Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 101

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Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Anna’s POV

Fire sparked in my chest. “Mr. Blackwood, I can roll my eyes at you as many times as I want.”

I felt his fingers dig into my skin through the towel. “Anna. Don’t test me.”

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“And what are you going to do?” The challenge left my lips before I could stop it. “You can’t exactly spank me

now.”

His eyes darkened as a predatory smile spread across his face. “Anna, you’re on my property. In my home. Wearing my towel.”

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “I own your time. Every second you’re here belongs to me. Office or not.”

My pulse spiked. Heat pooled low in my belly despite my attempt at defiance.

“That’s not how it works,” I said, but my voice trembled.

“Isn’t it?” His hand slid lower on my back, possessive. “You signed a contract. Twenty-four seven availability. That means you’re mine whenever I need you. Wherever I need you.”

“That’s for work purposes,” I protested weakly.

“Is it?” His lips grazed the shell of my ear. “Because right now, I need you to learn some respect. That sounds like work to me.”

My body betrayed me, remembering. The elevator. His hand cracking down on my bare skin. The sharp sting followed by pleasure so intense I had nearly come apart.

I squeezed my thighs together involuntarily.

Of course he noticed.

“You’re thinking about it,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that dark tone. “The elevator. How good it felt when I disciplined you. How wet you got from my hand on your skin.”

“I…

no…”

“Don’t lie to me, Anna.” His hand moved to cup my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I felt how soaked you were. Heard those pretty little sounds you made. You liked it. You like when I take control.”

Heat flooded my face. My body tingled with the memory, arousal and embarrassment mixing inside me.

“That was different,” I whispered.

“How?”

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“Wrong answer.” His grip tightened on my waist. “You have no idea the things I can do to you, Anna. The elevator was just a taste.”

The challenge in his voice sent electricity down my spine.

“Whatever,” I said, the word leaving my mouth before I could stop it.

His entire body went still. The air in the room changed, charged with danger.

“What did you just say?”

Oh no. I knew that tone. I knew that particular word drove him crazy. He had warned me before never to dismiss him with “whatever.” It implied disrespect, indifference, two things Roman Blackwood could not

tolerate.

“I didn’t mean…”

“Whatever.” He repeated the word slowly, each syllable dripping with menace. “You know how much I hate that word. You know exactly what happens when you use it.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. “Roman…”

“You’re challenging me. Testing me.” His hands moved deliberately to the edge of my towel. “You want to see if I’ll follow through. If I meant what I said about consequences.”

“No, I don’t…”

“Yes, you do.” His eyes burned into mine. “You want to know if I’m all talk. If I’ll actually bend you over my knee right here, right now, and teach you some manners.”

My breath came faster. He was right. Some reckless part of me wanted exactly that. Wanted him to prove he meant every word. Wanted to feel that delicious mix of submission and power again.

But the rational part of me knew this was dangerous territory. That letting him have this control over me would change everything between us.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I said, but it sounded more like a question than a statement.

In one swift movement, he lifted me off my feet, strong arms wrapping around my thighs, and carried me to the bed. His muscles flexed beneath his shirt as he moved, raw strength making me feel small and vulnerable.

And so damn aroused.

“Roman! Put me down!” I pounded my fists against his back, but my protests were weak and unconvincing

He sat on the edge of the mattress and, in one fluid motion, positioned me across his lap, stomach down.

The towel rode up super high.

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“I’m going to punish you for being a naughty brat.” His hand rested on the small of my back, heavy and possessive. “Rolling your eyes at me. Talking back. Using that word you know I despise.”

My body was draped across his thighs, and I could feel everything. The hard muscle of his legs beneath me, solid as granite, thighs spread wide to support my weight.

The heat of his hand through the thin towel. And his cock, already semi-hard, pressing insistently against my hip.

He was aroused just from having me like this, vulnerable and at his mercy.

And that knowledge made my own arousal spike even higher.

“This is ridiculous! Let me up!” I tried to push up, but his hand pressed me back down effortlessly.

“Not until you learn your lesson.” His other hand moved to the edge of my towel, fingers teasing the hem. “You should know the rules by now. One spank for every offense. How many was that? The eye roll. The challenge. Whatever.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“Do I look like I’m joking, Anna?”

His palm smoothed over my backside, the towel the only barrier between his skin and mine. But it might as well not have been there at all. I could feel the heat of his hand, the way his fingers flexed possessively against the curve of my ass.

I gasped, my body going rigid over his lap.

“You’re going to count for me,” he continued, his voice intoxicating with an undertone of danger. “And you’re going to thank me after each one. Understood?”

“Like hell I will!”

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