Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Say The Dirty Word

Roman’s POV

The elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal my penthouse.

Anna stepped out first, and I followed, my eyes locked on the curve of her ass in that dress, the hypnotic sway of her hips.

Every movement she made was torture, a deliberate provocation that made my blood boil.

Before she could take another step, I grabbed her wrist and spun her around. Her back hit the wall with a soft thud, and I was on her in an instant.

My hands captured both of her wrists, pinning them above her head in one firm grip.

I pressed my entire body against her soft curves, caging her completely. My chest crushed against her breasts. My thighs bracketed hers.

My face was so close I could feel her breath on my lips.

There was nowhere for her to go. No escape. And I wanted her to understand that completely.

Her face flashed with shock, those beautiful eyes going wide, lips parting in surprise. “What do you think you’ re doing?”

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I reached around her head and unlaced the mask, letting it drop to the floor, so I could revel in her beauty.

My gaze devoured her face, tracing every delicate feature. The makeup was still flawless, highlighting the elegant curve of her cheekbones.

Those full, pouty lips that had been tormenting me all night. My eyes trailed down the column of her throat, over her collarbones, then lower.

Her breathing had changed completely. Her chest was heaving, those perfect breasts straining against the bodice of her dress like they were desperate to break free. Each rise and fall made my cock throb with painful

need.

“What I should have done the moment Laurent put his hands on you,” I said, my voice a dark rasp.

Confusion flashed across her face. Before she could form a response, I crushed my mouth to hers.

The kiss detonated between us like a bomb.

Her lips were soft and hesitant for half a second before I devoured them.

I kissed her like a man starved, my mouth moving over hers with brutal possession. My tongue demanded entrance, pushing insistently against the seam of her lips.

She resisted for a moment, just long enough to make the victory sweeter when she finally surrendered.

Her lips parted, and I swept my tongue inside.

Pure heaven.

She tasted sweet and forbidden, like everything I’d been craving and denying myself. My tongue stroked against hers, exploring every corner of her mouth, claiming what was mine.

And then she kissed me back with matching hunger.

Her tongue tangled with mine, shy at first, then bolder. Her body arched into me, soft curves melding against my hard planes.

my

I poured everything into that kiss, every ounce of jealousy that had eaten me alive watching Laurent touch her, every bit of rage I’d felt seeing her smile up at him, every fragment of frustration from wanting her so desperately while pretending I didn’t.

I wanted to erase Laurent from her mind completely. Replace every second of his touch with mine. Brand myself into her memory so thoroughly she’d never even think of another man.

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Chapter 57: Say The Dirty Word

When I finally tore my mouth from hers, she whimpered in protest. Her lips chased mine desperately before I pulled back completely, leaving her panting and flushed against the wall.

“You taste…” I paused, my thumb roughly dragging across her swollen bottom lip. “Like you were made for my mouth.”

“Damn,” I growled, my head dropping to her neck. I buried my face there, breathing her in, jasmine and arousal.

I placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along the side of her throat, sucking hard enough to mark her. Then my tongue swept a long, torturous path from her jaw down to her collarbone.

She gasped softly, her whole body shuddering beneath mine.

My tongue continued its journey lower, dipping into her cleavage.

I kissed between her breasts with barely restrained hunger, and she trembled violently, soft whimpers spilling from her lips.

“I need to keep going,” I groaned against her heated skin, my voice rough as gravel. I lifted my eyes to hers, searching. “Tell me you want this too.”

She nodded, and for a split second my world stopped.

My jaw clenched hard. I pressed my hips forward, grinding my rock-hard erection against her so she could feel exactly what she did to me. “Say it out loud, Anna. I need the words.”

I watched the war play out across her face, desire fighting her anger from before. Her eyes had gone dark and wild, pupils blown wide. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Then, finally, “Yes.”

The word shattered what little control I had left.

I was so desperately hungry for her I would have taken anything, a nod, a look, a breath. But hearing that breathy “yes” from her lips nearly brought me to my knees.

I released her wrists. Her arms fell limply to her sides, trembling.

My fingers hooked into the thin straps of her dress. I dragged them down her shoulders slowly, torturously slowly, watching as the fabric peeled away inch by devastating inch.

The bodice slid lower, revealing the upper swells of her breasts. Then lower still, until gravity took over and the dress fell, pooling at her waist.

She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Good Lord.

The sight punched the air from my lungs. My cock jerked violently in my pants.

Her breasts were damned exquisite, high and firm, perfectly shaped. Not large, but absolutely flawless. And those nipples… dusky caramel peaks that were already tight and pebbled, pointing at me like an invitation. They looked swollen, aroused, practically begging for attention.

“Goodness,” I breathed, unable to look away. “Look at these perfect breasts.”

But as I stood there drinking her in, she suddenly covered herself with both hands, a flash of vulnerability crossing her features.

My eyes snapped to hers, dark and commanding. “Move your hands.”

“You were staring” she whispered, her voice small. “For so long. I thought maybe…”

“Oh, baby,” I interrupted, my voice dropping to a rough purr. “I was staring because I’m memorizing every inch chyou. Because your breasts are so perfect I can’t believe they’re real.”

Uncertainty still clouded her eyes. Then she blurted out, “Are you sure? They’re not… they’re not too small?”

The vulnerability in that question made me hate that she ever looked down on herself. I saw the regret hit her instantly, her face flushing as she tried to turn away. “Forget I…”

I gripped her chin, forcing her gaze back to mine. “Look at me.”

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Chapter 57: Say The Dirty Word

Her eyes met mine, slightly dimmed with insecurity.

I cupped both breasts in my hands, weighing them, thumbs brushing the undersides. They filled my palms like they were crafted specifically for me.

Her breath caught audibly.

“Feel that?” I asked, squeezing gently. “They fit in my hands like you were made for me.”

I brushed my thumbs over her nipples, the lightest, teasing touch.

Her eyes went wild. She arched into my hands instinctively, a soft gasp escaping.

“So responsive,” I murmured, fascinated. “Watch what happens when I touch you.”

My tone left no room for argument. I made her watch as I pinched both nipples between my fingers and tugged.

“Ah.” She whimpered, a broken, needy sound that was half pain, half pleasure.

My lips curved into a dark smirk. “See how they react to me? These pretty nipples are already so hard they must ache. And I haven’t even used my mouth yet.”

I circled my thumbs around the stiff peaks. “Imagine what it’ll feel like when I wrap my lips around them. When I suck them deep into my mouth. When my tongue flicks back and forth until you’re writhing against

this wall.”

“Is that what you want, Anna?” My voice was pure sin.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice breaking. “Roman… God, yes.”

The sound of my name on her lips was breathy.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” I demanded. “Where do you want my mouth?”

She bit her lip, shy again despite her arousal.

Goodness, she was going to kill me.

One minute she was bold enough to ride me. The next she was blushing like an innocent. I knew the truth. She was inexperienced, just pretending to know what she was doing. And that combination of innocence and desire made me want to corrupt her completely.

“Say it,” I ordered. “Tell me what you need.”

She took a shaky breath, her cheeks flushed. “Suck on my… my breasts. Please.”

Close, but not quite what I wanted.

“Wrong word, baby. Try again.” My voice was dark honey. “What did you call them a minute ago in your head?”

Her eyes widened. “I… I don’t…”

“Yes, you do.” I rolled her nipples between my fingers, hard enough to make her gasp. “Say the dirty word. I want to hear it from these pretty lips.”

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