Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Anna’s POV

Roman’s arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush again him I could feel the hard evidence of his desire pressing insistently against ine.

“Feel what you do to me?” he said, his voice a low growl. He grid uy hips and ground me down against him, making us both groan. “This is what happens when you touch my cork, prending to be something you are not”

His lips found my neck again, trailing hot kisses down to my shoulder. His hands slid the straps of my dress down slowly, hus fingers brushing my skin and leaving fire in their wake.

The fabric shipped to my waist and my breath hitched as my breasts were exposed to him.

Roman went completely still. His eyes darkened with raw lunge as he stared at me. His jaw tightened. “You are braless”

All the boldness from earlier disappeared and I felt shy suddenly exposed under his intense attention. My arms moved instinctively to cover myself.

I should not have let Zoe talk me into this dress. What was I thinking?

“Do not,” he commanded, catching my wrists before I could hide His grip was firm. “Do not hide from me?

“Zoe said the dress needed it,” I whispered, suddenly aware of how bare I was.

“Fuck, he breathed. His jaw tightened more. His eyes roamed over my exposed skin, possessive and hungry, as if he wanted to devour every inch. “You have so much to learn. Anna. Your tits are perfect and they are not meant to be out for anyone else. Do you understand me?”

I nodded. My throat felt tight.

His hand cupped my breast and I gasped at the contact. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt, his palm warm and rough against my sensitive skin.

“Perfect,” he whispered. His thumb brushed over my nipple, making it peak even harder. “So perfect. Small and perky, just like the rest of you.”

My cheeks warmed at his words. No one had ever talked to me like this. No one had ever looked at me like this. In his eyes, I saw hunger and possession and desire, things I had only written about and never lived.

“You are blushing,” he observed, a slow, dark smile forming. “I wonder how red you will turn when I put my mouth on you.”

Before I could speak, his lips closed around my nipple. He sucked hard.

“Oh,” I cried out, my back arching before I could stop it. The sensation flooded through me, sweet and overwhelming. shooting straight to the heat between my legs.

Is this normal? Should it feel this intense?

“These are mine,” he growled between kisses. His hand cupped my other breast, kneading it. “Only mine to see. Only mine to touch. Only mine to taste.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, lost in the rush. I would have agreed to anything.

His tongue circled my nipple before he sucked again, harder this time. The pleasure mixed with a sting that made my legs

tremble.

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Chapter 8

So sensitive, he murmured against my skin. “You have never been touched like this before, have you?”

I could not answer. My thoughts were gone. My hands tangled in his hair, holding him to me.

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His mouth moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention. He sucked and licked and bit gently, marking me and claiming me. Each pull of his mouth sent another wave of pleasure through me.

You fit perfectly in my mouth, he said, his voice thick with desire. “Like you were made for me.”

The praise made warmth spread through my chest. I loved him taking control, but I wanted more. I wanted to touch him too, to make him feel what I felt, to show him I was not completely inexperienced. I could do this.

1 can be good at this. I have researched it. I have written about it I know what to do, at least in theory.

As he continued to worship my breasts, sensations built inside me that I had never experienced. My hands moved to his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. My fingers were clumsy and shaking, but I managed to undo two.

My fingertips slid over his warm, solid skin, tracing the lines of his firm muscles and feeling his heartbeat race beneath my touch. For a moment, he let me explore and the ragged breath he drew in sent a surge of triumph through me. I am doing this. I am actually doing this. My other hand reached for another button, eager to uncover more and desperate to memorize every inch of him.

Suddenly, he caught my wrist. His face hardened, the softness I had seen disappearing behind a wall of control.

That is enough.” he said, his voice cold.

He pulled away from me, his expression shutting down. In seconds, he moved me off his lap and straightened in his seat. He rebuttoned his shirt with quick, precise movements.

I sat there, confused. My dress was still bunched at my waist, my breasts exposed, my lips swollen. Embarrassed, I scrambled to find my glasses, my hands trembling.

What happened? What did I do wrong?

“Why are we stopping?” My voice came out small.

Roman dragged a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated groan. “The lesson is over for today.”

He turned his face toward the window, refusing to look at me.

A moment later, his voice went cold. “We have arrived at your home.”

I blinked and looked outside. We were parked in front of my building.

Of course. That had to be the reason he stopped. That had to beat. Not because he did not want me. Right?

I tried to steady my breathing as I pulled my dress back up. My hands shook as I fixed the fabric. I found my glasses and put them on, but they sat crooked on my face. The alcohol made everything hazy.

Before I reached for the door, it opened from the outside. Roman’s bodyguard stood there. He held out a hand to help me down.

My legs wobbled as I stepped out. I turned back, wanting to say goodnight or at least understand what had just happened.

I never got the chance.

The tinted window slid up between us, smooth and final, cutting off my view of him.

I stood on the sidewalk, staring at my reflection in the dark glass feeling more confused and rejected than I had ever felt.

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The car pulled away, leaving me alone in the night.

1 stumbled into my apartment, my body still buzzing with the memory of Roman’s touch. The door clicked shut behind me, and I leaned against it, my breath coming in short gasps.

What just happened?

My fingers traced my lips, swollen and tender from his bruising kisses. My breasts ached, hypersensitive beneath the fabric of my dress. I could still feel the phantom pressure of his mouth on them, the way he had sucked and bitten and claimed

The alcohol made everything fuzzy around the edges. The room tilted slightly when I pushed off the door, and I had to brace myself against the wall.

I made my way to my bedroom. When I reached my bed. I fumbled with the zipper of my dress, my fingers clumsy and uncoordinated. The black fabric finally gave way, sliding down my body and pooling on the floor.

In just my underwear, I collapsed onto my bed. Exhaustion crashed over me like a wave. My eyelids were so heavy. The spinning in my head grew worse, pulling me down and deeper into it.

He wanted me, I thought dimly, the image of Roman’s dark eyes flashing behind my closed lids. I know he wanted me.

But then why did he stop?

The question faded as sleep claimed me, pulling me under before I could finish the thought.

Everything was dark.

I couldn’t see anything at first. Just darkness and the sound of my own breathing echoing in what felt like a large room.

Then I felt it, cool silk wrapped around my wrists, binding them above my head. I was stretched out, exposed, completely vulnerable.

“Roman?” My voice came out small and afraid.

“Shh.” His voice came from somewhere in the darkness, low and commanding. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to.”