I whine.
“Damn, the sound of your voice right now,” Jacob growls.
“Jacob,” I groan, trying to make him move.
He raises up onto his hands and he MOVES. All I can do is lay there as he fucks me, hard and fast, making me moan and cry out. He manages to hit every spot inside that builds that fire in my abdomen and it’s not long before I can feel my body quivering.
“Jacob! I’m so close!” I gasp, spots flashing across my vision.
“Cum for me,” he groans, cock twitching inside me.
My body arches as I scream his name, fingers tangling behind my back. He groans as my climax drags him into his own and his seed splatters all over my inner walls, making me whimper at the sensation. He rests his forehead against mine and we just stare into each other’s eyes as we try to catch our breaths.
“Relaxed now?” I smirk.
“Definitely.” Jacob grins.
I laugh and he groans as it makes my pussy clamp around him. He kisses me one more time and then moves off me. I whimper as my cunt suddenly feels empty but then I sit up. Jacob waits for me to stand up and then releases my hands, rubbing my wrists. He kisses up my neck as he does and I moan. We separate and pull on our clothes.
“You should stay,” Jacob says, turning his back on me to rearrange some papers on his table.
Just as I decide to say yes - where else would I go anyway - the world ripples and I find myself back in that white, empty world.
“No! Help me! Someone! Please!” I scream, sobbing as I’m left all alone.
I drop down into a sitting position, wrap my arms around my legs, and cry into my knees.
“Hello, Love.”
I gasp and look up, realising that I’m now in a bedroom with a huge four poster bed. “Jacob?” I whisper, looking at the silhouette on the bed.
“Aye. I always thought you were a figment of my imagination, now I know it’s true. Could’ve done with you appearing a few months ago.” He says, sounding so sad my heart breaks.
“This isn’t real.” I sob.
“Come here, Love. If I’m going insane at least it’s with a beautiful woman.” He chuckles.
I walk over to him and cry out as I see him. It’s not so much that he’s older now, it’s that he’s missing an eye!
“Holy shit! What happened?” I cry, cupping his face in my hands.
“Jack the Ripper,” he whispers, fear flashing through his eye.
I blink at him, part of me wanting to know if he means THE Jack the Ripper but part of me not wanting to let him know the serial killer is famous.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, laying a gentle kiss on his forehead.
He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap, holding me tight.
“Look at you. I’ve aged twenty years, been tortured, and you haven’t aged a day! You’re still wearing the same strange clothes and you still have the mark I put on your neck. I really did imagine you.” He grins at me.
“It’s so much more than that,” I say, tears rolling down my face.
“Well, I may as well see how creative my insanity is, tell me,” he says softly, wiping my tears away.
I tell him everything and he just calmly listens, holding me and wiping my tears away.
“So, you see, it’s not you that lost your mind, it’s me.” I sniffle.
“Well, at least we can lose our minds in a fun way,” he whispers quietly before kissing me.
“Didn’t you ever marry?” I ask, pulling back.
“I did but only because she fell pregnant. She took our son to safety when the Ripper was after me. She’s living in an estate in the country with the man she really loves,” he explains.
I stare into his eye, missing the other one, and then lean forward to kiss him. His arms wrap around my waist and I moan as he pulls me in closer. His hands slowly push my top up and over my head and I gasp as he kisses down my jaw and neck. I unclasp my bra and he pulls it off my arms, tossing it to the side. Jacob turns me so I’m straddling his lap, wishing the quilt wasn’t in between our bodies.
“You still have all the marks I gave you.” Jacob groans, seeing all the little finger marks on my skin.
I arch with a cry as he cups my breasts and leans down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. My hands run into his hair, tugging hard enough to make him moan against me. He switches to my other nipple and I whimper as he bites down slightly. His hands slide up my thighs, under my skirt and push under my thong to slide along my slit. He pulls off my breasts with a gasp, removing his hand from my underwear to show me his sticky fingers.
“My cum is still dripping from you too,” he growls.
“Told you it’s only been a few seconds for me,” I blush, wishing I could take a shower.
He lets out a groan and pushes his fingers into my mouth. I moan as I suck the salty taste of him up and his eye becomes almost black with lust. I yelp as I’m suddenly thrown to the side, landing on my back with Jacob over the top of me. He lets out an impatient growl and yanks the quilt out from where it’s tangled between us. I giggle but it dies in my throat as he stares down at me. His hair has fallen forward to frame his face and his eye holds so much intensity it’s overwhelming. He grips the waistband of my skirt and pulls it down, making a whining noise in the back of his throat.
“I could get used to the undergarments of the future,” he whispers.
I let out a shaky breath as he grabs my thong and pulls it slowly down my legs. I whimper as he kisses his way up my legs, alternating sides.
“Jacob!” I gasp as I feel his breath on my folds, shocked that he’d go down on me even as his own cum drips from my folds.
He smirks up at me and then buries his face between my legs. I cry out as he nibbles on my clit, body aching as I bury my hands in his hair. He uses one hand on my stomach to pin me in place whilst he slowly pushes two fingers into my core. The breath catches in my throat as my eyes roll up, pleasure crashing through me as he finds my g-spot. He sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue back and forth.
“Jacob! I’m close!” I gasp out.
He moans and bites down even harder. I cry out his name as my body bows, hands yanking on his hair. I twist and writhe as I cum, lost in the pleasure he’s causing. He continues his ministrations even as my climax ebbs, making me whimper and try to push him away.
“So, did I learn enough about foreplay?” He smirks as he finally lifts his head.
“Uh huh.” I nod, unable to form a sentence.
He kisses his way up my body until I can pull him down for a ravenous kiss, tongues and teeth clashing. He pulls away, kneeling up above me so he can undo the trousers he was sleeping in. I moan as I see his cock, red and already dripping. He grabs my hips and lifts them up so he can slowly slide into my core. I wail and wrap my legs around his hips as he begins to pound into me. He moves fast but he makes sure every thrust hits that spot inside perfectly. This version of Jacob is more controlled and thorough.
“Jacob!” I sigh as he leans forwards onto his hands.
The new position means I can wrap my legs around his waist, making him thrust even deeper than before. My hands move to his back, feeling scars on his skin as my fingers dig into the muscles. His eye bores into mine as we begin to reach our peaks together. He begins to fuck me harder and my eyes close as my head arches back with a moan. I cry out as Jacob suddenly bites down on my neck, making another mark.
“Cum for me. Now!” he growls into my ear.
His controlling tone pushes me over the edge and I scream his name as I cum, digging my nails into his back. My body tenses up as my eyes squeeze shut even tighter. Jacob continues to thrust into me even as I start to come back down. My eyes flutter open and look straight into Jacob’s eye. He smiles at me and then kisses me gently, moaning against my lips as his hips stutter and he cums deep inside me. I gasp into his mouth as I feel his seed filling me in a gush.
“I want you to stay,” he whispers.
“I want it, too.” I smile.
Jacob rolls to my side and I get up on shaky legs. He watches me as I pull on my clothes but then smiles as I crawl back into his bed. Jacob pulls me so I’m curled up by his side with my head on his chest. I fall asleep to him running his fingers up and down my back.
I don’t know how much time passes but I wake as I feel the world ripple and find myself in that white world again. I don’t scream or cry this time, I just continue to lay there, too numb to care anymore.
“Love? Can you hear me?”
“Jacob?!” I cry, sitting up and looking around.
“Love? Come to me. Come back to me!”
I figure out which direction his voice seems to be coming from and I run that way.
“Jacob!” I scream as I run.
“I can hear you! Come on, Love! Keep going!” I hear him shout.
“Jacob!” I shout.
Suddenly, there’s a flash of white that makes me squeeze my eyes shut and when I slowly blink my eyes open, I’m back in the machine in my own world. I blink in disbelieve as I see Jacob leaning over me, smiling, and he has both eyes again. In fact, he looks younger again, about thirty.
“H-how?” I gasp, standing up.
“The piece of Eden they used doesn’t do what they thought. It gives you the ability to travel to the memories, to be there at that time. To interact with them.” Jacob says.
“So, we really…?” I ask, gesturing to the machine.
“Yes.” He grins.
“So instead of just watching your memories, I became part of them? I was really there?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“How can you be here now?” I ask, noticing that there are other people moving through the room.
“I’m immortal. It’s a long story but I’ll explain it later,” he says, grabbing hold of my hands.
“You came for me. You remembered what I told you and you came for me,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes.
“I waited twenty years for your second visit. All these years since then, for you. Of course, I came for you,” Jacob says softly.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
“I know you don’t love me, it’s only been a couple of hours for you, but please give me a chance to show you I’m the man for you,” Jacob says softly.
“Yes.” I smile, looking forward to it.
“We should go. We’ve destroyed all traces of what they were trying to do and Desmond has the artefact,” a man in a fancy white assassin’s robe says.
“Okay, Ezio. Come on, Love,” Jacob says, leading me from the building.
This might just be the best day I’ve ever had, I think as I look at the handsome man who is smiling at me.