Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 70

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." _{fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m}

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.

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.

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