Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 149

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Anna’s POV

Before he could finish, I let my hand drift up his thigh again, this time trailing all the way up until my fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft.

“Hell!” His hand shot down, grabbing my wrist, but it was too late. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” I looked up at him innocently, my hand still wrapped around him but not moving, just holding.

“I can’t. If you move your hand, I won’t be able to stop.” He swallowed hard, his grip on my wrist tight. Almost desperate.

Oh.

The admission made my core clench around nothing, aching to be filled.

He was that close and affected. Just from my teasing, my touches, my breath on his skin.

Even on my knees, even supposedly humiliated, I had all the control here.

I wanted to push him over the edge until that iron control shattered and he gave in to what he was feeling.

But he was still gripping my wrist, holding me in place as he tried to maintain some semblance of control, even as his body betrayed how badly he wanted me.

So I just held him. I didn’t stroke or move. I just kept my hand wrapped around his thick length, feeling every pulse, every twitch, every sign of his desperate need.

“Anna.”

His voice broke through the haze of desire clouding my mind.

I blinked, realizing I had been staring at his cock for, how long? Seconds? Minutes? Time had gotten away from me, lost in fantasies of what I wanted to do to him, what I wanted him to do to me.

“Hmm?” I looked up at him, my voice coming out breathy and affected. Needy,

“You’ve just been staring. What’s the update? Did you burn me or not?”

I swallowed hard, trying to find words.

“I’ll need more time.”

His features hardened even more. “More.”

“Yes.” I squeezed slightly, just enough to make him groan. “I need to be absolutely sure there’s no damage.”

“Anna.”

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“After all, if I hurt you, I should make it better. Shouldn’t I?”

I saw the exact moment his control snapped.

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His hand released my wrist and shot up to grab the back of my head instead, his fingers threading through my hair. Not pulling or forcing, just holding me there as he looked down at me with eyes filled with so much passion.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Am I? I thought I was just doing my job. Being thorough. Following orders.”

“Fuck orders. You’re intentionally trying to drive me insane.”

“Is it working?”

“You know it is. You can feel how well it’s working.”

Yes. I could feel everything. The way he was barely holding back from thrusting into my grip, from taking control, from using my mouth the way we both knew he wanted to.

I wanted more.

I leaned in, my lips parting, ready to take him in my mouth.

“No.” Roman’s hand in my hair tightened suddenly, pulling me back just as my lips brushed the tip. “Not like this.”

“What? Why?” I looked up at him, frustrated, aroused, and confused. Aching. “Roman.”

“Up.” He pulled me to my feet, and I stumbled, disoriented and still gripping him until he gently removed my hand. “When do you ever take command?”

I smiled up at him, breathless and victorious despite my frustration and the throbbing between my legs.

“Just now. You asked me to kneel. I did. You didn’t specify what else I could do while I was down there.”

Heat flashed in his eyes, desire mixed with frustration and grudging admiration.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He released me to pull his briefs back up, tucking his still hard cock away with what looked like considerable difficulty. It looked like it physically pained him to put it away.

I pouted, disappointed and still aching to finish what he started. “Where are you going?”

“We have a meeting in less than thirty minutes. And I need a new suit.”

“But…”

“Third shelf on the left. Blue suit. Bring it here.”

I wanted to argue but held back.

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With a frustrated sigh, I walked into the private bathroom. It was overly big for an office. A mirror. A shower. Even a tub. And a rack of suits at the other end.

I took a moment to breathe, trying to calm the throbbing between my legs.

A few seconds later, I retrieved the suit, navy blue, perfectly tailored, probably worth a fortune.

When I returned, Roman was standing by the desk, watching me with dark, heated eyes that tracked every

movement.

I held out the suit to him.

“Help me.”

“Help you?”

“Get dressed. Since it’s because of you I got undressed.”

This man was pushing all the wrong buttons. Now I was supposed to help him get dressed as though his hands were also burnt.

“Were your hands also affected? I didn’t know.”

His lips twitched. “Pain has a way of making everything difficult.”

I shook my head, not surprised. I laid the suit on the table, then began with the fresh shirt, holding it open as he slid his arms through the sleeves.

When he turned to face me, we were so close I could feel his body heat. I could smell him, that intoxicating scent that made my knees weak.

My fingers trembled as I started buttoning his shirt, trying not to notice the way his muscles shifted beneath my hands, the way his breathing had gone uneven. Trying not to think about running my tongue along those muscles, tasting his skin.

Then I spotted the faint red mark and guilt cut through the haze of lust.

“I’m sorry. About the burn.”

“It’s nothing.” His hand came up to cover mine, holding it against his chest. Against his heart, which was racing as fast as mine. “Just a reminder to be more careful next time.”

“There won’t be a next time. I promise.”

“No more getting angry with me?” There was amusement in his voice, but also something softer, unlike last night. I knew this was the right time to address what I believed was the reason for his reaction.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you. With the coffee or with what I said to Elena.”

His hand tightened over mine, pressing my palm harder against his chest.

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