Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Anna’s POV

Out of all the times, it had to be now?

“Stop messing with me,” I bit out, frustration making me reckless “Mr. Blackwood.”

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“You said you didn’t consent earlier, and I’m pretty big on that is hand gripped my hip, pulling me harder against him.

The rigid length of his cock pressed into my lower back, and he groaned, the sound guttural and raw. “So I need to know if that’s changed.”

He rocked against me, and I could feel every thick inch of him even through our clothes. The friction was maddening, not nearly enough.

“I’ve ached for you,” he confessed, his voice raw and honest in a way I’d never heard before. “God, Anna. I’ve ached for you since the moment you walked into my office. Do you have any idea what you do to me? How many times I’ve imagined having you just like this?”

The admission sent a thrill through me, even as my pride warred with my desire. His hand trailed back down, fingers dancing along the edge of my panties, teasing but not touching where I needed him most.

“But I need your word before we proceed,” he demanded, his breath hot against my lips. “What’s it going to be?”

The throbbing between my thighs was unbearable now. With each slow rub of his cock against me, pleasure sparked through my nerve endings, building toward something I couldn name but desperately needed.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I…”

His fingers slipped inside my panties, finding my clit and circling it slowly. The pressure made my knees buckle, and only his arm around my waist kept me upright.

“That isn’t clear enough,” he said, his voice dark with amusement and desire.

Arrogant bastard.

“I consent,” I said through gritted teeth, my hips rolling against his hand of their own accord. “Please.”

A slow, devastating smirk curved his lips in the reflection. “Good girl.”

Then his hand descended fully, his fingers sliding through my wetness with practiced ease. The sensation was

overwhelming. The direct contact after so much teasing was almost too much to bear.

He started slow, maddening circles on my clit that had me panting within seconds. My hands gripped his thighs behind me, feeling the flex of hard muscle beneath my fingers as he held me against him.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me feel how much you want this.

Then faster, the friction building until I was moaning, shameless sounds of “Oh, yes” and “Please” falling from my lips without conscious thought.

His fingers moved lower, tracing my entrance, gathering more of my wetness.

I was so wet I could hear it, the obscene sound of his fingers moving through my arousal filling the small bathroom.

“Fuck,” he breathed against my neck. “You’re soaked. So ready for me.”

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He pulled my panties aside completely.

His free hand came up to grip my chin, lifting my face to ensure was watching in the mirror. “Eyes on me,” he commanded. “I want you to watch what I’m doing to you.”

I forced my eyes to the reflection, forced myself to look at the erotic picture we made.

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My pupils were dilated, my checks flushed, my lips parted as I panted. And behind me, Roman looked like a dark angel. beautiful, terrifying, and completely in control.

His fingers found my clit again, and I watched myself jerk in the mirror, watched pleasure transform my features.

“Do you want me to slide my fingers inside you?” His voice was pure sex. “Want to watch me fuck you with my hand while you fall apart? Want to see how well you take me?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “God, yes.”

He traced my entrance, his touch feather-light and maddening. Then slowly, so slowly I wanted to scream, he pushed one finger inside.

I tensed immediately.

The intrusion felt foreign and uncomfortable. I was so tight, and even just one finger felt like too much, the stretch burning in a way that bordered on painful.

He must have sensed my tension because he stilled completely. His finger barely inside me. His other hand left my chin to stroke soothing circles on my hip.

“Fuck,” Roman growled, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, is whole body going rigid behind me. “Anna, you’re so tight. So sweet. So perfect.”

Panic filled me inside.

I knew if we actually had sex, he’d discover the truth eventually. But I wasn’t ready to tell him yet. Something told me it would ruin everything, would change the dynamic between us in ways I couldn’t predict.

“Hey,” he said softly, all the roughness gone from his voice. “Look at me.”

I met his eyes in the mirror, and the tenderness I saw there mad my chest ache.

“Breathe for me,” he instructed gently. “Just breathe. I’ve got you

His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly, sending sparks of pleasure through the discomfort.

Gradually, I felt my body start to relax, my muscles unclenching as I focused on the dual sensations.

“That’s my girl,” he praised. “Just like that. Let me in.”

He pressed deeper, so carefully, watching my face in the mirror for any sign of pain. When he was fully seated, he paused again, letting me adjust.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

The question was so unexpected, so jarring, that I tried to pull away. But his arms tightened around me, keeping me locked against him, his finger still inside me.

“I…” Rage bubbled up. Why would he ask me that? Didn’t men he thinking about women they were with being with other

men?

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