THE BILLIONAIRE'S ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

Isabelle shook her head slowly, her eyes still lost in his. “I’m so sorry I didn't mean to bump into you. I didn’t see you, my emotions were all over the place,” she muttered, innocently.

“Hmmm. Ain't you the beautiful lady who got dumped earlier?” he taunted with a cocky smirk.

“Beautiful, Yes. Dumped, never.” she retorted sharply.

“Whatever you say, pretty lips,” he muttered, staring down at her lips. Suddenly something shifted in his gaze, his fingers that held her chin slowly caressed her lips. Staring at her this long intensified the heat building up inside of him. He swallowed, then he stood to leave before his restraint would slip completely.

“Wait. Don't go” she said. She had caught the sudden change in his eyes. Now all she needed to do was to drag this for a little while.

He turned, staring down at her with an arched brow. “You’re wasting my precious time, doll. Speak”

“He broke my heart,” she sniffled, “I want revenge. I want to get back at him for playing with my feelings,” she muttered, her tone brittle.

“And what does your revenge have to do with me ?” he asked, his voice trolled out low and hoarse.

“We can both help each other,” she stated, her eyes beaming with something dark, as she stared down at the bulge between his legs. “You need someone to take care of that, and I need someone who can make me forget about him.”

A sly smirk graced Alexander's lips; “That's bold coming from you pretty doll. I’m slightly impressed but…. I'm not interested in your twisted game.”

Isabelle stared at him. She had hoped his self-control would be thrown out the window by now, but this man was perfect at holding back, and it was starting to piss her off. She had asked the waiter to use little of the aphrodisiac because she wanted him to be slightly in his senses when they got down to business.

It's just a one night fling, nothing else. After tonight, we will go our separate ways,” she said firmly, almost sounding desperate, but at this point she didn't care, she only wanted to have this man, she couldn't understand why the universe was so hellbent on pissing her off.

“Fine then,” he muttered flatly. “Get up and follow me to my suite,” he added.

Isabelle's eyes went wide, she hadn't expected him to agree so casually. She tried to get up, but a hiss tore from her lips as a wave of pain shot through her ankle.

Alexander turned, “What now, pretty doll?”

“Uhm, I think I hurt my ankle,” she mumbled. Alexander rolled his eyes, then instantly he scooped her into his arm like she weighed nothing.

Her breath caught, her heart beat thudding wildly as his intoxicating cologne hit her nostril. This was all she ever wanted even though she was going to end his life, she would gladly enjoy these moments as Isabelle before Nyx finishes the job.

“One more thing, pretty doll, I don't go easy on my prey. Are you sure you're ready for what's coming?” he mumbled, staring deep into her soul as his eyes glimmered with dangerous intensity.

“I’ll gladly be your prey tonight,” she replied, her eyes not leaving his. Isabelle meant every word she said. For Alexander she would gladly be the prey.

“Cool. You're intriguing, pretty doll,” he mumbled, his sinuous voice dripping with something sinister, and with that they left the hallway.

*****

Alexander dropped her as they got to his suite, their gaze held as they faced each other, all the restraint and self-control had vanished from his eyes. Now he was staring at her like a predator ready to devour its prey.

His hand reached to the back of her neck, and without a second thought he pulled her close and crashed his lips on hers. He kissed her with fervent urgency, as though he had been starved.

Isabelle responded to the kiss with the same urgency. She had longed for him for seven years, and now she had him.

A slight whimper left her lips as he broke the kiss. He took a step back, his gaze traveled from her head to her toe as if he was taking in every single detail of her body.

“Strip pretty doll,” his voice came out low and hoarse. The way he called her pretty doll sent an unfamiliar tingle between her tights. He hadn't even touched her, and her panties were already soaked, only heaven knows how her body would react if he did.

In an instant she was bare before him, then slowly he circled her like a true predator. He stopped in front of her, his fingers trailing her collarbone down to the twin swells of her breast.

Still staring into her eyes, he pinched her hardened n****e slightly, and a moan escaped Isabelle's lips. She wasn't afraid of anything but the man before her was making her brain fuzzy, igniting unusual sparks within her.

“To the bed, pretty doll, and I want your legs spread wide apart,” he whispered behind her ear sinfully.

Isabelle obeyed immediately, but he didn't make a move; he only stared down at her dripping honey pot, then he started undressing.

Slowly, he came on top of her, his huge frame towering over her, those unfathomable eyes of his held nothing but lust and sinful desires. Her back arched as he kissed the sensitive spot at the crook of her neck, and slowly he trailed kisses down, stopping at her c******s.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered seductively, then he kissed her p***y. He came back up again, crashing his lips on her. The kiss wasn't anything like the one they'd shared earlier. This time the kiss was rough, searching, teasing, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth while their tongues fought for dominance.

Isabelle responded immediately, her tongue trying to keep up with his rhythm, but he was just too fast, and she wasn't complaining. She loved it.

While still immense in the passionate kiss, his fingers found her c**t. “f**k pretty doll, you're dripping like crazy,” he cursed under his breath, his voice dripping with sinful lust.

Without any further delay, he slid two of his long fingers into her honey pot. He didn't start slow, like any sane person would; he went fast without mercy. A devilish smirk curved on his lips as he stared down at Isabelle, who had become a moaning mess. She was lost in the euphoria of pleasure.

Isabelle trashed under him, her body felt a wild type of sensation she never imagined could be possible. “Ahh…. Please,” she found herself begging desperately between moans. Just as she was about to come apart, he pulled away.

Her eyes flew wide open, she looked at him with a confused gaze, but suddenly his fingers that were in her honey pot traveled to his lips. He licked her juice off his finger seductively without taking his eyes off her.

“You taste heavenly, pretty doll,” he muttered teasingly, his eyes gleaming with intense pleasure.

That simple gesture of his, sent a tingling sensation to her core. She was glad she had waited patiently for all those years, because whatever she was experiencing right now was totally worth it.

He slid his fingers into her core again, then slid it out, then he leaned in closer. “Open wide, pretty doll, I want you to taste yourself.”

Isabelle complied immediately, she sucked on his fingers like they were some sort of special candy. “Good girl,” he praised, patting her head slowly.

“Now, it's time for the main course,” he drawled, a dangerous grin playing on his lips. Isabelle swallowed, bracing herself for the impact. He reached for a pack of condoms, but Isabelle stopped him. “Please… I want it raw,” she mumbled with flushed cheeks, her eyes gleaming with unprecedented desire.

Alexander tilted his head with an elegant aching brow, “You don't have to worry about that, I'm on my safe day,” Isabelle replied with a small smile.

Alexander stared at her for a while, then he crashed his lips on hers, he positioned himself properly between her thighs and, in one instance, his erect manhood drove into her tight cunt.

A whimper left her lips, her eyes shut tightly; a wave of pain washed through her as he tore through her hymen, but the pain wasn’t much for someone like her. Her eyes fluttered open, only to see those unfathomable grey eyes, cold and piercing staring deep into her soul.

Alexander wanted to speak, but Isabelle was fast enough to cut him off. “I’m fine, please don’t stop,” she urged with a small smile.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice came out soft but hoarse.

She replied with a simple nod and that was all it took for all the care in the world to be thrown out the window.

Alexander plunged into her tight p***y endlessly in a fast, merciless rhythm. They were both lost in the ecstasy of pleasure with Isabelle's loud moans echoing through the walls of the room.

Isabelle came undone multiple times under him, but he didn't stop. Instead, he went feral with every thrust he took. They went on for hours until they both came apart, collapsing beside each other, their breaths ragged, and finally they succumbed to darkness.