Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Anna’s POV

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Roman released me, stepping back with visible effort. His hands lexed at his sides like he was forcing himself not to reach for me again.

“Let’s feed you before you waste away to nothing.”

He took my hand. The gesture was gentle and unexpected.

He led me to the table by the window. Heavy curtains blocked the view, the room still dim despite it being afternoon.

Roman picked up a remote from the table and pressed a button

The curtains glided open with a soft whir.

Light flooded in, afternoon sun, warm and golden. The valley spread out below, all green and beautiful.

He pulled out a chair.

I sank into it, legs still shaky from everything that had just happened.

Instead of taking the seat across from me, Roman settled into the chair beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him.

The spread before us was impressive. Croissants, fresh berries, yogurt parfait, scrambled eggs, bacon, freshly squeezed orange juice, and coffee that smelled like heaven.

My stomach growled audibly.

Roman’s lips twitched. “Hungry, are we?”

‘Starving.” I reached for a croissant, not caring how eager I looked. The buttery pastry practically melted on my tongue, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped.

“Careful.” His voice dropped low. “Keep making sounds like that and breakfast will be the last thing on my mind.”

I ignored him, too focused on the food. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the first bite. I reached for the bacon, the berries, piling my plate without shame.

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Roman watched, one corner of his mouth lifting. “Should I be concerned you’re going to eat everything the chef prepared?”

I paused mid-bite, shooting him a look. “It’s already mid-afternoon, and the dinner we ate last night was around seven, in case you forgot.”

“Oh, I remember.” His grin turned wicked. He leaned forward, forearms on the table. “Though I suppose swallowing my cock doesn’t count as a proper meal.”

I choked.

Coffee went down the wrong pipe, and I coughed violently, eyes watering as I struggled to breathe.

Did he just, oh my God, he did…

Roman moved fast, one hand on my shoulder while the other rubbed firm circles on my back.

“Breathe, Anna. Just breathe.”

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Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Anna’s POV

“I’m sorry, Mr. Blackwood.”

My voice came out weak and breathy.

“Louder.” His fingers pressed higher on my thigh, stopping just short of where my core throbbed for him. “I want to hear that voice you use when you’re coming on my fingers.”

Arrogant, cold-hearted man.

My thoughts screamed what my mouth couldn’t say. I hope you hoke on your smug satisfaction. I hope…

My face went hot. “I’m sorry, Mr. Blackwood!” The words cracked on his name. “Please. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”

He held me there, suspended. I could feel him getting harder beneath me, the thick length pressing into my hip.

He was enjoying every second of my humiliation. It was feeding something dark in him.

Then, almost reluctantly, he lifted me. His hands held me as my feet found the floor, my legs trembling beneath me.

His fingers smoothed the towel back down over my thighs where it had ridden up during my struggle. The gesture was surprisingly gentle.

In some corner of my mind, I felt grateful the towel had stayed tucked throughout the entire mess. The last thing I needed was to give him an even clearer view of what he’d already claimed with his fingers and mouth.

“Good girl”

His thumb brushed my cheek, almost tender. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

I glared at him through the blur in my eyes.

Not from pain, he hadn’t actually spanked me, but from the intensity of it. How easily he’d bent me. Made me submit with just his voice and the threat of his hand.

“I hate you.”

The whisper lacked any real conviction, and we both knew it.

“No, you don’t.” That knowing smile, infuriating. “You hate that you like it when I take control. There’s a difference.”

He was right. I hated him more for that.

I grabbed the garment bag from where it had fallen. “Now if we’re done, I’d like you to leave. I need to get dressed. Alone.”

For a moment, he just stared at me.

Then his head fell back.

A deep, genuine laugh rumbled from his chest, the kind that suggested I’d just told the funniest joke he’d heard in years. His shoulders shook with it.

“Anna…”

He shook his head, eyes bright with amusement.

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Ive seen the most intimate parts of you..

His voice dropped low.

“What difference does it make if I watch you put on a dress?”

My cheeks burned.

And there it was again, that infuriating habit of reminding me ofevery filthy thing we’d done together, as if the memories weren’t already playing on repeat in my mind.

“That’s different, I managed.

“How?”

“It just is!” I clutched the garment bag tighter. “Now turn around and let me change, or so help me God, I’m walking out of here in this towel”

He moved to the bed, settling into the mattress like he had all the time in the world.

A playful smile spread across his face. His legs fell open wider, one arm draped casually across his knee, like he was settling

in for a show.

“Go ahead,” he smirked. Im comfortable here.”

My jaw dropped. “You’re not serious.”

“You have no idea.” His eyes gleamed as they raked over me from head to toe, making me feel stripped bare despite the towel.

Heat crawled up my neck, spreading across my chest. “Turn. Around.”

“Make me.”

“Mr. Blackwood, I swear to God…”

“You know,” his eyes still watched me, “this attitude of yours is going to cost you once more.

My stomach flipped. “What?”

“You heard me.” His smile turned wicked. “If I decide to do you a favor by giving you the privacy you’re so charmingly demanding, that means you owe me.”

“I don’t owe you anything.” Even as I said it, a thrill ran through me.

“Oh, but you do.” He stood and walked toward me. I backed up until my legs hit the edge of a chair. “Think of it as… a debt to be collected.”

“What kind of debt?” I asked, not trusting the gleam in his eyes.

“Anything I want.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “At a time of my choosing. When I decide to collect, you’ll do whatever I ask. No questions. No arguments.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. “That’s… that’s not fair. You can’t just…”

“Can’t I?” He tilted his head. “Would you prefer I stay and watch? Because I’m more than happy to do that instead. In fact, I’m starting to think I’d prefer it.”

He moved toward the bed again, clearly about to sit back down.

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“Wait” The word burst out before I could stop it.

He paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “Yes?”

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I swallowed hard, weighing my options. Let him stay and watch he change, giving him another memory to torment me with later? Or agree to his terms and deal with the consequences when they came?

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “Fine. Whatever you want. At time of your choosing. Are you happy now?”

His smile was bright and triumphant, the smile of a man who’d past won. “Then it’s a deal.”

He spun around fast. “All the privacy you need.”

I didn’t waste time. I hurried to unzip the garment bag, pulling at a soft blue sundress. It was beautiful, similar to the dress he got for me yesterday.

Inside the bag. I also found panties and a bra, lacy, delicate thing that I was certain were ridiculously expensive.

I didn’t bother asking how he knew my size. At this point, nothing about Roman Blackwood surprised me anymore.

I slid on the bra and panties first, then dropped the towel and quickly pulled the dress over my head. The material slid ove my skin, settling around my thighs. I was hyperaware of Roman sitting just feet away, his back still turned.

“You can turn around now.” My voice came out slightly breathless

He turned slowly, and the look on his face stole my breath.

His eyes traced every curve the dress hugged, lingering on the way the fabric draped across my breasts, the way it cinched at my waist before flowing down to mid-thigh.

‘Perfect.” I watched his throat work as he swallowed. “Though the towel was also a perfect fit.”

The praise hit, spreading warmth through my entire body.

Why does his approval affect me like this?

He rose and moved closer, crossing the distance in two measure steps. His hand came up, fingers trailing along my collarbone with light touches that made goosebumps rise on my skin.

“Yesterday,” he murmured, his fingers dipping lower, tracing the edge of the dress’s neckline, “pink was stunning on you… reminded me of a flower garden.”

His fingers skimmed across my cleavage, barely there but burning.

“But today…” His voice dropped lower. “Blue suits you even better”

“Because it matches your eyes?” I meant it as sarcasm, but it came out breathless.

His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Because it matches my eyes And I like the idea of you wearing my color.”

Heat flooded through me. His fingers continued their lazy path along the neckline, his thumb brushing the swell of my breast through the fabric.

“Marking you as mine, even when you’re fully clothed.”

Shivers raced down my spine. I sucked in a breath.

I should pull away. Put distance between us before this went somewhere I couldn’t come back from.

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“Roman…

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“Say my name again,” he commanded, his hand sliding to my waist, pulling me flush against him. “I love how it sounds on your lips

I pressed my palms against his chest, trying to create space. “Roman… I’m… not yours.”

A cynical smirk played at the corner of his mouth. He brushed his knuckles along my jaw.

“Soon.”

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Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Anna’s POV

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Roman released me, stepping back with visible effort. His hands flexed at his sides like he was forcing himself not to reach for me again.

‘Let’s feed you before you waste away to nothing.

He took my hand. The gesture was gentle and unexpected.

He led me to the table by the window. Heavy curtains blocked the view, the room still dim despite it being afternoon.

Roman picked up a remote from the table and pressed a button.

The curtains glided open with a soft whir.

Light flooded in, afternoon sun, warm and golden. The valley spread out below, all green and beautiful.

He pulled out a chair.

I sank into it. legs still shaky from everything that had just happened.

Instead of taking the seat across from me, Roman settled into the chair beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him.

The spread before us was impressive. Croissants, fresh berries, yogurt parfait, scrambled eggs, bacon, freshly squeezed orange juice, and coffee that smelled like heaven.

My stomach growled audibly.

Roman’s lips twitched. “Hungry, are we?”

‘Starving.” I reached for a croissant, not caring how eager I looked. The buttery pastry practically melted on my tongue, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped.

“Careful. His voice dropped low. “Keep making sounds like that and breakfast will be the last thing on my mind.

I ignored him, too focused on the food. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the first bite. I reached for the eggs, the bacon, the berries, piling my plate without shame.

Roman watched, one corner of his mouth lifting. “Should I be concerned you’re going to eat everything the chef prepared?”

I paused mid-bite, shooting him a look. “It’s already mid-afternoon, and the dinner we ate last night was around seven, in case you forgot.”

“Oh, I remember.” His grin turned wicked. He leaned forward, forearms on the table. “Though I suppose swallowing my cock doesn’t count as a proper meal.

I choked.

Coffee went down the wrong pipe, and I coughed violently, eyes watering as I struggled to breathe.

Did he just, oh my God, he did…

Roman moved fast, one hand on my shoulder while the other rubbed firm circles on my back.

Breathe, Anna. Just breathe.”

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