Reborn Assassin Wife: The Ruthless Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 4: F*cked It Out Of My System

☆☆Yelena☆☆

He pressed the thick head against my entrance, feeling my tightness resist at first. Slowly, he pushed forward.

I gasped sharply as he began to stretch me.

Inch by inch, he sank into my tight p***y. My walls clenched and fluttered around him. The pain of being stretched for the first time mixed with overwhelming pleasure, amplified mercilessly by the drug.

I felt so full, almost too full yet my body craved more, my hips lifting to take him deeper.

“f**k… you’re strangling me,” he groaned, his voice strained.

His hands moved to my hips, holding me steady as he worked himself deeper, watching my face contort between pleasure and pain.

“you are so tight… so perfect.”

My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red trails down his back. Every slow thrust sent sparks exploding behind my eyes. My body throbbed, every nerve hyper-aware. I could feel every inch of him inside me, hot, hard, and pulsing.

My inner muscles tightened around him instinctively, reacting, pulling him deeper.

He began to move faster, his hips snapping forward in deep, powerful strokes that rocked the bed. One hand slid up to pinch and roll my n****e, while the other gripped my waist, tilting my hips so he could hit that angle with every thrust.

The sounds filled the room sharply

I moaned, my head pressing back against the pillow, completely lost in the sensation it was raw, intense abd consuming.

He leaned down, capturing my mouth in another fierce kiss as he drove into me harder, grinding his body against mine with each thrust. The pressure built higher and higher inside me, my body reacting uncontrollably around him.

I was already so close.

The drug pushed everything to the edge with ruthless speed.

Then, with a low, possessive growl, he suddenly pulled out almost completely, his hands gripping my hips firmly.

Before I could react, he flipped me over onto my stomach in one smooth, powerful motion.

He drove into me ruthlessly from behind, the new angle forcing him impossibly deeper. I cried out into the pillow, my fingers twisting in the sheets as the sudden, brutal fullness stole my breath. My walls clenched hard around his thick length, still fluttering from the loss and the instant reclaiming. The drug made every sensation sharper, hotter, turning the sting of the stretch into liquid fire that pooled low in my belly.

“f**k! yes,” he growled, his voice rough and dark with lust. One large hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pinning my upper body down while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. He pulled back slowly, letting me feel every veined inch sliding out, before slamming back in with a wet, obscene slap of skin on skin.

The position left me completely at his mercy my ass raised, my face buried in the pillow, my body trembling as he took me with deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust ground against that sensitive spot inside me, sending shockwaves of pleasure crashing through my veins. My thighs shook, my toes curled, and incoherent moans spilled from my lips with every snap of his hips.

He leaned over me, his chest hot against my back, his breath ragged against my ear. “Take it all, baby. Every f*****g inch.” His free hand snaked underneath me, fingers finding my swollen c**t and rubbing tight, merciless circles that matched the rhythm of his c**k.

The pressure inside me coiled tighter, faster, the drug amplifying everything until I felt like I was about to shatter. My inner walls rippled and squeezed around him uncontrollably, milking his thick shaft as he drove into me harder, faster, the bed creaking violently beneath us.

“I’m—oh god—I’m gonna—” My voice broke into a sharp, desperate cry as the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My whole body seized, thighs clamping together, p***y pulsing and gushing around him in rhythmic spasms that dragged a guttural groan from his throat.

He didn’t stop. He f****d me through it, hips snapping relentlessly, drawing out every last tremor until I was a sobbing mess beneath him.

Only then did his rhythm falter. His grip on my hip tightened almost painfully, and with a few final, brutal thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, broken grunt. I felt the hot, thick spurts of his c*m flooding deep inside me, filling me until it leaked out around his c**k with every shallow grind of his hips.

He stayed buried inside me for long moments, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling. His lips brushed the back of my neck in a surprisingly gentle kiss as the last aftershocks rippled through us.

Finally, he eased out slowly, a low hiss escaping him at the sight of his c*m dripping from my used entrance. He collapsed beside me, pulling my limp, spent body into his arms, his hand stroking soothingly down my spine.

He had f****d the drug out of my system and ended up making me float in a exhaustion as sleep finally claimed me.

☆☆☆☆

I woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the heavy curtains, my body deliciously sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. For a few blissful seconds, everything was hazy and warm. Then my eyes landed on the naked man sprawled beside me broad shoulders, tanned skin, dark hair tousled from sleep.

Reality slammed into me.

Holy s**t.

Memories crashed back in vivid, filthy details the way he’d pinned me down, the deep, punishing thrusts, the way he’d growled against my neck as he came inside me. My cheeks burned. I had let a complete stranger f**k me senseless in his hotel suite… and I had loved every second of it.

He was still sleeping, one muscular arm thrown possessively over my waist. Carefully, I slid out from under his hold, heart hammering. I gathered my scattered clothes from the floor dress, panties, heels and dressed as quietly as I could, wincing at the ache between my thighs with every movement.

I was almost at the door when it hit me.

He thought I was an escort.

The misunderstanding sat heavy in my stomach.

No.

Absolutely not.

I wasn’t going to let him believe he’d paid for last night.

If anything, I had used him. I had taken what I wanted from a ridiculously hot stranger and walked away satisfied.

I dug into my purse, pulled out a few crisp bills, and hesitated only a second before adding a couple more. Then I snatched a notepad and pen from the desk and scribbled quickly:

“For the night. Thanks for the ride. – Your ‘Client'”

I placed the cash and note on the bedside table where he’d see them, took one last look at his sleeping form, and slipped out of the room without a sound.

Let him think whatever he wanted.

I had used him. Nothing more.