Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 116

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Chapter 116

Chapter 116

Anna’s POV

He chuckled darkly in my ear. “Would you also tell them how you sucked my cock in my car?”

His hand slid higher, between my thighs. “How you rode against me, grinding on my cock until you screamed my name? How you came so hard you soaked through your panties and mypants?”

My face burned with the memory. “You’re never going to let me live that down.”

“Never, he purred.

“You’re an arrogant, condescending bastard,” I spat.

“And you’re my needy, dirty saint,” he shot back.

Then he lifted my dress completely, bunching it at my waist, exposing me from the waist down.

Anyone could walk in and see me like this.

The thought should have horrified me. Instead, it made my clit dench with need. Fresh wetness dripped down my thighs

I wore a black lace thong. The delicate fabric barely covered anything, cut high on my hips with intricate floral patterns that left little to the imagination. The kind of underwear meant to beseen, to tempt and tease.

“Well, well” His voice turned darker.

His fingers traced the edge of the lace, following the curve where it dipped between my cheeks. The touch was feather-light, teasing.

“Did you wear this for me, Anna?” His finger hooked under the fabric, pulling it aside slightly. “Did you put this on this morning hoping I’d see it? Hoping I’d tear it off you?”

Yes. No. The truth was I didn’t know. I wasn’t consciously hoping my boss would bend me over his desk. Or maybe, deep down, I’d been hoping for this since the moment I met him.

“No,” I breathed, attempting to sound tough.

He chuckled, the sound mocking. “Liar.” His fingers skimmed over the lace, feeling the wetness that had already soaked through. “This is beautiful. Delicate. Sexy as hell.”

He traced the waistband. “I bet you felt powerful wearing this under your professional dress, knowing what secret you were hiding.

He caressed my ass, his touch light and teasing. His palm molded to the curve, squeezing gently. “But now I know your

secret.”

Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged the thong down, inch by inch, so painfully slow I wanted to

scream.

The lace peeled away from my skin, clinging to the wetness between my thighs before finally releasing. He pushed it lower, past my knees, until it pooled at my ankles.

I was completely exposed now, pressed against his desk. My face turned to the side, hands tied behind my back, breasts flat against the cool wood, nipples so hard they ached, ass raised in the air, nothing between me and him.

His hands began caressing my ass softly, the touch deceptive, almost tender. His palms were warm and rough as they

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explored every inch of exposed skin.

“I could show you pain that makes you cry,” he murmured.

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His hands moved in a slow rhythm now, from my shoulders, maging every nerve, down my spine to the small of my back. The touch was intoxicating. My body trembled beneath itching into his palms.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

“Then pleasure that makes you scream. Over and over until you body doesn’t know the difference. Until you crave both.”

No. I don’t want this.

But my hips rolled back, seeking his touch. My clit throbbed wi a burning need. I clenched my thighs to suppress it, but it only made it worse,

“The way pain and pleasure mix together,” he continued. His has found a rhythm, tracing from my shoulder blades down. the curve of my spine, lower. Each touch made me gasp, made y core clench.

“How a sting can make you wetter. How being restrained makes very touch more intense. How giving up control can set you free,”

What was he describing?

“I could make you feel things you’ve never felt. Take you places you’ve never been. Show you parts of yourself you’ve kept hidden”

“Say yes.” His voice was hypnotic.

He was rock hard now, nestled between my ass cheeks. He rocke forward, grinding, letting me feel every inch of him through his pants. The length of him made my eyes widen, made my pussy clench with need.

“And I’ll show you everything. I’ll make you mine in every way.”

My hips ground against him, needing more. My breath came in hort gasps. The friction wasn’t enough. I needed him inside, filling me.

His fingers traced higher, closer to where I throbbed. I could feel the heat of his hand near my wetness.

He’s going to feel how wet I am.

I was soaked, the evidence of my arousal impossible to hide. I could feel it dripping down my inner thighs.

Don’t give in. Don’t let him win.

I needed to say something to truly infuriate him, to strike his eg

“You’re a brute, Mr. Blackwood. A masochist who gets off on foreing yourself on women who work for you,” I gasped.

He groaned, the sound primal. “So you want it the hard way.”

I… um… My words trailed off.

His hand left my ass, and I heard him step back. “You want me to break you.”

He wedged his thigh between mine, forcing my legs wider apart until I was exposed to him in the most intimate way.

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