Chapter Fifty-Nine
Slowly, he began to caress her inner thighs, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin. She shivered beneath his touch, and she spread her legs even wider, and more inviting.
He smiled, as he saw her drawing her head back, a moan escaping her mouth.
As she moaned, her hot glory seed to tremble with pleasure as she ca again. He could feel her warmth radiating outward calling onto him and inviting him to co closer.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but it was of no use.
He was caught up in the mont, driven by his own desire for her. Slowly, he began to move his whole body closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his breath sending shivers all over her body. She knew he was lying to her. There was no way Aht would find her beautiful but she wasn’t going to think about it. "I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to enter you now. But I’ll be gentle. I’ll try to be that... for you."
At that mont, there was sothing in his tone. They were Mafias, why did he sound like he was in love? Most importantly, how did she know he sounded like he was in love? Why did she think he was in love? Aht was probably incapable of loving anyone. He was brutal and dangerous just like she was and she knew for a fact she was incapable of loving anyone.
"Wait," she managed to voice out. What was she doing? Was she regretting it now?
Concern edged on his face as his body stilled on top of her. Was she going to stop him? Now? Was she being serious right now? He clenched his hands in fists. This wasn’t even about his ego. No woman has ever stopped him before.
He was the most handso man she could have ever set her eyes on. His charisma and looks were everything any woman would want in a man. Alright, maybe his ego would be bruised if she stopped him in the middle of this. He finally admitted.
Asli looked him in the eye for a few seconds. Aht was about to be hers. That would’ve made any woman the happiest on earth.
But she wasn’t just any woman. If they did this, though she hated him, he would be his. No woman would and could have him. She would make sure of that. And she needed to make that clear.
But was this the best ti to talk about it?
"You can take , that I know so trust ." He tried to convince her and himself. This could be the only reason anyone would stop him during sex.
Asli on the other hand could swear she never doubted that she could take him. This was her first but she had never failed a mission.
"I hate you." She whispered and it sounded a lie to her more than it would to him.
"It’s okay to desire soone you hate," he answered. He didn’t care how she felt about him. He didn’t care about how he felt either or was supposed to feel about her. Tonight was going to be just the two of them, skin on skin. Body to body... not corpse.
Aht realized how she began to open her legs wider, inviting him as if he wasn’t already close to entering her. He nodded slightly and then began to enter her inch after inch. "You are so fcking tight," he whispered.
Her entire body clenched around him, till she could feel his hard mber twitch and vibrate inside her, like a drum. Her head dropped to the pillows, while she heard him groan, harshly and out of control. He told her she was going to be gentle with her.
Her heart began to race wildly as she shut her eyes. This pain was nowhere near being shot. Getting shot the first ti was painful but this, it was nowhere close to this new feeling. She couldn’t explain it but it wasn’t the sa pain as getting shot.
Then... her breath caught in her throat as she rembered the sheer size of him. ’Fuck, how was he going to move?’ She thought.
Then... he began to move... slowly and she couldn’t help but moan. Her nails sank into his shoulders involuntarily.
Her mind raced as she tried to grasp how she felt. ’This felt like a fight,’ she thought to herself. The rush of adrenaline, the fear of surrendering, the sensation of being entirely overwheld - it was all so familiar but so different.
Fighting had always provided her with a rush of adrenaline and a sense of control. But this was sothing else entirely.
The sa intensity, desire, and sense of being on the edge were all there but they had been twisted, turned, and converted into sothing new and unexpected. She felt alive, electrifying, and completely confused.
She was confused, particularly by the fear of submitting. On the battlefield, she would have been afraid to surrender, but in bed, it was as if she had no choice.
She even gave in before he could beg her to, her body betraying her mind’s conflict. But did she make any attempt to resist him tonight? It was unsettling to lose control. She was the mafia boss.
Why did it seem like she was constantly reminding herself while she was with him? Did she fear he’d take it away from her? If his father could take away her family, wouldn’t it be easy for him as well?
She instantly reminded herself that she promised not to think about anything that could ruin the evening. Nobody took anything from her without consent.
At this mont, she had entirely surrendered herself. He didn’t force her and right now, she couldn’t deny the thrill he was giving her.
She wanted to call his na when he began to again increase his pace, more than the previous one. She needed to focus on this man who was on top of her and not his family background.
She wanted to explore his perfect body. To touch every inch of his body just as much as he did with hers. His body was chiseled, with each muscle sculpted to perfection.
The contours of his chest, his abs, and the strength in his arms were almost too perfect. The way his veins danced through his hand, no, Aht was more perfect.
She had seen her n train shirtless before, but none were as flawless as this man’s figure.
She noticed how he increased the pace even more yet he was so careful and it continued to feel so good. She thought only fighting could make her feel good. She never thought there was any good feeling outside it. She had fought with Aht more than once.
This wasn’t even about killing. This was not about fights and guns. This was just Aht and her... and what was moving inside of her in this bed.
"Aht..." she whispered and it seed that was all he needed as a smile ford on his lips. He gave her a soft yet powerful kiss. How was he doing it? She was coming again.
Was he not joking about the number? How would he know the number of guns she fired this week? He growled, resuming his movent. His body heaved as he sank into her gently, but over and over until she exploded again.
"Asli..." Aht groaned her na and before she realized it, she was coming again.
And again. And again.
She wasn’t counting. If she ca up to the number, she wouldn’t know.
But he did.
Aht braced himself for the impending storm. He knew her too well, and he knew she would use anger and bla to conceal her vulnerability. But he had seen how she clung to him, how her body gave in to his touch.
He was preparing himself for her outburst the mont this was over. She would never admit to how he made her feel. His gaze locked on hers. He could see the conflicting feelings within her, the fight to make sense out of what was going on.
She was a confused lady, yet he couldn’t get away from her until he had her. Tonight she was his, and as he had already declared, he was going to ruin her for any other guy. He was going to make sure to ruin her walk.
He intended to make sure she limped for weeks, but not today, even though he could tell she was going to hobble out of his apartnt.
This was her first ti, and he was trying not to be himself, but God forbid, he would not have rcy on her the second ti.
With a growl, he pushed deeper, his body responding to his desire to make her his. She scread out, her fingernails digging into his skin, and he felt his control lting away. He ca with a roar, and his body quivered as he poured himself into her.
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This Chapter is dedicated to @ call__mirror
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