Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181

Roman’s POV

Damn. Every thought in my head went blank except one. I wanted to replace her hands with mine.

“Anna?”

“I can’t help it.” Her voice was strained. “I feel… I can’t…

I sat up and turned the light back on.

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She was touching herself through my shirt, her hands moving down her thighs now. Her face was flushed deep red and her breathing ragged.

The sight of her like this, lost to sensation, needing release, made my cock throb. It made me want to give her everything she was begging for.

But I couldn’t let her go further. Not like this. Not when she didn’t know what she was doing.

“Anna, stop.”

“I can’t.”

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. “You’re drugged. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing!” Tears streamed down her face. Please, Roman. It hurts. Make it stop.”

“You’re not in your right mind. I can’t.”

“You just don’t want me!” She sobbed. “You never did!”

“That’s not true.”

“Then help me!”

Her hand moved down between us and touched me, her palm pressing against my cock through my pants.

Then she started stroking, her fingers exploring the length of me through the fabric.

Heat shot up my spine. My hips jerked forward before I could stop them.

She was killing me.

I caught her wrist but not before a groan escaped my throat.

Fuck, I needed control.

“Whoa. Let’s not go there.”

“Why not?” She looked up at me with those big eyes, all innocene except for the hand that had just been wrapped around my cock. “You like it. I can tell. It’s very… enthusiastic.”

She wasn’t wrong. My body had gone rigid with want, every muscle locked in place to keep me from doing what I desperately wanted to do.

I ran my hand through my hair, torn between wanting to help her and knowing she couldn’t consent like this. Every nerve in my body was on fire. If she touched me like that again, I’d lose it completely.

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12:16 Mon, Apr 13

Chapter 181

“Come on. You need a cold shower.”

I pulled her out of bed into a sitting position, keeping her from slipping back under the covers.

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She reached for me again, fingers catching at my shirt. I moved Her hands away, one by one, keeping distance even as she kept trying.

I stripped the shirt off her quickly before she could tangle herself further into me.

Then I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bathroom, away from the bed before she could pull us both back into it.

Once inside, I set her down carefully.

She stumbled, leaning heavily against me. Her body pressed flush against my side, her breasts soft against my ribs.

I kept her bra and panties on, refusing to remove them. If I saw her completely naked right now, I’d lose the last shred of control I was holding onto.

I guided her into the shower stall, steadying her as she stepped inside.

I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature to cold.

She shrieked when the water hit her. “It’s freezing!”

“That’s exactly what you need.” I kept my voice firm. “You said you were feeling hot earlier.”

“Not anymore!” She tried to step out, but I blocked her.

The water soaked through her bra and panties almost instantly, molding the lace to her skin. Her nipples were visible through the wet fabric, hard and begging to be touched. Her body was perfect, with curves in all the right places, and seeing her like this was torture.

She played with the water, splashing it at me. “This is cruel. You’re so mean to me.”

“I’m trying to help you.”

“Help me by getting in here.” She reached for me, her fingers trailing down my stomach, tracing the lines of my abs.

“You’re supposed to protect me, aren’t you? What if I slip and hit my head and die? You’d feel terrible. You’d probably cry at my funeral. Maybe even give a speech about how you should hale gotten in the shower with me when you had the chance.”

The logic was insane but somehow she made it sound reasonable

“I think that’s a bad idea.”

“No, it’s not.” She stepped closer, her wet body pressing against mine. “What if I fall? I thought you were my protector. My big, strong protector who carries me around and beats up bad guys who try to hurt me, like that loan shark guy.”

Her finger lifted, pointing vaguely,

“And Pierre.” She let out a soft, tipsy laugh. “Isn’t this also part of our job description? Shower safety?”

There was a teasing lilt to her voice that I’d never heard before.

As if to prove her point, she shifted her weight and her foot slipped on the wet tile.

I lunged forward, catching her before she could hit the ground. The movement pulled me directly under the spray, water drenching me completely.

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Chapter 181

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