Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: In which she takes a spank

Chapter Sixty- Eight

She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "I... I was just curious," she stammered. Was she? How the hell was she even stammering?

He raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Curious? You were just curious?" he repeated. "You were not curious, you are nosy. Always have been that. And nosy people get punished."

He pulled her closer, his eyes glinting with warning. "And I am just getting started. You were a bad girl. A very naughty girl."

That excited her on a different level. She shivered as his fingers trailed down her spine. Before she could react, he pulled her onto his lap, his grip firm, possessive.

"You think you can snoop around in my room and walk away without consequences?" His voice was low, and a dangerous rasp against her ear.

Her breath hitched. "Ahmet, I was not snooping—"

A sharp smack landed on her backside, making her gasp. Did he just hit her?

She tensed, but his other hand smoothed over her hip, grounding her in the moment.

"Lying makes it worse, my lovely kitten," he murmured, his palm hovering over her skin, waiting.

Another smack. She did not apologize. Then he smacked her again. This time, she bit her lip, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt and refusing to give him the satisfaction of a sound.

"You like this, don’t you?" His voice was amused, taunting, as he rubbed the warmth beneath his touch.

She turned her head just enough to meet his gaze, defiant despite the way her body responded. "Hey! Put me the fuck down." She lied. She didn’t want him to put her down.

His lips curved into a knowing smirk. "I will have to hear you say it then. Let’s see how much you can take."

Another sharp smack. She jolted, her breath catching, but she didn’t fight him. Like hell, she couldn’t even if she wanted to.

Instead, she pressed her palms against his thigh, steadying herself.

"Try again," he murmured, his fingers brushing over the warmth he’d left behind, soothing and punishing in the same motion.

Just then, his fingers began to pull down her panty. Her breath caught in her throat.

She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering. "Yes." she wanted to swear that came out of her mouth without her permission.

"Yes, what?" His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her in closer.

She hesitated, pride warring with the need curling in her belly. Finally, she exhaled, her voice softer this time. "Yes, I like it."

His chuckle was dark, satisfied. "Good girl."

Before she could react, he shifted her, flipping her onto her back so she straddled his lap, her knees pressed into the leather chair on either side of him. His hands slid up her thighs, slow and deliberate, his gaze locked onto hers.

"You’re learning," he murmured, his fingers brushing the edge of her dress. "But you still have a long way to go and I can’t wait to teach you."

Before she could say anything, he lifted her again, effortlessly, his hands a firm grip on her waist, he turned her in one smooth motion.

She tried to catch her breath when she found herself seated, and her back pressed against the warm leather of the sofa.

Her legs were parted before him, his hands trailing down her thighs as he stepped between them, claiming the space as it belonged to him. His gaze darkened as he took in the sight of her, exposed and waiting.

"This," he murmured, his fingers pressing into her skin, "is exactly where I want you."

She shivered under the weight of his stare.

He sank to his knees before her, his hands gliding along her thighs as he positioned himself between them. His gaze flicked up, dark and intense while he pulled down his trousers and then boxers. He then gripped the firm length of his hard member in his hands, aligning it with the meal she had prepared before him. Wet and enticing. He was ready to bury deep within her.

He pressed his erection against her hot glory. Her breath hitched as he teased the opens of it, letting it feel how hard he was before pushing in, slow and deeper.

Her pulse pounded as he slowly traced his fingers along her thigh, parting her legs wider enough.

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