Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Anna’s POV

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I’d known Roman’s sexual desires weren’t ordinary. Bending me over the desk and spanking me, punishment for every disobedience. The way his hand felt against my ass, the sting followed by his soothing touch. I’d thought it was different, but not too far outside typical boundaries. I’d read stories of how some wealthy men. are known to have certain preferences.

But this… this was raw. Sadistic. Primal.

Roman stood and followed behind me, his presence overwhelming even without touching.

“What do you want to know?”

I turned to face him briefly. “Where is this place? I know this isn’t your house.”

He smirked. “My private space in the club.”

I blinked. “What club? The same club I was at when you rescued me?”

“Yes.”

My brows furrowed. “You… you have a private room here?”

My mind raced. So Roman was into exhibitions. Orgies. Whatever happened in this place. And he’d lied when I asked before.

“So you’re into…”

“I co-own the club with a very close friend.”

I stared at him. “You own the club?”

I stepped back, needing distance. He moved with me, closing the gap.

My mind clicked pieces into place.

“I didn’t think a man like yourself would own a club like this, with everything that goes on here.”

Roman tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. His thumb traced my lower lip, the touch sending sparks through my entire body.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Anna. I’ve told you that.”

“Apparently.” I pulled away from his touch before it scrambled my thoughts completely, before I did anything stupid like lean into it. I stepped back again.

“How long have you owned it?”

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“About five years. My friend Zenco pitched the idea. I invested. It’s been profitable.”

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“So all these times…” The first night I’d been here with Laurent flashed through my mind, Roman appearing out of nowhere.

“The first time I was here, you just showed up in the restroom. You have cameras everywhere, watching, don’t you?”

He didn’t look even remotely apologetic.

“Security is important in a place like this.”

I scoffed, stepping back once more. The wall was getting closer.

“That’s not creepy at all.”

“We have security cameras in the club hallways, downstairs, and in specific high-risk areas. But not in the private rooms.”

I shook my head in total disbelief.

“It doesn’t make sense. Why would a man like you, someone in the corporate world who owns one of the largest advertising companies in the country, known for professionalism, own a sex club?”

Roman chuckled, low and dark. The sound vibrated through me.

“Have you heard of investments?”

“Oh, please.” I crossed my arms, backing up another step.

“There are multiple investment ventures you could have chosen. Real estate, tech startups. Why this?”

He seemed to contemplate telling me the truth. Then he said,

“I already told you. My best friend pitched the idea. The money made sense.”

“We both know you don’t need the money.” I gestured around the room, my back nearly against the wall now.

“So this isn’t about profit.”

Roman chuckled again, stepping closer, eliminating the space I’d just created.

“Anna, what billionaire do you know turns down an opportunity to make more money?”

He backed me completely against the wall now, his body mere inches from mine.

“You think my empire sustains itself? Growth requires constant capital flow, smart diversification, and multiple revenue streams.”

His tone was was like a corporate pitch,

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almost convincing.

“Does the world know this side of you? Or am I the only one?”

His eyes fixed on mine.

“Just you.”

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My breath caught. “So you’re sort of leading a double life. To the world, you’re the classic businessman. Underneath, you’re… hosting freakoffs.”

His expression darkened.

“I’ve never cared how the world sees me, and I wouldn’t start now. I kept this part of my life hidden because I keep my personal affairs private. That goes for every other aspect of my life.”

He stepped closer, eliminating what little space remained. His chest nearly touched mine.

“And I don’t host freakoffs. The club is a free space for elites to explore their sexual desires without being judged, with guaranteed security and discretion. They choose what to do with that freedom.”

“Potato, potahto.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you going to ask me what you really want to know, or are you going to stand there and judge me all day?”

I swallowed hard, still trying to process.

“Do you… sleep with multiple women in this space? Have exhibitions? Orgies? Just like Pierre?”

His expression turned cold.

“Don’t compare me to that bastard.”

I held up my hands in mock surrender, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“I’m just trying to make sense of this part of your life.”

He ignored my tone completely.

“I’ve already told you. The women I have intimate relationships with are willing. They come to me to explore. And I don’t do multiple women. I see one woman at a time, within the terms of the contract.”

My chest constricted. “So this was the kind of mistress you wanted me to be.”

I looked back at the paintings. Women bound, gasping and vulnerable.

“That’s what you wanted to do to me.”

“The terms of our relationship would have been in the contract. We would have talked about what you were

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comfortable with before signing.”

“I’m more grateful than ever that you said no that night.” The words came out harsh, intentionally meant to sting him.

“I would never have been into any dark, sick shit like this.”

His face hardened. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I stepped to the side, trying to escape the cage of his body.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t want to be tied up like some wild animal.”

He moved with me, blocking my path. His grin was wicked, almost taunting.

“You can’t know unless you’ve tried. And it’s for your pleasure, Anna, not mine.”

My pulse spiked. I moved back again.

“I’ll pass.”

“Let me show you.”

I pretended I didn’t hear him, focusing on the paintings again. Then finally,

“No.”

“If you’re so sure your answer would be no, then you have nothing to fear. You’ll hate it, right? And I’ll never speak of it again.”

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