Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Anna’s POV

My ass was on fire.

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Each breath sent stinging heat radiating through me. The pain was impossible to ignore, a constant reminder of his control. But it was not just pain. Desire warred with humiliation, making my thighs tremble and my core clench with desperate need.

The word yes sat at the tip of my tongue, ready to fall.

But I could not. Saying yes meant surrendering, admitting he had this much power over me. That my body would betray every rational thought just for his touch.

And if I gave him that, what would I have left?

His finger pressed slightly, not entering, just applying pressure that made me want to push back.

“Your hips are trembling. Your breathing is ragged.” Another light stroke. “Tell me what you want, Anna.”

What I want is for you to stop torturing me. What I want is to hate you properly without my body screaming for more.

But I bit down on those words and pressed my lips together.

“Still fighting?” His laugh was low and amused. “Even now? When you’re bent over my desk, dripping wet, your ass burning from hand?”

my

Yes. I am still fighting. Because the moment I stop is the moment you win completely.

“I could make you feel so good. All you have to do is say yes.” His finger circled my entrance again, lazy and tormenting.

Each circle made my inner walls clench on nothing, desperate to be filled. “Or I could leave you like this, aching and empty.

Is that what you

want?”

My breath hitched. The temptation was overwhelming.

“That’s not fair.”

“Fair?” He pressed just the tip of his finger inside me. Just barely enough to make me feel the stretch. “Nothing about this is fair, sweetheart. But your body does not care about fair, does it?”

Oh God.

The sensation was electric. My body clenched around it immediately, trying to pull him deeper, trying to take more than he was giving.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was silk and sin.

My thoughts tangled into impossible knots. Yes, stop. No, do not stop. Please keep going. Please leave me alone. I hate you. I need you.

“No…” The word escaped before I could catch it.

Damn it.

“No, what?” He circled again, that finger still just barely inside me “Use your words, Anna.”

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I could feel him smiling behind me, and heard the satisfaction in his voice. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, knew exactly how close I was to breaking.

“Which is it, Anna?” Another circle. Another wave of sensation that made me gasp. “I need consent to push further. To give you what you’re begging for.”

The circles were perfect torture. Each one stretched me slightly made me wetter, made me ache with a need so intense it bordered on pain.

My body was desperate for the release he had given me multiple times already. Addicted to the feeling. Craving it like

oxygen.

And he knew it. He was using it against me.

“Your body has already given me its answer. The words were velet against my ear. “Feel how tight you are around just my fingertip? How you’re trying to pull me deeper? How wet you are”

Stop. Stop talking. Stop making it worse.

But he did not stop.

“I wonder how you’d feel around my cock. How you’d clench and squeeze. How you’d scream when I filled you completely.”

My inner walls clenched at his words. Traitor body.

“All you have to do is say yes.” His other hand slid up my spine, gentle and seductive. “Just one word, Anna. That’s all I need.”

The war in my mind was brutal. Part of me wanted to hold out, screaming the opposite, begging me to just surrender, just give i

“I…”

deny him, to keep some shred of pride. But my body was just get what it needed.

“Yes?” His finger pressed slightly deeper. Just enough to make stas burst behind my eyes.

“I… yes…

The word came out strangled, barely coherent, but it was out.

I had surrendered.

Shame and relief flooded through me in equal measure.

“There’s my good girl.” His voice was pure satisfaction. “So hones when she’s desperate enough.”

Then he pushed. His finger slid inside me properly this time, deep, filling me in a way that made my breath catch in my throat. The intrusion was perfect and overwhelming, stretchinghe, claiming me.

I was tight. I could feel how my body gripped him, how my walls clenched around that single finger, trying to draw him deeper.

A gasp tore from my lips. I needed him to move, needed friction needed anything.

“Fuck.” Behind me, his voice sounded almost undone.

Yes, finally please, more.

I was about to beg when suddenly he stopped. He completely froze, then pulled out.

The emptiness left me aching, hollow, desperate..

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“No!” My voice was anguished. “Roman, what?”

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Then I felt him slide my panties back up. The fabric caught on my sensitive, swollen flesh, making me gasp. He pulled my dress down, smoothing it over my burning ass.

What the hell?

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