Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Anna’s POV

Arrogant jerk.

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The pressure of my breasts flattened against the desk caused my nipples to tighten against the fabric of my dress.

He parted my legs with his knee, wedging it between my thighs with firm pressure.

No, no, no.

“Let me up, Mr. Blackwood!”

Using his last name was my way to keep things professional and emind him where we were, even though I knew we were far past that point. And there was nothing professional about the way my hips rolled against the table, seeking friction.

“Mr. Blackwood,” he repeated, his voice dropping lower. “I love when you say my name like that. Like you’re trying so hard to remember I’m your boss.”

His hand slid down my spine, possessive. “Like you’re pretending this isn’t exactly what you’ve been fantasizing about.”

Then he reached for my hands, pulling them behind my back roughly. His fingers circled my wrists, holding them together with one large hand.

What was he doing?

“I’ve warned you many times about rolling your eyes,” he drawled, his breath hot on my neck. “It’s time to make you pay.”

“You can’t.” My breath came faster. “It’s barbaric. We’re in the office. Someone might walk in. My life, your reputation, it would all be ruined.”

The thought terrified and excited me all at once. Anyone could walk past those glass walls and see me bent over his boardroom table with him standing behind me.

Roman leaned over me, his large body covering mine completely, pressing me deeper into the desk. I felt him, impossibly hard, pressing against my ass.

His mouth found my ear, the heat of his breath lighting up my insides.

“Fortunately for you, this dirty secret stays between us.” His teeth grazed my earlobe, making me gasp. “You’re mine to punish and pleasure.”

“Roman…” The word came out like a plea.

I tried to get up and push against the table. My palms slid uselessly on the smooth wood.

His hand on my back held me down, ass up, face turned to the side against the cool wood.

“Now you call me by my name,” he purred in my ear, his voice pure sin. “Seems like you’re eager for this punishment more than you’re letting on.” His hips ground against my ass, letting me feel how hard he was. “Your body’s already begging for it.”

This is what you wanted. Stop pretending.

Then I heard a soft beep.

The blinds on the glass walls lowered, dimming the room. A click followed, the door locking.

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Chapter 115

“What’s that?” I asked, my voice shakier than I wanted.

“The magic button,” Roman purred. “No one knows about it. But you do now.”

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His fingers traced patterns on my back, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. “Because you’re special. Because you’re mine.”

He pressed against me. I felt him, thick and hard, pressing against my ass through his pants. The size of him made my core clench. He was enjoying this, every minute of watching me squirm and beg.

And holy shit, so was I, more than I wanted him to know.

“You’re about to be punished severely,” he murmured in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“No. What punishment?” I gasped, my body already trembling with anticipation.

“You can make this easy.” He pressed harder. “Or you can fight me and make it ten times worse for yourself.”

Worse. Gosh.

My core clenched at the thought.

I turned my head, making eye contact. His eyes were filled with lust.

“Asshole,” I hissed.

He chuckled darkly. “That’s more like it. Show me that fire.”

He released my back for a moment, but his knee stayed between my thighs, keeping me pinned and spread. I tried to move, to escape.

“Ugh.” My body betrayed me, arching into his touch instead of away from it.

He chuckled, the sound mocking. “Nice try. Now your punishment has doubled.”

Doubled. What does that mean?

My body trembled. Fear and want tangled together until I couldn’t tell them apart.

Then I heard the sound of silk. He was loosening his tie.

“Roman…”

He grabbed my wrists, pulling them together behind my back as I fought.

The silk slid around them, binding them together.

He was actually tying me up.

The realization sent a delicious tingle through every nerve ending in my body, making fresh wetness coat my

“I already warned you to stop fighting,” he murmured. “You’re only making me want you more.”

My hands stretched behind me, the silk digging into my wrists. stinging feeling spread through my arms as he tighte the knot, testing it, making sure I couldn’t escape.

“Making me want to use you harder.”

“Let me go!” I struggled against the silk, knowing it was useless, and knowing I didn’t really want him to.

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