Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Roman’s POV

Zenco had stopped me from leaving It would have turned into a fight if I’d pushed past him, so I stayed back.

But I didn’t leave my office.

The

past thirty minutes felt like thirty hours.

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I stood at the window, staring down at the VIP section through the one way glass. No cameras inside those rooms. No audio That was the privacy we promised our clients. But I could see the entrance. See people going in and out.

I knew the Europeans in there. Pierre. Marcus, Celeste. I’d heard the reports about their parties. Orgies. Public exhibitions. Wild performances while others watched and participated.

I didn’t judge what people did here. That wasn’t my place. Everyone had their desires, their needs. But having sex in front of an audience was never my thing. I preferred privacy. Where only I could see. Where only I had control. Where no one else could watch what was mine.

The thought of Anna in there, surrounded by those people, made something dark and possessive coil tight in my gut.

My mind kept spiraling to places I couldn’t control. Places that made heat and rage war inside my chest until I could barely breathe.

Laurent’s hands sliding over Anna’s body. His mouth claiming hers. Kissing her with the same hunger I’d barely restrained. Touching her the way I’d touched her, no, touching her more, taking what I’d denied myself.

Images of them drawing her into their world. Their hedonistic games. Her dress pooling at her feet while they watched. Her body on display for their hungry eyes. For him.

Her underneath Laurent. Back arched. Those perfect breasts bar and flushed. Moaning his name instead of mine while he moved inside her.

My hands clenched into fists so tight my knuckles went white. I couldn’t breathe past the need burning through me, the need to get her out of there, to make Laurent understand she wasn’t available, to claim what my body was screaming was already mine.

Then I saw her.

Anna walked out of the VIP section, a waitress guiding her somewhere with a hand on her arm.

I didn’t think. My body moved on pure instinct.

Out of my office. Down the stairs. Through the crowd, shoving past bodies without care.

I followed her path and saw her enter the women’s restroom.

I didn’t hesitate.

I pushed the door open, walked inside, and locked it behind me, trapping us both in this small space where she couldn’t escape

and I couldn’t pretend anymore.

Our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror.

The shock on her face was instant. Those lips, God, those lips, parted on a soft gasp. Her eyes went wide, pupils dilating as she registered my presence, my proximity, the hunger I wasn’t hiding anymore.

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For a moment, she just stared like I was something she’d conjured from her own forbidden thoughts.

But I was real. And I was done watching from a distance.

Her back was to me. And God, the view made every muscle in my body go rigid with want.

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Those legs. Long and impossibly smooth, seeming to go on forever before disappearing beneath that sinful black dress that barely covered the curve of her ass. Full Round. Perfect handful that made my palms literally ache with the need to grip them, squeeze them, spread them wide.

Her back was completely exposed, the dress cut so low it showed the elegant curve of her spine all the way down. Skin so smooth and warm looking I wanted to trace it with my tongue, taste every vertebra, feel her shiver beneath my mouth.

My gaze traveled over her slowly, memorizing every inch of her reflection like a man starving.

That fucking dress, rode up slightly when she leaned forward, exposing her slender, soft thighs.

Black. Tight. Hugging every curve like it had been designed specifically to drive me insane, like it knew exactly what would make me lose the last shreds of my control.

Heat shot through me, straight to my groin, my cock hardening instantly, painfully.

Then she spun around to face me.

“What are you doing here?” The words tumbled out breathless and also an accusation.

I took a step closer, watching her pulse beat wildly at her throat.

“I should be the one asking.” My voice came out rough. “Anna, what the fuck are you doing in a club like this with Laurent?”

Her shock transformed into defiance. Her chin lifted, and I saw fre spark in those eyes, the same fire I wanted to stoke until it consumed us both.

“You have no right to ask me that.” Her hands balled into fists at er sides, and I wondered if she was fighting the urge to touch me or push me away. “I can be wherever I want.”

“Not while you work for me.”

“Last I checked, you’re not my keeper.” Her eyes flashed. “You’re my boss, Mr. Blackwood. And even though I signed all your stupid NDAs, that still doesn’t give you authority over my personal life.”

Mr. Blackwood. The formal address made frustration spike through me. She was trying to create distance. Trying to remind us both of boundaries I’d stupidly insisted on before I knew how impossible they’d be to maintain.

My eyes dropped again. I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop myself from devouring the sight of her. The dress from the front was even more devastating. The neckline plunged between her breasts, showing creamy skin that made my mouth water, made me remember exactly how she’d tasted. I could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, hard peaks that made my cock throb.

Were they hard because she was angry? Or because of me? Because her body remembered what we’d done, what I’d made her feel?

Or had Laurent touched her? Had he made them hard?

That thought made possession and rage burn hotter, made my control slip another dangerous notch.

I took another step closer. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” She held her ground, but I saw her swallow hard, sw the way her breathing quickened.

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