Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Anna’s POV

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Roman stood in the doorway, his hand still on the doorknob, his entire body frozen in shock.

Horror and mortification crashed over me like ice water. I immediately slid my fingers out and tried to close my legs, tried to pull my dress down, my hands fumbling in panic.

“Oh my God!” The words tumbled out in a rush of embarrassment. “Roman, I… I did not…”

I managed to yank my dress down, but my face burned so hot I thought I might combust. My entire body trembled, whether from the interrupted pleasure or the humiliation, I could not tell.

“I’m so sorry,” I babbled, my voice shaking. “I don’t know what came over me. I should not have… this is so inappropriate. I just…”

“Anna.”

His voice was rough, strained, but he did not move from the doorway. He just stood there, staring at me with an intensity that made my skin heat up even more.

“I’m sorry,” I pleaded again, scrambling off the desk. My legs felt weak. “I’ll just go. I should never have…”

“Stop.”

The command in his voice made me freeze.

“Don’t move.”

I stood there trembling, unable to meet his eyes. My face was on fire, my body still aching with need despite the overwhelming embarrassment.

Roman slammed the door behind him with a loud thud. His face was emotionless as he walked toward me.

I could not quite figure out if he was upset or into it.

“I’m so embarrassed,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself. “I don’t want you thinking this is what I do on your desk when you’re not around.”

I kept blabbing, unable to look at him, words spilling out in a nervous rush.

“I just could not help it, and the door was closed, and you said you would be a while, and I thought…”

“Look at me.”

His voice was softer now, but no less commanding.

I forced myself to meet his eyes. The hunger there made my breath hitch.

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You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Roman stopped directly in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. Watching you spread on my desk, your fingers buried in your heat, moaning my name…”

“But I…”

Your need took over, he interrupted, reaching out to cup my face. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. You could not help yourself. Could you?”

I shook my head mutely, unable to form words.

“Say it,” he murmured. “Tell me what happened.”

*I… I could not hold back,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “After you touched me, after you stopped, I just… I needed…”

You needed release,” Roman finished for me.

His eyes were dark and intense.

You were so desperate you could not wait, so you decided to help yourself.”

“Yes.” I breathed.

“And this is your first time touching yourself like this?”

He wanted to know if I had lied last night, if I had touched myself after sending him those photos.

I shook my head, my face burning even hotter. “Never. I’ve always been too… I could not…”

“But you could tonight.”

His hand slid from my face down to my neck, his thumb resting against my racing pulse.

“Because of me.”

It was not a question, but I nodded anyway.

“Get back on the desk,” Roman ordered softly.

“What? No, I cannot…”

“Yes, you can.” His eyes held mine, brooking no argument. “You were doing it a minute ago. You were moaning my name while you touched yourself on my desk.”

The crude reminder sent a fresh wave of heat through me despite my embarrassment,

“Roman, please…”

“Please what?” He moved closer, backing me up against the desk. “Please let you hide? Please let you pretend you do not want this?”

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“I’m embarrassed,” I admitted, my voice shaking. “This is not… I do not do things like this.”

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“But you did.” His hand moved to my hip, gripping possessively. “And you are going to do it again.”

“I cannot…”

“Yes, you can.”

He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear.

“Last night you told me the first time you touched yourself, you wanted me to watch. So has that changed?”

My thoughts raced. He was right. God, he was right. And maybe, just maybe, a part of me did this hoping he would walk in. But no, I did not want to sound desperate to a man like Roman, who already believed he had control over my desires. I did not want him to know the kind of power he held over me.

“I…” I hesitated, trying to find the right words.

“There is no use denying what you already confessed.”

His hand slid between my breasts, the heat of his palm searing through the silk. My body reacted instantly, arching slightly into his touch. His hand moved lower, down my belly, fingers trailing fire.

Then between my thighs, cupping me firmly, his palm pressing while his fingers curved against my entrance.

I gasped, my knees nearly buckling.

He rubbed slowly, feeling how wet I was through the thin fabric. His fingers pressed harder, sliding along me, and I felt him groan when he realized just how soaked I was for him.

“You’re already trembling,” he said, his voice thick and rough. “This wet just from thinking about me? From touching yourself on my desk?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“This is proof that you want release so badly you can barely stand,” he said, his voice low and rough, “So you will do exactly as I ask.”

A soft sound escaped me, and the truth spilled out.

“Yes. I want to touch myself while you watch.”

A smirk played at Roman’s lips, arrogance flashing in his expression. Then his face hardened back to that controlled mask.

“Get on the desk,” Roman repeated. “Now.”

After a moment of hesitation, my body moved on its own. I hoisted myself back onto the edge of the desk, my dress still bunched around my hips.

“Spread your legs.”

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I obeyed slowly, parting my thighs. Roman’s eyes dropped immediately, and when he saw me still flushed and sensitive from before, a deep groan rumbled from his chest.

His pupils dilated, his breathing grew heavier, and I watched the tension tighten along his jaw.

“Look at you,” he breathed, his eyes locked on me.

My face burned, but I spread my legs wider, exposing myself fully to his gaze.

“Good girl,” Roman murmured. “Now show me. Touch yourself.”

“Roman…”

“Do it, Anna.”

My hand trembled as I reached between my legs. The moment my fingers made contact, pleasure sparked through me and I gasped.

“That’s it,” Roman said softly. “Just like you were doing before.”

He reached for my other hand, the one gripping the edge of the desk, and guided it between my legs as well.

“Use both hands,” he instructed. “One for yourself, one inside.”

“I do not…”

“Yes, you do.”

He positioned my fingers exactly where he wanted them. His hand covered mine, guiding slow, deliberate

movements.

“Like this,” he murmured. “Slow. Feel it.”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Now faster, Good. Just like that.”

Then he took my other hand, positioning two fingers at my entrance.

“Slowly,” he instructed.

I did as he asked, following his rhythm.

“Perfect. Now keep going. Do not stop.”

He let go, stepping back slightly.

I continued, following the rhythm he had set. The pleasure built immediately, my body still sensitive from before.

“Do not stop,” Roman warned. “No matter what, you keep going. Understand?”

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I nodded.

He moved away, and for a moment I thought he was leaving. Then I heard the scrape of a chair.

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I opened my eyes to find Roman sitting directly in front of me, leaning back with his legs spread, his gaze fixed on me.

“Keep going,” he ordered. “I want to watch you lose control.”

“This is so embarrassing,” I breathed, but my hands did not stop.

“This is perfect.”

He shifted in his chair, and I heard the faint sound of movement as he adjusted himself.

“You have no idea how many times I have imagined you on this desk. But seeing it, watching you like this, it is better than anything I could have imagined.”

The sound alone made my movements falter for a second before picking up again.

“That is it,” Roman encouraged. “Faster. Show me how much you need it.”

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