Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: The Only Touch You’ll Crave

Anna’s POV

Roman caught my wrist gently but firmly. “Move your hand away. I want to be the one who makes you come tonight. I want to be the one who ruins you for anyone else.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I pulled my hand back, shaking. His fingers found my clit immediately, and the first deliberate stroke made my entire body jerk.

“Put your hand over mine,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Feel what I’m doing to you. Learn how I touch you.”

I obeyed, my trembling hand covering his. Through my fingers, I could feel the way his fingers moved. I could feel the firm, controlled circles he traced over my swollen flesh.

His fingers joined mine in a rhythm that made me cry out. He began stroking my clit with expertise, slow circles at first that made my legs shake.

This was nothing like the vague, fumbling touches I’d imagined. This was skilled and intense.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you see stars,” he rasped with barely controlled restraint. “But I’m not going to finger you. Not tonight.”

My eyes flew to his in confusion and desperate disappointment.

“As much as I want to,” he continued, “as much as I’m dying to slide my fingers inside and feel you clench around them, I have to hold back. Because if I don’t.”

He pressed his hips forward, and I felt it. His cock, rock hard and huge, pressed against my hip through his pants.

The size of it made my eyes widen. It made my inexperienced mind race with a mixture of fear and desperate curiosity.

“If I don’t hold back,” he growled, grinding against me, “I’ll tear my cock out of these pants and take you against this wall right now. I’ll push inside you hard and deep. I’ll make you scream my name. Is that what you want, Anna? You want me to take you right here, right now, while I’m half out of my mind with jealousy?”

My breath hitched in my throat.

Part of me wanted exactly that. Wanted him to lose control completely. My body was ready, wet and open and aching to finally know what it felt like.

But another part of me, the part that had deeper feelings for him, the part that had been falling for him for months, wanted more than angry, jealous sex. It wanted tenderness mixed with passion. It wanted him to want me because he cared, not just because he was furious about Laurent.

“Not… not like this,” I managed, my voice shaking. “Not when you’re angry. Not like this.”

Respect flashed in his eyes, mixed with frustration.

“As you wish,” he murmured, his voice tight.

Then his fingers were on my clit again, stroking with renewed purpose. Slow, firm circles that made my knees go weak.

At the same time, his other hand found my breast, fingers rolling and tugging my nipple with perfect pressure.

The dual sensations hit me like lightning.

His strokes on my clit increased, faster and firmer, with expert precision. His fingers on my nipple tugged and twisted just right, sending jolts straight to my core.

His mouth was in my ear, whispering filthy promises in that dark voice.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Come on my fingers. Show me how good it feels.”

The pressure built impossibly fast. My entire body pulled tight,

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“You’re mine, Anna. This body is mine. These breasts are mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasped. “I’m yours.”

“When you touch yourself from now on,” he growled, his fingers moving faster, “you’ll think of this moment. You’ll think of my hands on you. And you’ll know that nothing else will ever feel like I do.”

The orgasm crashed over me with devastating force.

My vision went completely white. My body seized violently, my back arching off the wall as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending.

I’d never felt anything like this. Wave after wave of it, overwhelming and all-consuming. Better than anything I could have imagined. Better than any scene I’d ever written.

This was real and so was he.

The pleasure was so intense that I actually sobbed.

My inner muscles clenched rhythmically around nothing, desperately wanting to be filled. I could feel myself gushing, making an even bigger mess on his fingers.

“That’s it,” he groaned, working me through it. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”

The aftershocks seemed to last forever, leaving me trembling violently and gasping for air.

As I finally started to come down, Roman pulled his hand away abruptly.

“That should be enough,” his voice suddenly turned cold and detached, “to keep you satisfied.”

The words hit me like ice water.

Confusion cut through my post-orgasm haze. I blinked up at him, trying to process what he’d just said. My hands moved automatically to cover my exposed body, suddenly feeling vulnerable and used.

“What… what do you mean?”

His face hardened completely. The desire from moments ago was replaced by distance and cruelty.

“I mean you were clearly worked up and desperate,” he said, straightening his clothes with ease while I stood there trembling and exposed. “Now that you’ve had your release, maybe you’ll be able to keep your legs closed around Laurent. Or any other man who thinks he can touch you.”

Shock hit first, followed by crushing hurt. Then rage took over, burning through everything.

“How dare you?” I hissed, my voice shaking with fury and pain.

His expression remained smug, which somehow made it worse. “Dare I say what? The truth? That if I’d left you alone tonight, maybe you would have let Laurent take you home and do goodness knows what to you.” “So you think I’m some desperate woman who would sleep with the first man who looked at me twice?” I shot back, shoving away from the wall and trying to fix my dress with shaking hands,

“I never said that,” he replied coblly, though his eyes suggested otherwise.

“You didn’t have to,” I snapped. Anger gave me strength even as tears burned behind my eyes. “You got me off and then acted like you were doing me a favor, like it was to keep me from sleeping with someone else.”

“Anna.”

“No.” I stepped toward him, my voice rising. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to make me feel things I’ve never felt before and reduce it to some twisted power play because your fragile, insecure ego can’t handle seeing me talk to another man.”

I took another step forward, and he backed up.

“Watch your mouth,” he warned, his voice tight with barely controlled anger.

“Why?” I moved closer again, watching him retreat. “Because you’re Roman Blackwood? You can say hurtful things to me and I can’t do the same?”

Another step. He backed into his desk.

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My tone turned mocking and bitter.

“Or because you like me better when I’m begging for your touch instead of telling the truth? Does it make you feel powerful, Mr. Blackwood, because I moaned your name? Otherwise you feel insignificant? It gives you a false sense of control and self-worth, doesn’t it?”

Fury blazed in his eyes. “Anna, stop this. You’re crossing the line.”

“You already did that,” I shot back, “when you made your assistant climax.”

The hardness in his expression gave way to guilt, softening the hard lines around his mouth. For a moment, he looked almost regretful.

But I wasn’t falling for it.

“What I said before,” he began, his voice softer, “I didn’t mean it the way you’re taking it. I only wanted…”

“I no longer care what you meant,” I cut him off.

Then the words spilled out faster. “And thinking about it, you’re absolutely right. I should have let Laurent take me home. Maybe he would have actually treated me with care instead of using me to work out his jealous nonsense. Maybe he would have given me a better release and some actual consideration. Who knows, maybe it would have come with basic human decency instead of this cruel emotional manipulation.”

His entire body went rigid, every muscle tightening.

“Anna,” he warned, “you will not have any sort of relationship with Laurent. I order you.”

“No, sir,” I replied, my voice icy. “You no longer have that power over me.”

He closed the distance between us in two furious strides, gripping my hand roughly.

I yanked it away with all the fight left in me.

My eyes dropped for a moment, and that’s when I saw it. His cock, still hard and straining against his pants. The fabric stretched obscenely, the outline visible.

Realization hit me all at once.

He wanted me. Desperately. This wasn’t him doing me a favor. This wasn’t control. He was just as affected, just as desperate, just as consumed as I was. He’d said those cruel things to push me away, to protect himself, to hide how much he wanted me.

But his body betrayed him.

“Go to misery, Mr. Blackwood,” I said, my voice trembling with rage and hurt. “Save your threats for someone who still cares.”

I finished pulling my dress into place with shaking hands, refusing to let the tears fall. Not here. Not in front of him.

I glanced down at his still-obvious erection one last time, then met his eyes with a cold smile.

“Good luck with that,” I said, deliberately gesturing at the bulge.

His gaze dropped despite himself. Color rose in his face as anger and humiliation warred in his expression.

I didn’t wait for his response. I turned and walked away.

Behind me, I heard him curse, but I didn’t look back.

I left him standing there with his rage, his guilt, and his desperate, unfulfilled need, while my world crumbled arbund me and my body still trembled from the best and worst experience of my life.

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