Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: One hundred and Seven times

Chapter Fifty-Eight

His chest heaved with each breath, and his abs rippled beneath his skin. Oh, such a delightful sight to see. She had imagined him to be as good-looking as he was in clothes. She had never imagined him to be this perfect. Was it his training? Or was he naturally this gorgeous?

Next, he unbuttoned his pants, he could tell what she was thinking as she licked her lips. He slid them down his hips, revealing a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his thighs. Should he tease her more? Asli would deserve it but considering it was her first time, he didn’t want anything triggering her to leave. Though that was unlikely to happen.

With a subtle smile, Ahmet hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled the briefs down, revealing his full, unadulterated glory.

Breath seemed to lose its movement in her. ’Or maybe not.’ as if having a conversation, a tiny voice concluded in her head after she swore she could handle him. Would it even fit?

His smile grew, while his eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched her reaction. He seemed to be savoring her surprise, his body tense with pleasure as much as hers was.

He saw how she swallowed hard and knew her mind was racing with questions. ’How was it going to fit?’ She must as well scream the words since it was written all over her face.

As he positioned himself above her, his eyes locked onto hers, he wanted to make sure she was comfortable. He knew his reputation, he was a force to be reckoned with in bed, always taking what he wanted without apology.

Oh, he didn’t know what gentleness was. But with her, he wanted it to be different. He wanted her to feel pleasure, to enjoy the experience as much as he was going to. He would want to destroy her for any other man. He wanted her to remember her first time. But she was so perfect he feared he wouldn’t be able to take his time.

His face twisted into a grimace, his muscles tensing as he struggled to restrain himself. He was a man used to taking control and dominating, and yet... and yet, he wanted to be gentle. For her.

Ahmet’s hands trembled slightly as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. It was a tender gesture, one that belied the fierce desire burning within him.

He took a deep breath, his whole body shaking with the effort of his restraint. "I want you to enjoy this," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I want you to feel pleasure."

His eyes went over hers again to search for any sign of fear or hesitation. But all he saw was a spark of curiosity, and a glimmer of excitement that echoed his own.

Asli on the other hand as Ahmet’s eyes bore into hers, she suddenly felt a creeping sense of insecurity. His experience was evident, while she... she was a Mafia boss who had never surrendered control, and never given her body to anyone.

A nagging voice whispered to her, ’What if I am not good enough? What if I ruin tonight for him? Ahmet has probably been with women who know exactly how to please him, women who aren’t rusty, inexperienced Mafia ladies.’

She felt a surge of self-doubt. Was this a bad idea? She’d never given up control before, never thought a man would touch her in this manner, and never did she think that a man especially like Ahmet would have sex with her. Was this why he was just staring at her? What if she disappointed him?

However, her body seemed to be ignoring her misgivings, responding to Ahmet’s presence with a will of its own. She shouldn’t care about what he was thinking because it was supposed to be about herself and her wants, right? Ahmet wasn’t important to her. Why must she think about if he was going to be satisfied, disappointed, or not?

His gaze narrowed, and his eyes pierced as he sensed the subtle shift in her demeanor. He could smell the faint scent of insecurity wafting off her, and it stirred something deep within him.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "What’s going on in that head of yours?"

She hesitated, her eyes darting away, but Ahmet’s fingers gently tilted her chin back, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You’re perfect just the way you are," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I don’t want you thinking about anything other than what I’m about to do to you. I’m going to teach you, show you... guide you through this. I will enjoy it. You will enjoy it. And I will make you come as many times as you’ve fired a gun this week."

One Zero Seven. One hundred and Seven. The number echoed in her mind slowly.

That must’ve done it. Without thinking, she reached up, her fingers curling around the nape of Ahmet’s neck. She pulled him down, and her lips crashed against him in a fierce, hungry kiss.

Their mouths moved in perfect sync, the tension between them igniting into a wildfire of passion all over again. She felt herself melting into the kiss, and her arousal spiked with every passing second.

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