Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Making Him Want Me So Badly

Anna’s POV

Why did he think I was so naive?

Heat spread across my skin like wildfire.

I didn’t even fully understand what he meant. My body didn’t wait for understanding. Every nerve ending screamed for more, aching for his touch.

Why does he think he knows me? Why does he think I can’t handle him? I’m done being the timid and nerdy girl who blushes and looks away. Not tonight. Not with him.

I needed to be bold, reckless, wild. To show him I wasn’t a fragile thing that would shatter at a glance.

I leaned forward before I could stop myself.

“I should tell you something,” I murmured. “I might look innocent, but I can be reckless between the sheets.”

He actually laughed, like I had told him the funniest joke he had ever heard. The sound was mocking, disbelieving.

My face burned. “Why are you laughing?” I could feel the scowl forming before I could stop it. “You don’t believe me?”

“No.” His lips pulled into that infuriating smirk. “Once again, whatever wild-girl act you’re trying to put up, I can see right through you.”

I wanted to protest, to tell him he was wrong, but my mouth went dry.

Then he leaned in. “I would break you,” he breathed against my skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear. “Ruin you for any other man. You would never forget the way I touch you. The way I make you scream my name.”

Shivers shot through me. My fingers itched to trace him, to confirm that this wasn’t a dream, that he was real.

Then he stepped back, forcing space between us. It felt like a challenge.

His blue eyes had darkened almost to black, pupils blown wide with desire. I wanted to dive in and drown in them.

My eyes drifted over him, taking in every detail. His face had clean lines, nothing soft about it. His jaw was solid, almost stubborn. A bit of hair fell across his forehead, and for some reason that small mess made him even more distracting.

He was devastating to look at.

My eyes dropped to his lips. They were full, red, slightly wet from where his tongue had just traced them. I couldn’t stop imagining what they would feel like pressed against mine. How they would move. How they would taste. How they would feel on other parts of my body.

Stop it, Anna. You sound like one of your own characters.

His eyes were on my lips too, hungry.

Like he wanted to kiss me as well.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered right now. I didn’t know what came over me.

My mind flashed with forbidden thoughts.

He is right here. Seduce him. Make him want you so badly he can’t think straight.

But before I could act, Roman pulled back, creating space between us that felt like a slap.

The buzz of alcohol heightened every sense. My skin felt electrified. My body burned with a need I had never experienced before. I was turned on in a way that made rational thought impossible.

Channel your characters. The bold ones. The ones who take what they want.

My hand moved to his thigh, light, teasing.

I felt his muscles tense beneath my touch as I trailed higher, moving between his legs. Desperate to touch the part of him I had been dreaming about, the part that made my characters scream and beg and fall apart.

“You want me to touch you,” I whispered, my voice breathy and unfamiliar to my own ears. “Right here.”

Oh no. Am I really going to do this?

The thought felt wild and dirty coming from me, but the thrill was stronger than the fear.

“Anna…” Roman’s voice was rough. A warning.

My fingers brushed against him through his pants.

He was really hard. I could feel it even through the fabric.

My eyes widened. I had written about this in my books, dozens of scenes and hundreds of descriptions. But nothing in my imagination had prepared me for the real thing. Feeling it was completely different. I had never touched a man before, let alone like this. I had never felt how big, how ready, how desperately hard someone could be.