Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 86: Like it were his birthright

Chapter Eighty-Six

Ahmet didn’t waste a second before pushing her down, his body hovering over hers. His hands pressed into the sheets beside her head, caging her in. His breath was uneven, matching hers, their chests rising and falling in sync.

His lips crashed against hers with a force that stole her breath... in all heat and desperation. There was nothing gentle about it. No hesitation, no restraint.

His fingers dug into her waist, pushing himself against her as if closing the space between them would silence the jealousy raging inside him.

His kiss was rough, and punishing. Her hands fisted in his hair, nails biting into his scalp as she kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every ounce of anger, frustration, and unspoken desire into the clash of their mouths.

She tore her lips from his to catch her breath. His grip on her waist didn’t loosen, fingers still pressing into her like he wasn’t ready to let go. Like he couldn’t.

She looked up at him, her lips swollen from his kisses, but her glare had not softened. "You think this fixes anything? Do you think this would change the fact that you pointed a gun at me?" she challenged, her voice low and uneven.

He smirked, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip. "No," he admitted. "But it took your mind off it for a while, didn’t it? Me too. But trust me, I will find out about him."

Was he still on about who Demir was?

She growled in frustration, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t move. His weight was solid and unyielding. He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand.

"Let me go, Ahmet," she seethed.

His grip tightened just slightly, his gaze burning into hers. "You really want me to?"

She opened her mouth to snap back, but no words came out. Because she didn’t want him to. She wanted to fight him, to curse him, and to make him feel the rage she had been holding onto since the moment he pointed that gun at her.

But she also wanted him.

And that pissed her off even more.

Ahmet saw it. The flicker of hesitation, the way her body arched toward his despite the venom in her words. His smirk widened. "That’s what I thought."

Before she could fire back, he kissed her again— harder this time, more demanding. His free hand roamed down her side, fingers grazing her bare skin, making her shudder. She hated how easily he affected her. How, no matter how much she tried to fight it, her body always betrayed her first.

"You are mine," he murmured against her lips. It must have taken everything in him to not have said that earlier.

She bit his bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, it only made him more eager. "I belong to no one," she shot back.

He chuckled darkly, pressing his body flush against hers. "We will see about that."

The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the rustle of fabric being stripped away, the low growls and breathless sighs as they gave into everything they had refused to acknowledge to the other.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle.

It was a battle: it always had been that to them.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains while the sheets were tangled around their bodies.

Asli lay with her back to him, her body still warm from sleep, her breathing steady. Ahmet also lay behind her with his head resting on the pillow, arms folded beneath it, and his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

He wouldn’t promise he’d never point a gun at her again. Asli was troublesome and far from doing anything innocent. However, what he could promise was that he would take his time before doing that, next time.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the kind that neither of them wanted to be the first to say.

Then Ahmet broke the silence. The name was eating him up. It lodged itself deep in his chest like a slow, burning ache that refused to fade.

"Demir." It was haunting him. His jaw clenched, fingers twitching at his side.

She tensed for half a second before exhaling slowly. "What about him?" She asked when he did not say anything about him... only his name he could mention. Maybe a piece of her liked that he was bothered by Demir.

His jaw ticked. "Tell me what’s going on between you two."

She turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see the sharp curve of her jaw, the stubborn set of her lips. "I don’t owe you an explanation."

He clenched his fists beneath the pillow, his patience hanging by a thread. "You don’t," he agreed, voice deceptively calm. "But I’m not going to fck you while another man is doing it too." He had never cared about that before. Why did he want to possess her?

She huffed a quiet, humorless laugh. That should not have hurt her. "You just don’t have to anymore." But it did.

He should not have cared but he did. His gaze darkened. He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at her. "You think this is funny?" He didn’t care whether what he said could hurt her or not. If only she had answered him, he would have kept quiet.

She finally turned fully onto her back, meeting his stare with her own unreadable expression. "I think you are too used to people handing you information like it is your birthright."

His nostrils flared. If he cared about that information then he’ll yeah, it should be his birthright!

"You were in my bed the last three nights." He Snapchat her.

"Because it’s a location you picked," she shot back without hesitation. "That doesn’t mean you get to demand answers from me. You don’t own me, Ahmet."

His name left her lips like a slow burn, curling around him in a way that sent heat straight through his veins. He couldn’t take her voice out of his head even if he wanted to. The way she always said his name... like it was a weapon that always sent something sharp through his chest. He hated how easily she could make him feel something, how effortlessly she twisted the knife and smiled while doing it.

Except this time she wasn’t smiling.

He exhaled sharply, gripping the sheets. "Then tell me, was he in your bed too?" He didn’t know what he was doing. He only just wanted who the damn Demir was to her. He didn’t care who the man was... only what he meant to him.

Her eyes flickered with something he could not quite place, but her expression didn’t waver. She held his stare, unreadable, before rolling back onto her side, facing away from him again. "Go to hell, Ahmet."

His jaw clenched and his patience snapped.

In one swift motion, he grabbed her waist, pulling her back against him, and his chest pressing into her bare skin. His lips brushed against her ear and his voice was low but dangerous.

"Don’t push me, Asli." He told her.