Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Anna’s POV

Roman kept watching me, like he could see every panicked thought hitting me at once.

“I…” I swallowed hard. “I guess I will have to do what you say.”

The admission tasted like defeat. Either way, I was damned.

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Behind me, Roman’s body shifted closer, his heat radiating against my back as he removed what little space remained between us.

“Good girl. His voice dropped to a low, rough rumble that wrapped around me like dark silk. “Finally learning your place.”

His hands slid down from my waist with agonizing slowness. His fingers spread across my hips in a possessive hold before tightening hard enough to bruise.

Without warning, he yanked me back against him, rough, demanding, claiming, until my ass was molded perfectly against his groin.

And then I felt it.

Gosh.

He was rock hard. His cock pressed insistently against the curve of my ass, straining against expensive fabric that did nothing to hide his size.

My face burned as my fingers gripped the desk. A sweet rush tore through my body, threatening to pull my knees out from under me.

He actually wanted me.

The realization should have horrified me and sent me running.

Part of me wanted to fight. The rational voice kept screaming to push him away, to end this twisted power play before it swallowed me whole.

But there was another part. A reckless, daring part I had tried to bury. The part that was thrilled at how helpless I felt to resist him.

What happened to boundaries? What happened to calling this a mistake?

Days ago he had been ice. He told me we needed distance and professionalism, that what happened between us could never happen again.

But now his hands gripped my hips like he could not stand the idea of letting me go.

Then he moved.

His hips pressed forward, rolling into me, grinding that hard cock against me in one slow, strong push that sent a deep rush of pleasure through me.

I gasped as I felt him harden even more, his cock swelling and throbbing against my ass. A raw groan broke from his chest.

“Fuck,” he rasped against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Annabeth Winters?”

He ground against me again, harder this time. His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled me back to meet his thrust. The

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friction sent shockwaves through my core. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning.

He felt so good.

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Arousal flooded between my thighs. Wetness soaked through my panties, dampening the fabric as my pussy clenched desperately around nothing. The ache intensified, deep and impossible to ignore.

I squeezed my thighs together, searching for any relief, but it only made me more aware of the slickness coating my inner thighs. More aware of how badly I wanted him to fill that emptiness

Stop. You cannot want this. You cannot want him.

But my body betrayed me, arching slightly, pressing back into him even as my mind screamed no.

One of his hands released my hip and trailed up my spine with maddening slowness. His fingers traced every vertebra through my shirt, leaving heat in their wake until they tangled in my hair.

He fisted the strands and pulled, not cruelly, but with enough force to make my scalp tingle and my head tilt back, exposing my throat.

Another groan rumbled from deep in his chest, vibrating against my back. The sound shot straight through me like an electric current.

I wanted to surrender completely and let him take whatever he wanted from me.

But I had to hold onto my last shred of dignity.

“Mr. Blackwood…” The words escaped breathy and broken. “Please, let me go.”

Even to my own ears, I sounded unconvincing. My body told a different story, trembling and silently begging for more.

Suddenly, his hands disappeared..

The loss of contact felt like being doused in cold water. He stepped back so abruptly I nearly stumbled. Cold air rushed between us where his heat had been.

Before I could catch my breath, his hands gripped my shoulders and spun me around.

My back hit the desk. I grabbed the edge, knuckles white, legs shaking.

And I saw it on his face.

Confusion flashed in his eyes for a moment, as if he could not understand what had just happened. His pupils were blown wide with lust, nearly swallowing the blue of his irises.

But beneath the hunger, I caught a flash of panic at what had just happened.

Like he had lost control and did not know how to get it back.

Or maybe I was reading him wrong. I had so little experience.

“The money will be wired tomorrow.” His voice was strained. He ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and tried to pull himself together.

Tomorrow.

The word cut through the haze of lust and dragged me back to reality.

My family. Drago. The deadline.

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“Can you do it today?” My desperation slipped out. “Please, I nee…”

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“What is so urgent?” His eyes narrowed, searching my face. “What do you need three hundred thousand dollars for, Anna?”

I bit my lip, unable to meet his eyes. “It is personal.”

His hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at him. His touch burned through my skin.

“Unless you are willing to tell me these personal matters,” he demanded, “you will wait until tomorrow.”

Tell him. Tell him the truth about Drago.

I could not. He already thought the worst of me. I knew exactly how this would go.

He will not believe you. He will think it is another lie, another way to use him.

“Fine.” I whispered. “Tomorrow.”

Desire flashed in his eyes. He leaned in, caging me against the desk. His lips hovered just above mine, close enough that I could taste mint on his breath.

My breath hitched.

Is he about to kiss me?

God, I do not want him to, do I?

No. No.

His mouth lowered slowly, almost teasing. For a moment, I was sure he was going to kiss me.

Then his phone buzzed.

He straightened at once, pulling back as if he had just snapped back into reality. His professional mask returned, shutting everything else down.

“I have a lunch meeting with an investor in thirty minutes.” His voice was businesslike. “And you are coming along.”

I stood there, chest heaving, legs trembling, stunned at how quickly he could turn off whatever had just happened. Like flipping a switch.

Get it together. You can fall apart later.

I pushed off the desk and smoothed my shirt with shaking hands. My body still tingled everywhere he had touched. My panties were still wet. My core still throbbed with need.

Roman was already at the door, waiting with calm patience. Like he had not just dragged me against his hard cock. Like he had not groaned into my hair as if he was losing control.

“Miss Winters,” he called coolly. “We do not have all day.”

I forced my legs to move. Every step felt shaky.

Just get the money tomorrow. Save them. Then figure out how to survive this man without losing yourself.

But as I walked past him and his hand settled possessively on the small of my back. And I knew it was already too late.

I had sold myself to the devil.

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And he was going to collect every piece of me, one degrading igment at a time.

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