Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: He Was No Average

Anna’s POV

My CEO was utterly shameless.

My back was pressed against the wall, trapped between the cold surface and the scorching heat of his body.

I could feel every hard plane of his chest, every ridge of muscle pressed against me.

Damn it. I lied when I said I’d seen bigger.

The truth was, I’d never seen one in real life before. Running into Roman in his bathroom, the towel slipping, seeing him naked, hard, and far bigger than I expected, made me realize I’d never seen anything like that, not even in all the hours of so-called research I’d forced myself to watch when writing smut scenes. As an erotic romance writer, I’d done my research. I knew the statistics, the averages, the percentages.

And Roman Blackwood was not average.

He was among the top percentage, the kind of size that made me wonder how it would even fit. Eight inches, maybe more. Thick enough that my fingers probably wouldn’t touch if I wrapped my hand around him. Feeling him pressed against me, separated only by thin layers of fabric, made heat pool between my thighs. My body responded traitorously, growing needy despite my fury.

But I couldn’t let him know how badly he affected me.

I was furious that he’d mocked me earlier, that he’d seen through my lie about not being embarrassed. He always wanted to box me into this role, the naive virgin, the innocent girl who blushed at everything. And yes, I was a virgin, but he didn’t need to know that. I wanted to break out of that shell, to be seen as experienced and confident.

I pushed against his wet chest, trying to create space between us. “Mr. Blackwood, you need to…”

The words died in my throat the moment my palms made contact with his bare skin.

Oh God.

He was hard. Solid muscle beneath warm, wet skin. Water trickled down the planes of his chest, following the defined ridges of his abs. My eyes betrayed me, trailing down from where my hands rested, watching the droplets slide lower and lower.

I couldn’t help but stare. Couldn’t help but notice how his chest rose and fell with each breath, how his skin gleamed in the dim light, how absolutely magnificent he looked.

Now I regretted calling him average. It was a blatant lie, and from the furious look on his face, he was going to

pay.

“Mr. Blackwood, I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he echoed my words back to me. “Average, huh?”

There was a dark gleam in his eyes, absolutely sinister. His fingers came up to trail down the side of my neck, feather-light touches that sent shivers racing down my spine.

“Is that really what you think, Anna?”

His fingers moved lower, tracing the column of my throat, then down between my breasts. I felt it everywhere, a tingling sensation that spread through my body like wildfire. My nipples hardened into tight peaks, clearly visible through my damp shirt.

His gaze dropped. “Look at that. I’ve barely touched you, and your nipples are already begging for my mouth.”

He brushed over them, not quite touching, just ghosting across the sensitive peaks through the fabric. I gasped, my back arching involuntarily off the wall.

“Mr. Blackwood…”

“I love the way you say my name when you’re turned on, he murmured, his mouth dangerously close to my ear. Successfully unlocked!

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Chapter 41: He Was No Average

“But I think you’d be doing more than talking soon.”

His fingers continued their torturous path, trailing down the center of my body, over my stomach. Every muscle in my abdomen clenched as he moved lower and lower, until his hands traced down my thighs. “Your skin feels like fire, Anna. So warm. So responsive to every little touch.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper that made my core clench. “Do you want me to keep going?”

I didn’t trust my voice. The anger, the embarrassment, the fear, none of it stopped me. I nodded.

“Use your words,” his thumb brushing across my bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. “I need to hear you say it.” “Yes.” It came out breathy, desperate, barely recognizable as my own voice. “Keep going.”

Then his hand slipped deeper, moving with agonizing slowness between my thighs.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded softly.

I hesitated for only a second before complying, my thighs parting slightly. His fingers pressed between them, parting them wider.

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “Good girl.”

The words sent heat flooding through me. My core clenched, already wet and aching for him. I wanted him so badly it hurt, a physical ache that demanded to be satisfied.

When his fingers finally reached my center, I felt them stroke over my panties, feeling the damp fabric.

“Fuck, Anna,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You’re soaking wet. I can feel it through your panties.”

Embarrassment flooded through me, but it was mixed with an undeniable arousal that made my legs tremble.

His fingers stroked along my slit through the thin fabric, tracing the outline of my lips, finding the wet heat there.

I trembled against him, my hands clutching at his shoulders for support.

“Is this all for me?” he asked, his fingers continuing their maddening exploration until they pressed against my clit through the fabric. “Or do you get this wet for every man you claim to have seen naked?”

“I…” The words caught in my throat as he increased the pressure, circling slowly.

“Just as I thought.” His mouth found my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. “Your body doesn’t lie, even when that pretty mouth does.”

His fingers continued to stroke me through my panties, never quite giving me enough pressure, never quite touching me the way I desperately needed. It was sweet, agonizing torture.

“Please,” I whispered, my hips moving against his hand involuntarily.

“Please what?” He nipped at my earlobe. “Tell me what you want, Anna. I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Touch me,” I gasped out. “Please, just…”

“I am touching you.” His fingers pressed harder against my clit, making me cry out. “But I think you want more, don’t you? You want me to slide these wet panties aside and feel how tight you are. How ready.”

My core clenched at his words, more wetness flooding between my thighs.

“Your pussy is clenching, isn’t it?” he murmured against my neck. “I can feel it even through the fabric. You’re so responsive, so desperate for me.”

He stroked along my entrance again, pressing the fabric slightly inside. “Do you want me to touch you properly? Skin to skin?”

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“Yes,” I breathed, beyond caring about anything except the need burning through me.

“Then admit it,” he commanded, his fingers stilling. “Admit that you lied. That I’m the biggest you’ve ever seen. That you’re nowhere near as experienced as you pretended to be. I’m giving you two options,” he said as he stilled. “Admit that you lied, or let me slide your panties aside and find out what I already know to be true. That you’re tight, and my cock would probably split your virgin pussy open and have you screaming.”

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Panic cut through the haze of desire. No. He couldn’t find out. The truth would prove him right about everything, shove me back into the box I’d been fighting so hard to escape.

His fingers moved again, sliding down to my entrance, teasing, dipping just enough to pull a loud gasp from

“I…” I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re the biggest I’ve ever seen.”

A slow, satisfied smirk curved his mouth.

“I thought you’d choose option two,” his tone had a sarcastic undertone. “Given how desperate you are for me. But for now, you admitting you’re a dirty liar will do.”

His words were humiliating, and they stung deeply.

Then, just like that, he pulled away.

His hand withdrew, his body stepped back, and I was left trembling against the wall, aching, empty, and furious.

He’d been seducing me to get the truth. That’s all. A game to prove his point, to break down my defenses.

He smirked, catching me staring at him with wide, betrayed eyes.

“Quit trying to act like you’re experienced,” he leaned in, nuzzling against my neck like a predator scenting blood. “I can smell your innocence, Anna. Sweet and untouched. I can almost taste it.”

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