Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 70: “I want to ruin your insides. May I?”

Chapter Seventy

"On the dartboard," he mentioned again and her eyes drifted to it like a good girl.

She tried to focus on it, but her mind kept wandering back to the warmth of his hand on her waist. It was as if he had ignited a fire within her, and she couldn’t turn it off.

"Hmm, are you still looking?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Now, pick up the gun."

She nodded, trying to clear her head. But as she reached for the gun, she felt his hand brush her skin and then pull the leggings down.

The act sent thrills down her whole body, and she knew why. Ahmet knew how to pleasure her body so well that she was afraid she wouldn’t feel anything if anyone else were to touch her.

"Shoot," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "You got this."

No, she did not. She did not think she would be able to even aim the gun at the dartboard when his fingers were touching her thighs. She wanted to scream yet she didn’t want to. She wanted to feel yet again what he had in store for her.

With a deep breath, she focused on the board and loaded the gun with bullets. Her first shot hit the board with a satisfying thud, and she felt a rush of excitement.

"Not bad," he praised, his hand still on her thighs. "But I think that’s too easy for you."

It was. She had been firing guns since she was six. There was nothing he could do that would ma... make... make... make her sleep...

Had she meant meant to think about sleep? Her thoughts were now disconnected. The moment his fingers strung her inner glory, she was already losing her mind. She had felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

His voice dropped to a low, husky whisper, and the words dripped with seduction. "You... are already... wet." The pause that followed was like a held breath. She anticipated his next words.

"I can feel it," he continued, his tone slow and deliberate, each word a gentle caress. "Can you feel my c*ck growing too? Can you feel it?" The last word was barely audible. He closed the little gap that was between them so she would feel him too. "Are you feeling what you are doing to me?"

She felt a rush of heat spread through her body, while her inner thigh throbbed. His words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, warm and soothing, yet sending shivers down her hot glory. He was making her feel like she was the only person in the world... the only one he desired.

The nearness of him was overwhelming, making her feel like she was drowning in his presence. His fingers went deeper as he pulled her blouse up.

He kissed her back. Ahmet’s warm breath on her skin sent goosebumps down her arms, and she felt her legs tremble beneath her.

"This is the perfect way to start your day, isn’t it? A good training and a way to come." The sound of his voice was like a physical touch, and a gentle stroking of her senses.

His fingers were one thing and his member pressed against her bum was another but his voice... it was holding her captive.

Deep, steady, threading through her like silk and steel, wrapping around her senses, leaving no room for any thoughts. How was he doing this? How could he bind her so completely with nothing but the sound of his voice?

Her breath hitched.

"Do you feel that?" He asked again. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, his voice dropping lower, like a secret meant for her alone.

Yes. She felt everything.

Too much.

Not enough.

Her fingers curled behind her into the fabric of his shirt as if that would anchor her, but the ground beneath her might as well have vanished.

A slow, deliberate hand traced along her side, fingertips ghosting over the thin barrier of her inner thigh. "You’re trembling," he murmured, almost satisfied by how easily he could affect her.

She was trembling. But not from fear. He doubted she had ever trembled before. Maybe before she shot her first gun not anymore and it turned him in that only he could make her tremble.

His breath was warm against her neck, teasing her. "Tell me to stop."

She swallowed hard, but no words came. Because she didn’t want him to. Why would she tell him to stop?

A quiet hum of satisfaction rumbled in his chest. "That’s what I thought."

His fingers flexed, tracing on the openings of her fold instead of pushing himself in. The heat of him against her skin was overwhelming.

Her breath shuddered out of her.

"You like this," he noted, voice thick with certainty.

She squeezed her eyes shut. "You. Talk. You... too much." She could not construct a sentence properly but he knew what she meant.

A low chuckle left his lips. "And yet, you’re still listening. Unfortunately, you aren’t holding the gun anymore. Now pick your gun."

"Huh?" She hadn’t realized when she placed it down.

"Keep your eyes on it, the dartboard I mean," he murmured, his voice a command wrapped in silk. "And pick the gun, you know what I mean." He repeated when he noticed she hadn’t done that yet.

She stared at the dartboard and then the gun on the counter. He inserted a finger in her. The dartboard wavered in her vision, blurring as her focus faltered.

He added another finger. "You’re losing focus."

She exhaled sharply. "Because you’re distracting me."

A dark chuckle rumbled behind her. "Good."

His grip tightened, pressing her further into him. It was a slow unraveling, and he knew it. He knew what he was doing to her body and he loved it.

"Now shoot," he ordered.

Her lashes fluttered, her body tense with restraint. She was never to take orders but since last night, she had been taking them. But even if she tried to obey this one, his distraction was impossible to ignore.

Her grip on the gun faltered, her fingers trembling as pleasure curled low in her stomach. The cool metal felt foreign in her hands now.

She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself, but then his fingers curled just right, pressing against a spot that sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her.

A strangled gasp escaped her lips. Her knees threatened to buckle, but his arm was still there, firm around her waist, keeping her upright. Keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

The air was thick, wrapping around them like a silent witness. The board she was meant to focus on blurred further, lost beneath the wave of sensation rolling through her.

He was relentless; slow, precise, pushing his fingers deeper in her toward the edge with practiced ease.

He began to move, stroking her like a guitar. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and her lips parted, but no words came. Just breathing. Just heat. What was she even going to say?

"Ahmet," she could only moan his name. And the satisfying groan in his throat announced that he liked that.

"I love how my name sounds so perfect from your lips, Asli. However, are you not going to fire the gun?" His voice was nothing more than a murmur against her temple, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear.

She barely registered the gun slipping from her fingers. He had won. Again.

She could feel his smirk behind her, even without seeing it. She knew it wasn’t mocking. No, it was something else, something satisfying that sent a slow, deliberate heat curling through her.

He loved this. Loved that she had lost to him, loved the way it made her pulse race.

The air between them thickened as he stepped closer, touching her body like its owner.

They were so close enough that she felt his heartbeat against her. Close enough that she swore she could hear his breath, steady and controlled as if savoring the moment.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, betraying her, and wanting to touch him. He saw that.

"Don’t worry. I will let you touch me, all of me. I am yours, Asli." She didn’t know if he had said those words in that heated moment or if he meant it.

But her fingers were itching still. She was being burned by her desire to explore his body too. It was more threatening and more endangering.

"You are wet. Just as I want you to be. Oh, my sweet kitten. You have no idea what you do to me." He frowned in her ears. "I want to enter you now. I want to fck you harder than I have ever done. I want to ruin your insides. May I?" He asked, his voice sounding like he was about to lose it. Almost like he was a caveman who had just been introduced to civilization.

He waited for her response. He did not know why.

"Yes," she whispered.