Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Show Me Where You Need Me

Chapter 59: Show Me Where You Need Me

Anna’s POV

Once again, I should have been outraged. I should have shoved him away and told him exactly where he could shove his jealous accusations.

But I couldn’t.

Because despite my anger at the question, despite how unfair it was, my body was screaming for more. I was aching in places I’d only read about in romance novels. Desperate for something I’d never actually experienced but had written about countless times.

This was different from anything I’d imagined. More intense. More specific. More real.

His fingers stroked me through my panties, and the friction against my swollen, hypersensitive flesh made me whimper pathetically. He was exploring me with deliberate thoroughness, learning every contour, reveling in how wet I was for him.

His lips found my ear, breath scorching hot against my skin. “Answer me, baby. Because if you don’t, I’ll stop right now. I’ll leave you here wet and aching. I’ll walk away and let you go find Laurent or whoever else you think could give you what you need. Is that what you want?”

No. Please, no. Don’t stop.

“I told you,” I managed breathlessly, my voice shaking. “He wasn’t grinding against me. I’m wet for you. Only you.”

His blue eyes turned a deeper shade, pupils blown so wide there was barely any blue left. A groan rumbled from deep in his chest, primal and possessive.

In one swift motion, he hooked his fingers in my panties and yanked them aside.

The cool air against my exposed flesh made me gasp sharply. I’d never been this vulnerable before. Never been bare to anyone’s touch.

Then his fingers took a long, deliberate swipe directly against my slit.

The obscenely wet sound it made, that slick noise of skin against my arousal, made my face flame with mortification even as pleasure spiked impossibly higher.

“Hear that?” His voice was pure arrogance. “Hear how wet you are for me?”

I couldn’t meet his eyes or acknowledge just how desperately my body was responding to him.

“I’m going to ruin every other touch for you,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine with predatory intensity. ” After tonight, the only touch you’ll crave is mine.”

His fingers moved lower, circling my entrance with maddening lightness.

My body reacted violently. My hips bucked forward, chasing his touch. Everything inside me clenched, trying to draw him in, desperate to be filled in a way I’d never been before.

“First, tell me the truth.” He pulled back slightly, keeping his touch frustratingly light. “How often do you touch yourself?”

The question shocked me. My eyes flew to his, panic flaring through the haze of arousal.

I can’t let him know I’ve been too embarrassed to touch myself. I didn’t want him to see me as naive or inexperienced, not when he was so clearly skilled at this, not when I’d written countless intimate scenes and should theoretically understand my own body.

“Not… not very,” I blurted out, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue.

His stroking slowed, became more deliberate. More focused. “Why is that?”

My breath hitched as his fingers traced a particularly sensitive spot. “I don’t know.”

“Hm.” The sound rumbled from his chest skeptical and amused. His fingers continued their torturous

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Chapter 59: Show Me Where You Need Me

exploration, learning every fold, every slick inch of me. “So you do want my hands to touch you, not yours?”

“No… yours,” I gasped, my hips chasing his retreating fingers.

A cocky smirk curved his lips, and I knew he was enjoying this. Enjoying my desperation, my honesty, the way I was completely at his mercy.

“Why not yours?”

The heat in my face intensified. “Yours feels different.”

“How so?”

His fingers never stopped moving, stroking through my wetness, circling my entrance, sliding up to barely brush my throbbing clit before moving away again.

The pattern was driving me insane. Each pass made me wetter, made my body clench with need, made coherent thought nearly impossible.

I could feel myself getting wetter with every stroke, could feel it coating his fingers, dripping down my inner thighs.

My clit was pulsing so hard it bordered on painful, demanding attention he refused to give.

My hips rolled shamelessly, trying to guide his touch where I needed it most. But he was in complete control, setting the pace, deciding exactly how much pleasure to give and when.

“Your fingers are… experienced,” I managed, my voice shaking. “Larger. Stronger.”

He hummed in approval, his touch becoming fractionally firmer. The increased pressure made my knees buckle slightly.

Then, gathering what little boldness I had left through the haze of arousal, I added breathlessly, “But I can’t give an honest review until you actually touch me. Touch me where I need you most.”

His smirk widened, dark and knowing. “Smart girl. Always so clever with your words.”

He paused, his fingers hovering right at my entrance, so close but not quite giving me what I needed. “But you’ re going to have to be more specific, baby. Where exactly do you need me?”

My entire body was on fire. Every nerve ending screamed for relief. The words stuck in my throat, too filthy, too exposing, too real.

His fingers slid up through my folds again, gathering more wetness, moving torturously slowly toward my clit. Just when I thought he’d finally touch it, he veered away at the last second.

A frustrated whimper escaped my lips.

“Touch my clit,” I finally forced out. “Please.”

His expression turned absolutely wicked. “There she is. My brilliant assistant who hides all her darkest desires behind those glasses.”,

His fingers circled my clit without actually touching it, so close the anticipation made my thighs tremble. “You’ re not so innocent in that head of yours, are you? Tell me, when you write those stories late at night, do you imagine it’s me doing those filthy things to you?”

Heat flooded my face, but I couldn’t look away from his intense gaze. How could he possibly know about my

stories?

“Show me,” he commanded softly, dangerously. His hand stilled completely, leaving me aching and empty. Exactly where you need me.”

Shyness wrestled with my desperate need. My body was writhing restlessly, aching for relief I’d never actually given myself despite all the times I’d been tempted.

Almost without conscious thought, my trembling hand slid down between our bodies. I’d never done this, not even in private. But right now, with him watching, with his scent surrounding me and his body pressed against mine, I couldn’t stop myself.

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My fingers moved between his hand and my heated flesh, dragging slowly along my slit.

The sensation made me gasp sharply. Slick and hot and so intense it almost hurt. My own touch combined with his proximity, his dark eyes watching me with raw hunger, was overwhelming.

My fingers continued their tentative path until they reached the swollen bundle of nerves that throbbed desperately.

“Here,” I whispered, pressing against my clit and immediately gasping at the intensity.

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