Reborn Assassin Wife: The Ruthless Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 3: A Burning Need

☆☆Yelena☆☆

The party music pulsed like a second heartbeat in my chest. I slipped out a side door, my body burning from the inside out. My skin felt too sensitive against the thin fabric of my dress; every brush of silk sent electric sparks racing up my nerves. The drug Natalie had slipped into my drink was merciless, flooding my veins with liquid fire. My core throbbed with an empty, aching need that demanded release.

I snatched one of the Romanov family’s spare keys from the valet stand, pretending I was entitled to it, and slid behind the wheel of a sleek black car. The engine roared to life, and I drove through the glittering streets toward Eclipse, the city’s most exclusive private club. Senators, criminals, and billionaires moved through its shadowed halls without exchanging names. No one here could leak my identity. A scandal was the last thing I needed right now.

Inside, the lights were low and sultry, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume, sweat, and sin. I ordered a tall glass of water, hoping it would help flush the drug from my system, and scanned the room. People lounged in private booths while others disappeared behind velvet curtains. My mind was hazy, my thighs already slick with arousal.

I approached the host and requested a room and a male escort for the night. Then, remembering Yelena might still be a virgin, I quietly told the host not to worry about the escort and simply took the key to room 114.

But my thoughts were muddled by the drug. Heat rolled through me in relentless waves. I meant to head toward room 114, but my feet carried me to room 140 instead. My fingers trembled as I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The moment I stepped inside, I began stripping, desperate for a cold bath. The dress felt like sandpaper against my fevered skin. I peeled it off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet, followed quickly by my lace bra. My breasts spilled free, my n*****s already tight and aching. I reached for my panties

Then the bathroom door opened.

A young man stepped out, wearing nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets traced the hard ridges of his abs and the sharp V that disappeared beneath the fabric. He was tall, with broad shoulders, dark tousled hair, and a jawline that could cut glass. His eyes locked onto my bare body with immediate intensity.

I froze, realizing with a jolt of humiliation that I was in the wrong room.

I was completely topless, my skin flushed pink with the drug’s merciless heat, my n*****s pebbled and begging for touch. I tried to speak, to apologize and leave, but no words came out, only a soft, needy whimper escaped my lips. I pressed my thighs together instinctively, trying to ease the throbbing emptiness between them.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice low and rough with a hint of amusement.

“If you’re the girl my PA sent, I don’t need you tonight. You can go.”

The way he said it so dismissive, so controlled this only made the fire in my belly burn hotter. My body clenched around nothing, a fresh wave of wetness soaking my panties. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and unbearably aroused.

He took a step toward me, clearly intending to escort me out.

That single movement broke something inside me.

Before he could say another word, I surged forward, grabbed the front of his shirt, and crushed my mouth to his in a bruising, desperate kiss. He tasted like whiskey.

He pulled back just enough to growl against my lips, before he could say anything I told him

“Shut up.”

I didn't wait for his reply as I pulled him closer. Power radiated from every inch of his body.

He growled low in his throat, his hands gripping my waist possessively as he backed me against the wall. The cool surface pressed against my bare back, a shocking contrast to my overheated skin. His mouth claimed mine again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against mine in a hot, demanding stroke that made my knees buckle.

My hands roamed frantically over his chest, pushing his black shirt off his broad shoulders. I felt the hard, sculpted muscle beneath my palms, the heat of his skin. My fingers traced the ridges of his abs, then dipped lower, tugging at the towel until it fell away.

He was already hard thick,and flushed dark.

I wrapped my hand around him, stroking once, twice, feeling him throb hot and heavy in my grip. He was big bigger than I’d expected in my drug-fueled haze and the thought of him stretching me made me whimper against his mouth.

He broke the kiss with a rough sound, his lips trailing down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. One large hand cupped my breast, his thumb circling my sensitive n****e before pinching it firmly, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me. I arched into his touch, a broken moan escaping me.

“You’re burning up,” he murmured against my skin, his voice dark with lust.

His other hand slid down my stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my soaked panties. He cupped me, feeling how drenched I was.

“f**k… so wet already.”

Two thick fingers parted me, stroking slowly before finding the most sensitive spot. He circled it at first, then faster, applying just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. My head fell back against the wall, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The drug amplified every touch, turning it into pure fire.

He pushed one finger inside me, then another, testing, stretching. I tensed around him instinctively, my body reacting to the intrusion.

“you are tight,” he groaned, pumping them slowly. “So f*****g tight… You sure you can take me, sweetheart?”

I could only moan in response, my hips moving against his hand, chasing the overwhelming sensation building inside me.

We barely made it to the bed.

He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me the few steps and dropped me onto the mattress. I bounced once before he was on me again, tearing my panties down my legs with one sharp tug.

I lay completely exposed, my body flushed and trembling.

He knelt between my legs, one hand gripping my thigh, spreading me wider. His other hand moved along his length before he leaned down, dragging himself against me slowly, teasing, deliberate.

The sensation made me cry out, my back arching off the bed.

“Please…” I whispered, my voice raw.

The drug and my own need stripped me of restraint.