Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Dreaming about her

Chapter Thirteen

Asli's chest heaved, her anger and frustration simmering just below the surface.

"Imagine me as your lover." He advised, flatly. Instinctively, she touched her tightly, as if looking for her gun.

The sound of him being her lover was enough for her to shoot him. He was lucky she left her gun in the washroom.

'Never. She would never be his lover. Not even when she was unconscious.' she cursed under her breath. A smirk escaped his lips and she wished to wipe it off.

The music began and it became a blur, the repetition grating on her nerves. But she refused to break. This was more than a blackmail to her. He had dared her.

"I think you need help." He spoke over the music. "Oh, don't stop." He immediately urged her to continue. This time around, his tone was not like the usual. It sounded seductive.

She swallowed as he neared her. "I'm going to touch you. Tell me to stop if and when you start to hate it." He whispered into her ears. She should've pushed him away but something about his words sent a shiver down her spine. The music pulsed around them, but Asli's heart beat faster, anticipation and wariness moving within.

She should've pushed him away, should've told him to back off. But her body seemed rooted to the spot, paralyzed by whatever it was that was in his voice.

Ahmet's fingers grazed her arm, sending sparks through her skin. His touch was feather-light, yet it ignited a fire within.

"Listen to the music. Feel the rhythm," he whispered again, his breath caressing her ear.

Asli's eyes fluttered closed as Ahmet's hands explored her curves, tracing the contours of her body. His touch was a gentle persuasion, coaxing her to surrender.

For a moment, she forgot her anger, her revenge, forgot the reason she was dancing for him in the first place. Forgot everything except the sensation of his breath on hers.

But as his hands drifted lower, her instincts kicked in. She snapped her eyes open, her gaze locking onto Ahmet's.

His eyes burned with desire, and for an instant, she saw something there, something that looked almost like... desire.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered, his lips inched from hers.

Her voice caught in her throat. She should've mentioned the words he spoke and should've pushed him away. But the words wouldn't come.

Her voice barely registered above a whisper. "Stop."

Ahmet's smile widened, and for a moment, he wished he hadn't asked her to say it. His hands stopped hovering above her skin. _{fre.ewebnov el.com}

She felt exposed and vulnerable while he turned her face to meet hers.

His gaze locked onto hers, searching. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he touched his forehead on hers, as if he were fighting some demons.

He then pushed himself back and then later to where the music played. He stopped it and her eyes never left his.

"You're angry," Ahmet teased, his voice low and husky.

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