Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 87: “I have a thing for him”

Chapter Eighty-Six

"Don’t push me." He told her.

She let out a slow breath, but he could feel the way her heartbeat quickened. She wasn’t unaffected. No matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise, he knew her body too well now. After all, if Demir hadn’t touched her, he was the only one who had.

Still, her voice was steady when she said, "You don’t scare me."

He smirked against her skin, his hand sliding down her hip, gripping tight. "Then I’m not trying hard enough."

She turned her head slightly, her lips just a breath away from his. "You can try all you want, but you won’t get anything out of me."

His patience was worn thin, but he forced himself to let go, to pull back just enough to keep himself from saying something he couldn’t take back.

He knew one thing for sure, whatever was between her and Demir, it was burning him up inside.

And it was only going to get worse if she did not tell him what exactly was going on. He knew how to get it out of her. He knew how to let her tell him.

Ahmet wasn’t the kind of man to beg for answers. He wasn’t the kind of man to ask twice. He knew how to get the truth out of people. And her? He knew her body too well now. He knew exactly how to make her talk.

His hand skimmed down her side, slow, deliberate, tracing the curve of her hip. She tensed but didn’t move away. He smirked against her skin. By no, she should know what he meant when he said he was going to get the truth out of her.

"You’ll tell me," he murmured, his lips trailing down her shoulder. "One way or another."

She sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers found the sensitive spot on her thigh, his touch slow, teasing. "This is your plan?" she scoffed, but her voice was not as steady as she wanted it to be.

He chuckled darkly. "You know it will work." He was daring her.

He slid his hand between her thighs, fingertips barely brushing her, just enough to make her shudder. He felt her exhale against him, her body betraying her resolve.

He pressed a kiss behind her ear before whispering, "Tell me what is going on between you and Demir."

She inhaled sharply but stayed silent. She was feeling something but it wasn’t enough to break her.

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips. Of course, she was not going to break that easily. She was a Mafia boss, trained in endurance, skilled in torture— just like he was. She knew how to make people beg, just like he did.

But she was underestimating him if she thought he’d give up. And this, this torture was something she hadn’t experienced before and he was sure it would ’break’ her.

"You really think you can hold out against me?" he murmured, dragging his lips down her neck, his fingers working her slowly, keeping her on the edge but never letting her enjoy the pleasure he was giving her.

He dragged his mouth lower, down her throat, to the sensitive spot just above her collarbone. His teeth scraped, and she shivered but still held strong.

Ahmet smirked. "Stubborn," he murmured, his grip tightening. "I like it." His thumb brushed across her skin. Though it was what he hoped for, if she broke too easily, he would be disappointed.

What was the satisfaction of getting something that did not even fight back? But he couldn’t deny the small part of him that secretly wished she’d just give him the answer already.

He moved his fingers faster, pressing, teasing, and keeping her right on the edge. Her back arched, a breathy sound slipping from her lips before she caught herself. He was satisfied. But not fully yet until he got his answer.

He growled, "Talk," and ordered.

She gasped, her fingers curling into fists on his lap, but she still refused to speak.

Damn it.

His patience was razor-thin. He knew she wanted to fight him, to win, but she had to know— he never lost, especially not when his sanity was on the line.

He dipped lower, his other hand brushing against her swollen breasts. "Last chance," he warned. "Tell me."

Her breaths were ragged, her body strung so tightly he knew she was seconds away from giving him what he wanted.

Asli swallowed hard, her fingers gripping the sheets. Her head fell back against his chest, her body tensing— and then, finally, with a whisper. "I have a thing for him," she muttered.

He froze.

For a second, he didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Then, with a dark chuckle, he bit down on her shoulder— hard enough to make her gasp. "You’re really testing me this morning," he growled.

But it hurt. More than he expected. How was he someone she hated and Demir someone she had a thing for? She still had a thing for? After so many years?

His jaw clenched, his grip tightening on her hip. "A thing?" he repeated, voice cold now.

She didn’t answer, just pressed her lips together as if she regretted saying it.

He exhaled sharply. He wasn’t stopping now. Not when she was already unraveling in his hands. If she wanted to play games, he would play too.

He dragged his fingers against her again, slower, yet deeper. She let out a quiet, shaky breath, her body arching against him.

"Tell me what you feel about me," he demanded, his lips brushing against her ear.

She was silent.

And that silence was worse than a slap to the face.

He gritted his teeth. He moved his fingers with more purpose, drawing out a sound from her throat she couldn’t suppress. "Tell me," he ordered, his voice lower, rougher.

Still, she said nothing.

His chest was tight, his grip on her hips firm enough to leave marks. "Why aren’t you answering?" he pressed, frustration leaking into his tone. "Then, how do you feel about him?"

Then, just as he thought she wouldn’t say a damn thing—

"We are cousins," she breathed.

He stopped whatever he was doing.

They were Cousins. He did all this for a cousin relationship? How did he only think they could be...Markus. Damn you, Markus! He had placed in his mind that the two had or could have something going on.

If they were cousins then why did she not tell him immediately? Did she enjoy seeing him lose his sanity or try not to lose it?

A slow, relieved breath left him, but his pride wouldn’t let him show it. Instead, he leaned closer, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the back of her neck, his fingers resuming their torment.

"You like making me crazy, don’t you?" he muttered.

She gasped, gripping his arm as she finally shattered under his touch, her body melting against him.

Ahmet smirked, watching Asli come.

But even as satisfaction curled in his chest, one thought lingered—

He still did not know exactly where he stood with her.

Ahmet smirked as he shifted, turning her in his arms so she was facing him. His teasing smile was infuriating, full of victory, full of the smug satisfaction of a man who had just proved his point.

She wanted to slap it off his face. Hard. But...

Instead, she just glared.

He let out a low chuckle, his fingers lazily tracing circles on her back. "Told you I was going to get the truth out of you," he murmured.

She did not respond. Just watched him in silence, her expression unreadable.

Because she knew she had lost.

And she hated it. She had sworn to herself she could withstand any torture and so she would never break to him. Yet she did. Could be possible if it were an important question he had asked?

She hoped not.

She involuntarily laid her head on his chest. She had never lost to anyone before. She was born to win. But Ahmet wasn’t just anyone.

He was something else entirely.

For the ’not that she was counting’ time, she accepted defeat— not just because he won, but because she knew, deep down, this wouldn’t be the last time. She would lose to him again. And again.

But never on a real battlefield. Never where it mattered. And she hoped he wasn’t thinking he could use this same method to get her organization’s information out of her. She needed to master this too so she could resist him.

He studied her, his smirk fading slightly as if he could sense the shift in her. His fingers stilled around her body. He could tell she was beating herself up for losing to him. "You are thinking too much," he muttered.

She narrowed her eyes. "And you do not think at all." At least there was one thing she did for him. Just him. Talking this much. But he wouldn’t know, would he?

He grinned, his hand sliding up her back, pulling her closer. Though she was glued to his chest. "Not when I’m with you."

She hated how easily he said things like that. As if to tell her she was special to him. She hated how her heart reacted, even when her mind warned her not to.

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Do you think Ahmet’s mind is finally at ease? Or he would later find out she is adopted and Demir is not really her cousin... Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day.