Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Anna’s POV

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Roman’s mouth moved against mine with a hunger that should have terrified me, but instead it ignited something primitive deep in my core. One hand tangled in my hair, fingers digging into my scalp with just enough pressure to make me gasp. The other trailed down my spine, leaving fire in its wake, before upping my ass and pulling me flush against him.

Oh God.

The hard planes of his body pressed against every soft curve of mine. His thighs, thick and muscular, bracketed mine.

But it was the rigid length of his cock pressing insistently against my core that made my knees threaten to buckle.

Even through layers of fabric, I could feel how hard he was, how thick, how much he wanted this. Wanted me.

And I was wet and throbbing in a way that made me hate myself even as I arched into him.

He tore his mouth from mine, his breath ragged against my skin

“This is what you do to me,” he growled, the words vibrating through me.

His lips grazed my neck, teeth scraping sensitive skin before his tongue soothed the sting. Lower. The wet heat of his mouth traced my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts barely contained by my dress. Each touch of his tongue sent liquid heat pooling between my thighs.

When his mouth closed over my nipple through the thin fabric, moaned, a sound I didn’t recognize as my own.

He sucked, hard enough to toe the line between pleasure and pain, his tongue swirling in maddening circles. My hands fisted in his shirt, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away.

This is so wrong.

Because Laurent was waiting. Laurent, who had brought me here, who was probably wondering where I’d disappeared to.

The guilt crashed over me like ice water, but it did nothing to cool the fire Roman had ignited.

And Roman, my arrogant, infuriating boss who refused to acknowledge what this was between us. After this, he’d probably say we should forget it happened. Pretend like he hadn’t just made me come apart with his mouth on my breasts. Like he wasn’t about to…

No.

I couldn’t let him have this much power over me. I couldn’t let him control and own my body this way, not when he wouldn’t even admit there was something between us.

I summoned every ounce of strength I had and pushed against his chest.

“Stop,” I gasped, hating how breathless I sounded. “We… can’t…”

He pulled back just enough for me to see his face. His dark hair was completely disheveled, falling across his forehead in a way that made him look younger, less controlled.

I raised my hand between us, a physical barrier, because I didn’t rust myself not to give in if he touched me again.

His voice came out rough.

“Why not?”

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“Because you want to go back to him.”

The jealousy in his tone was clear, and it sparked a vicious need within me.

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“To that room. That circle” He tried to close the gap again, and pressed my palm harder against his chest. “I know you don’t like all of that madness. It’s not your type of scene.”

Anger flared hot.

“I’ve told you to stop making assumptions about what you think like or don’t like.”

His expression darkened.

“So you want to take turns? Get fucked by Laurent while those maniacs watch?”

How dare he.

His words infuriated me, but deep down I knew he was right. The idea of people watching was too much. It made my skin crawl. But I’d be damned if I let him know he was correct.

I wanted to hurt him back. Wanted to find the words that would cut deepest.

“Maybe I like being watched,” I shot back. “And I want to be…”

His face hardened with each word, a scowl settling over his features that should have warned me. But before I could finish, he moved.

One moment I was facing him, and the next he’d spun me around, my hands bracing against the sink, my back pressed flush against his chest as he caged me in with his body.

“Since you clearly want a show,” he growled against my ear, his breath hot and ragged, “I’ll give you one.”

My eyes flew to the mirror, and I froze.

The reflection staring back at me was almost unrecognizable. My hair was mussed, falling in wild waves around my flushed face.

My lips were swollen and red from his kisses, parted as I struggled to catch my breath. My skin glowed with a sheen of perspiration, and my chest heaved with each ragged breath.

And Roman, he looked just as undone. His hair stuck up at odd angles where I’d run my fingers through it. His shirt was wrinkled, partially untucked. But it was his eyes that held me captive in the reflection, dark and possessive and hungry.

His hand splayed across my stomach, so large it nearly spanned my entire waist. I watched, transfixed, as it moved upward with agonizing slowness, his fingers grazing the underside of my breast through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Your mouth spews lies,” he murmured, his breath hot against my neck, “but your body tells me everything I need to know.”

His fingers found my nipple, teasing it through the dress until it peaked hard, pointing against the fabric. Then he twisted, just enough to make me gasp.

“So responsive,” he continued, his voice pure sin. “Look how easily your nipples respond to me. Like they were made for my touch.”

I hated this. I hated that my body betrayed me like this.

He tugged harder, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped, pat pain, part pleasure, all need.

“Do you like it when I do this?” His tongue swiped along my neck, finding that sensitive spot just below my car before

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sucking hard enough to mark. “When I make your body sing

for me?”

“Oh… yes… please…” The words came out broken, desperate.

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“What?” He tugged my nipple again, harder this time, twisting until pleasure and pain sparked through my nerve endings. “What are you begging for, Anna?”

“I don’t know…”

Another lic. What I really wanted to say was, “please don’t stop’

The pleasure was too much, consuming rational thought until all I could focus on was the twin points of sensation, his mouth on my neck and his fingers tormenting my nipple.

In the mirror, I watched myself arch back against him, shameless and wanton. Watched him watching me, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

“This dress,” he said, his free hand sliding down my bare back where the fabric fell away. “Christ, Anna. Your skin is so smooth, so perfect.”

His fingers traced my spine, and I shivered.

“Do you know what I want to do to you? I want to bend you over this sink, spread you open, and fuck you so deep you’ll feel me long after I’m done.”

The image his words painted made my core clench, wetness soaking through my panties.

“But I won’t,” he continued, and I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. “Not yet. First, I’m going to make you watch yourself fall apart on my fingers.”

His hand continued its journey, sliding around to my front, teasing along the edge of my panties. When his fingers slipped inside, hooking the fabric and pulling it aside, I nearly came apart right there.

He swiped along my full length, his fingers gliding through my sickness, coating themselves in my arousal. The sensation was so intimate, so raw, I couldn’t breathe.

Then he pulled his hand away, and I watched in the mirror as he held his fingers up between us.

They glistened with my wetness, the evidence of my desire impossible to deny.

“Look at this,” he teased. “See how wet you are for me?”

Heat flooded my face. The embarrassment was overwhelming, seeing the proof of what he did to me displayed so blatantly.

I tried to look away, but his other hand came up, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes in the reflection.

“Don’t you dare look away,” he commanded. “I want you to see what you do to me. What I do to you.”

He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror. The sight was so erotic, so filthy, I felt my core clench with even greater need.

“Delicious,” he murmured. “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re ready dripping for me. What would happen when I fuck you with my fingers, Anna? When I make you take all of me?”

Oh God, yes. Please.

I’d imagined it. Late at night, alone in my bed, I’d imagined exactly this. His fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me And now, faced with the reality, I wanted it more than my next breat

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I arched back into him, seeking more contact, more friction, more him. But he pulled away, the bastard.

“First,” his lips brushed my ear, “I need your consent.”

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