Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

Roman’s POV

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The head of my cock pushed inside her entrance. She was so tight and wet. Her mouth fell open and a breathy gasp escaped as she took me deeper, inch by agonizing inch.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her thighs trembling on either side of me. “You’re so big.”

My eyes never left her face as she lowered herself completely onto me. Her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parting.

A long, shuddering moan spilled out as I filled her completely.

The sensation was overwhelming. Her tight heat wrapped around every inch of me, gripping me like a vice.

She sat there for a moment, adjusting to the fullness, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

Then she began to move.

She rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles. Her head tilted back, exposing the long line of her throat. Soft moans escaped with each rotation of her hips.

“Anna,” I groaned, my hands moving to her hips. I never let women ride me. I never gave up that control. But with her, I wanted nothing more than to watch her take what she needed from me.

She looked down at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Roman,” she breathed. “You feel so good inside me.”

I tightened my grip on her hips, helping her move. She picked up her pace, rising until just the tip of me remained inside, then sinking back down. Her breasts moved with each motion. The sight made my mouth go dry.

“That’s it, baby,” I growled. “Take what you need. Use me.”

She leaned forward, her hands sliding up my chest to my shoulders. Her fingers traced the muscles there, exploring, caressing.

Then her nails dug into my skin as she rode me harder, faster. The sound of her wetness filled the room, obscene and perfect with every movement.

I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulling her down harder onto me, “Like this,” I murmured, guiding her rhythm. “Feel how deep I get when you move like this.”

She whimpered, following my lead.

I rose to meet her, thrusting from below. Each time she came down, I drove up into her. The new angle made her cry out.

Pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt exploded through me. Every nerve ending was on fire. Every thrust sent shockwaves of sensation radiating outward.

I felt myself getting close, that familiar tightening in my spine.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped, her movements becoming erratic. “Roman, I’m…”

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open. The room was dark. Silent. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

I blinked, disoriented, trying to understand where I was. The ceiling above me came into focus.

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Chapter 187

I lay there, chest heaving, drenched in sweat. The phantom sensation of her wrapped around me still lingered.

I turned my head to check the time on the nightstand. The clock read 12:47 AM.

I hadn’t slept this late in years.

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Beside me, Anna was still asleep, curled on her side facing away from me. The sheet had slipped down to her waist, revealing the curve of her spine and the graceful line of her shoulder. Absolutely gorgeous.

The room was still dim. I hadn’t pulled up the blinds last night, and the heavy curtains blocked most of the morning light. Just enough filtered through to cast her in a soft glow.

My cock was rock hard, straining against my pants, demanding immediate release. The dream had been so vivid. I could still feel her moving on top of me, still hear her moaning my name.

Last night came flooding back. Her tied to the bed. The vibrator. The way she’d fallen apart under my touch. The things she’d confessed, the vulnerability in her voice when she’d admitted she still wanted me.

And Pierre. That bastard put her in that position, made her desperate and helpless.

Rage mixed with my arousal. I’d deal with Pierre later. Right now, I needed to deal with this.

I couldn’t lie beside her another second, not with her so close, so beautiful, and fucking untouchable.

Carefully, I slid out from under the covers and stood. My cock tented my pants obscenely.

I moved to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind me.

The fluorescent light made me wince. I looked like hell. Hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot. I’d slept in late and still barely gotten enough rest.

I stripped off my clothes, letting them fall to the floor. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening. I’d been hard for so long it hurt.

I turned on the shower, making the water as cold as I could stand. Maybe it would help clear my head and give me back some control.

I stepped under the spray and hissed as the icy water hit my overheated skin. My cock didn’t soften. If anything, the shock made it pulse harder.

I reached for the soap, lathering my hands. I ran them over my hair first, then down my neck and across my chest. The water washed away the suds as I worked down my back, trying to focus on anything except the woman sleeping in the next

room.

But my hand went lower. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

When my soapy hand wrapped around my cock, I stopped pretending this was just about getting clean.

I stroked slowly, my eyes falling closed. The image of Anna filled my mind immediately. Her naked body beneath me last night. The way she’d writhed and moaned. The way she’d screamed my name.

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