THE BILLIONAIRE'S ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 18

Alexander placed light wet kisses on her collarbone. The kisses trailed to her neck, “You smell so f*cking different, Isa,” he muttered in a breathy voice. Isabelle’s mind went blank, the way he said her name made her head tilt back.

His thumb trailed her lips, and his lips met hers in a wild passionate kiss. Isabelle moaned into the kiss, instantly he slid his tongue into her mouth. She moaned again when she tasted him — he tasted of whiskey with a subtle sweetness that could ruin her.

She staggered back at the force of his fiery dominance, but he held onto her waist, pulling her closer, he made sure there was no space between them.

His hand moved to her chest, and in a heartbeat the towel dropped to her feet. He broke the kiss, took a step back. She stared at him, anticipating his next move. He gawked at her bare body, and his eyes flickered with something only she could understand — lust, obsession.

The corner of his mouth curved up into a somewhat proud grin, his pretty doll was sculpted to perfection, every inch of her made his c*ck twitch, he didn’t know how they got here, but this was never his plan.

He took her hand in his, placed a kiss on the back of her hands, “You’re perfect Isabelle.” His little gesture, and his grey eyes made her core tighten — she felt more of her juice drain down her thigh. His eyes darkened, “On your knees pretty doll.”

She dropped to her knees without thinking twice. He tilted his neck to the side, slowly, he circled her like a predator savoring its meal with its eyes.

He paused right in front of her, “The bed, now.” he muttered, his voice low and husky.

She obeyed, and immediately went to bed. She waited for him, but he never came. He went back to the whiskey he had brought in earlier, he poured some content into the glass, his eyes never leaving hers, and he gulped down everything, “Spread your legs Isabelle,”

She obeyed.

His eyes darkened when it settled on her slick core. He took long heavy strides to the bed, his eyes still on her. He settled between her legs, he leaned in, and his mouth found her hard n*****s, while his other hand played with her t**s.

Her breath hitched, and her fingers dug into his luscious raven black hair. He sucked both her boobs till her pink t**s turned red.

She moaned, “A- Alex, please I want you,”

Alexander ignored her moans. When he was satisfied, he stopped. He parted her legs more, his gaze fell on her glistening p*ssy, he kissed her down there, and her whole body shook.

“Calm your nervous pretty doll, let me clean you up,” he muttered over her p*ssy, and his tongue did the magic.

Isabelle's fingers dug into the sheets for mental support, her legs wrapped around his head, his tongue was teasing and doing naughty things that made her lose her mind.

He paused, went back up to her, and kissed her like he had been starved for years. He broke the kiss, “You’re all cleaned up,” a sly grin corned his lips, “Now, let's make you dirty again.”

His fingers found her c**t, and he played with it a little, earning senseless moans from her. He slid three fingers into her, “F*ck,” a gasp left her lips, and her walls tightened around his fingers. He kissed her hair, his eyes bore into hers, waiting for her to adjust. He knew his movement was sudden, but he couldn’t help it.

When she finally relaxed, his fingers moved, making sure to give her the best moment in her life.

Isabelle squirted, and came multiple times on his fingers. But she wanted more than his fingers, she wanted to feel him deep, hitting her walls till she passed out.

After one last final squirt, she pulled his fingers out. She pulled him up, her hand reaching for the damn robe he wouldn’t take off. “Please Alex, I want you inside me,” she begged, desperate.

A charming devilish smile graced his lips, he placed a kiss on her cheek, "I love it when you're desperate for sex." He kissed her forehead. “That’s enough for today, we’ll play some other time,” he winked, got up and left.

Isabelle’s grip tightened on the sheets, they'd play some other time? Was she a joke to him? She got down from the bed, went into the showers to let the cold water wash off her frustrations. Her eyes turned cold, she was so done playing games with him, "You keep giving reasons to end you faster."

*****

Alexander stood at the balcony, his gaze fixed on the glowing city stretching out beneath him. He brought the glass to his lips, took a languid sip, letting the liquid burn down his throat, then his gaze went down to his manhood. He rolled his eyes, and a scoff escaped his lips, “You’re done for Alexander,” he mumbled to himself.

His phone buzzed, he answered immediately, “Report,”

“There’s no trace of Nyx, boss, it's like she has completely disappeared,” Kaine answered.

“She didn’t disappear, she might be somewhere we haven’t thought of yet.” Alexander knew Nyx wasn’t invisible. He would find her before she got to him.

*****

{THE NEXT DAY CROWN RIDGE ACADEMY}

Damian arrived to class late. The first person his eyes sought for was Kai. Kai had been avoiding him ever since that day, but he didn’t seem to care. He walked over to his seat, put on his ear pods, and placed his head on his desk. The teacher came in, but he didn’t care, he had been up all night, and he needed sleep.

The hours went by quickly, soon it was lunch break. He hadn’t visited the cafeteria after what had happened, but today he had no choice.

Minutes later, he arrived at the cafeteria. He didn’t want much, so he ordered strawberry ice cream. Yes, at Crown Ridge, students get whatever they want.

He scrolled through his phone while he ate his ice cream, and his mind went to Isabelle. He would be a liar if he said he hadn’t missed her. He let out a deep sigh, no wonder he ordered her favorite ice cream flavor.

His fingers paused when the cafeteria rippled with gasps and murmurs. He turned only to find the Lily girl on her knees again. He didn’t want to watch their cliché bully drama, so he stood up, and headed for the exit.

“Don’t you dare,” Arianna’s voice echoed through the hall. She had figured the new boy would try to test her patience again and she was right.

Damian turned, “What?”

"No one leaves, newbie, now back to your seat," she stated.

He rolled his eyes, “Make me.”

Arianna’s expression grew cold, “First, don’t you ever roll your eyes at me, and second, if you don’t do as I say, Lily pays the price.”

Lily shot to her feet, ran and hid behind Damian, “Please help me,” she sobbed, gripping his blazer tightly.

Damian didn’t care about the girl behind him, his gaze was on Arianna. He was curious to know what she'd do next.

Arianna smiled, it worked perfectly, she was brilliant, no doubt. She took slow strides to where Damian stood, “Move, or you’ll regret it.”

Somehow, Damian's eyes found Kai, but he looked away quickly. He was thinking about the crazy thing he’d do to Arianna if she tried sh*t with him.

“This is what happens when you disobey me,” she said, then poured the hot coffee she had in her hand on Damian.

The student’s murmurs erupted in the hall again. Some brought out their phones to record while others watched in shock.

Her eyes bore into his, hoping to get a slight reaction, but there was nothing. His eyes were blank. She took a step back, but he caught her wrist in a firm grip, and pulled her closer.

His other hand outstretched, and he grabbed a bottle of water on the table. He emptied the contents on her.

Gasps of shock rippled through the air once again.

Damian tilted her jaw with his fingers. He grinned at seeing her fuming face. He leaned in closer, but he said nothing, he only stared. In a heartbeat he crashed his lips on hers.