THE BILLIONAIRE'S ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 11

Alexander's car came to a halt in front of a big mansion. Isabelle's mind, which had gone into a frenzy, came back to her, but what she couldn’t understand was why he brought her to his home.

“Get down,” was all he said before coming down from the car. Isabelle had no intention of moving until he explained to her why he brought her to his mansion. She balanced comfortably, with her arms crossed across her chest.

Alexander halted in his tracks when he noticed she was still in the car, a muscle in his jaw ticked, she was really getting on his nerves.

He took long strides back to the car, opened it, unhooked her seat belt and pulled her out. She tried to protest, but her words died in her throat when he threw her over his shoulders and strutted into the beautiful mansion, his confidence undeniable.

“Mr Cross, what has gotten into you, let me go,” she kicked and screamed, fidgeting with all her might to break free from his strong hold. A spank on her butt from Alexander, was all it took for him to put an end to her tantrums.

Isabelle was awestruck as they got into the mansion. It felt as though they had stepped into another world, the living space screamed wealth with a hint of restraint. It wasn’t as though she was poor, but seeing Alexander’s mansion made her want more money. The entire mansion was more of Alexander than Alexander.

The view of the house got better as he climbed the black marble and steel staircase. And the first thing that caught her eye were the crystal chandeliers which hung like frozen constellations above. He entered a dimly lit room which exuded a cold menacing aura, and she instantly assumed the room was his. He brought her down from his shoulders, and she stood before him with a furrowed brow.

“Mr Cross, why on earth am I in your home, your room to be more precise?” she asked, her tone laced with sass, her eyes never leaving his.

Alexander’s lips curved up charmingly and her heart did the little flip it always did. The effect he had on her was heart wrecking. He walked closer to her, then caressed her lips ever so gently, his piercing gaze rooted her to the spot as she felt butterflies in her belly.

“You know…” he started, “I hate daring and sharp-tongued women, but somehow you always get away with it….” he paused, and the air grew thicker with each passing minute. “But not today, pretty doll, every action comes with a dire consequence, and I'll make sure to educate you properly on how to use that little tongue of yours,” he muttered in a husky, breathy tone.

Isabelle swallowed, her brain registered his words slowly as she was too lost in his intoxicating masculine scent. His calloused hand tangled in the back of her luscious black hair and in an instant, his lips met hers in a hungry, wet kiss.

There was nothing smooth about the kiss, it was rough, hot, and demanding — exactly the way Isabelle liked it.

Alexander’s hands roamed crazily around her body, and in swift movement he tore her dress. His action earned him a gasp like moan from her, and he did all this whilst devouring her lips.

Suddenly, the thought of Castello's eyes on her body crossed his mind, and he broke the kiss, “The showers now,” his voice came out low and raspy. Isabelle obeyed without a second thought.

As they got into the showers, the first thing he did was to let water cascade down her bare body. With Alexander’s seductive eyes on her bare body, Isabelle felt a painful throb down there, she needed him badly.

“On your knees, pretty doll,” he commanded in a breathy voice when he felt the water had done enough, and Isabelle instantly got to her knees, “Good girl,” he said, patting her head.

He was still dressed, so he unhooked his belt and freed his hard member. Isabelle swallowed at how huge he was. It wasn’t her first time, but it was her first time giving a man a blow job. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t determined to make this memory imprint into his heart and soul.

Her slender fingers wrap his throbbing shaft, then she begins stroking. Her strokes earned her a groan from him, which made her excited to do more. Alex stopped her hand, then he said, “Use your tongue pretty doll,” and Isabelle nodded sharply.

Firstly, her tongue licked the tip of his hard member, then she took a deep breath and took him into her mouth. She stared at a slow pace, but Alex didn’t like the teasing. He grabbed her hair and f*cked her mouth, making sure he went deep into her throat until she was gagging.

He paused, taking his member out of her mouth, and Isabelle choked out, finally getting some air, he tilted her jaw, “Keep your eyes on me pretty doll,” he groaned out when Isabelle shut her eyes. She instantly obeyed him. He plunged himself back into her and this time he went faster, deeper, he was close, and she was gagging, but he didn’t stop. Tears slipped from the corner of her eye, now she understood why he said he was going to teach her a lesson.

He finally released it in her mouth, then he pulled out, “Swallow it all,” he commanded, and she obeyed. He lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso, then he placed a kiss behind her ear, his hands stroking her hair. “You did well, pretty doll, Now it’s time for the main course,” he muttered behind her ear.

“F*ck, I can feel your juice dripping on me,” he murmured under his breath as he carried her to the bed.

Isabelle was already tired, she didn’t have the strength to reply to him, all she had to do now was survive the main course.

He dropped her on his king sized bed, and his lips found hers again, and they both devoured each other's lips. The kiss went on as his hand roamed her bare body, and she could feel her wetness pumping excessively. His fingers found her c******s, and he played with it like he was some pro, sending her mind reeling in clouds.

A moan tore from her throat as he slowly he slipped two fingers into her honey pot, “f**k, you’re so wet and warm,” he cursed into his breath.

His skilled fingers slipped in and out of her in eloquent graceful speed, her back arched upwards and the room echoed with her moan and cry of pleas. The moans grew louder as she as Alex kept on the good work.

“Alex,” she called his name like a desperate prayer as she was close.

“Come for me, pretty doll,” he urged. His voice was more like a groan.

“Alex!” she screamed his name as her body shrouded and in a split second, she came on his hands.

She was still trying to catch her breath, and return from the euphoric journey, when he turned her. He made go on all fours,her ass perfectly arched towards him, then without a warning he plunged his now hard member into her wet core, and his action earned him a loud cry from her.

He thrust in and out of her mercilessly, with feral speed, once again the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, moans and groans, he spanked her hard as he muttered sweet nothingness into her ears.

Isabelle was on the verge of losing her sanity as her mind went hazy and the ecstatic feeling returned. He really meant what he said when he mentioned he was going to teach a lesson. She was sure before the lesson came to an end she would lose her ability on how to walk.

His fingers dug into her hair pulling it slightly as she felt his c**k grow bigger inside her- he was close and so was she.

Just when everything was about to erupt he pulled out abruptly. Isabelle's eyes widened, it was as if everything came crashing down. She turned sharply to him only to see a smug grin playing on his lips,

“That’s all for today pretty doll, hope you’ve learnt your lesson.