Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss

Chapter Thirty-Eight

She reached out a hand, her fingers brushing against his leg. "Please," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Touch me."

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at her. The Asli he knew wasn't like this; so open, so willing. And he couldn't help but wonder, what would it be like to give in to his desires, and to take what she was offering?

But as he looked at her, he saw something else, something that gave him a pause. He saw the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty. And he knew that he couldn't do it. He couldn't take advantage of her, not like this.

However, as he continued to look into her pleading eyes, he felt a pang of pity. He couldn't bear to see her in such distress. So, out of a twisted sense of compassion, he reached out and touched her in her hot glory.

As his fingers brushed across her inner thighs, she tightened and instinctively closed her legs around his hand. But he persisted, gently but forcefully, his touch calming her frayed nerves. Ahmet's touch wasn't driven by lust or a desire to pleasure himself.

Her breathing slowed and her muscles relaxed, enabling him to continue exploring. When his fingers went between her legs, he didn't only feel a tiny resistance, he noticed her body was also trying to find its rhythm.

Her body responded slowly, as if unaccustomed to the intrusion. A spark of realization ignited within him. He couldn't exactly express it, but something about her response seemed... unaltered. He knew without a doubt Asli was a virgin.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't explain why. He had never been drawn to virgins before, but there was something about her innocence that excited him. No, It was her passion to kill that drew her to him. Her psychotic reaction towards everything was a turn-on for him.

He wasn't admitting that he was attracted to her. He was only admitting that he wanted her. He didn't know what exactly it was but he had thought tasting her once would solve everything but now that he knew she was a virgin, his need to claim her as his alone was burning him inside.

He was the first one to ever touch her like this, to ever bring her to the brink of pleasure. The thought was intoxicating, and he found himself getting lost in the sensation of her tightness, and of her innocence. He couldn't help but feel a sense of possession.

As he looked down at her, he saw the tension in her body begin to ease. Her breathing slowed, and her eyelids drooped. He gently helped her into a more comfortable position, and she didn't resist.

Her eyes flickered open once, and she looked up at him with a drowsy gaze. 'Thank you,' she didn't speak the words but he could read them in her eyes.

He nodded, feeling like he owned her now. He was feeling something yet he wasn't sure what. He watched as her eyes drifted shut again, and her body relaxed into sleep.

He sat there for a moment, looking at her. He felt a sense of responsibility wash over him. He had taken care of her and helped her when she needed it. And now, she was sleeping peacefully. He hadn't marked her yet. What was he waiting for?

He slowly got up from the bed, trying not to disturb her. He walked over to the window and looked out, his mind thinking of the ways he could punish Maxwell and his friends. They had used him to draw Asli to them.

'Oh, he only hoped she wouldn't think he was responsible? Did she think he had a hand in it?' the questions would not stop filling his head.

He stood there for a long time, lost in thought. He finally turned away from the window and walked back over to the bed.

She was still sleeping and her body curled up in a tight ball. He looked at her for a moment, then turned away. He needed to get some rest too. He lay down on the couch, closing his eyes and letting the exhaustion wash over him.

He was a light sleeper, and it was a habit honed from years of living in the shadows. Even in his sleep, his ears remained alert, and always listening for the slightest sound. And then, he heard it. A faint rustling, yet soft creak of the bed frame.